Late Prof. Austin Chukwu

A CHORALE FOR LATE PROF. AUSTIN CHUKWU

A CHORALE FOR LATE PROF. AUSTIN CHUKWU

I queried the distress call of Udodimma

I queried the wobbling response of Oko-Egwu

I probed the swollen face of our darkling sky

They dazed me with the passage of a rare icon

They demand a chorale for Oka-nkuzi Austin Chukwu

What chorale can recreate this data bank of the humane letter?

Born and bred by royal parents

You were a Nightingale of multiple values

You were the pillar of our literary pilgrimage

You were a ready canopy for the oppressed

You were an elephant of ponderous make

What chorale can recreate you through?

Though my frail fountain fails for words and rhythm

Oka nkuzi Emezue and Akachi Ezeigbo’s will not

Your un-noised exit has opened a book of tears

Ah, a million pullets and I are robbed of a mother hen

Our flowery wings are plucked on the air

How can we another willing wing grow?

Who drives us through the hardware of our choice vocation?

Oh, that death’s cold hands leave you

That you unveil the conceited literary cup

For us to drink and dance like never before

Live on my V.S Naipaul

Live on my great master and mentor!

Odono Matthew. C.

Asst. Director, NOA, Ohaukwu LGA

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THE PASSING AWAY OF AN ORATOR, GREAT SCHOLAR AND ACTIVIST

The untimely death of Professor Austin Chukwu is a great loss to the academia and humanity. He was a great teacher, administrator, father and counsellor.  He supported the virtues of justice, fairness and collectiveness. This he demonstrated in the various leadership positions he held. As the Dean, faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences, Federal University Ndufu-Alike Ebonyi state, Professor Chukwu ran open door policy interacting and engaging  with staff of the faculty and beyond irrespective of position and rank. My experienced with him showed that he was not ethnocentric nor a religious bigot because he treated people based on the content of their character. As we bade him farewell, may God grant the family and children the grace to bear this irreparable loss.

 Adieu Prof.       

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Tribute to a man of Intergrity: Prof. Austin Chukwu

The news of Prof. Austin Chukwu's demise came to me with a rude shock. I quickly remeber your faderly care and advise always given....... Yet, i believed the news of your demise wasn't true, but got it wrong.

Prof was a gift to humanities, a courageous man, dedicated and hardworking man. You will be greatly missed . Hm! i find it difficult to bring myself to the reality that we shall see nomore.

May the gentle soul of Prof. Austin Chuwke rest in peace with God till we meet to part no more, Amen!

Adieu great man!

Jayeola, F. David - Music Unit (FUNAI)

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The fall of the Great Iroko: Prof. Austin Chukwu

Prof,  your sudden passage to the great beyond came as a rude shock to all of us. You were  such a charismatic person that every academic was proud to submit to your tutelage.

Your forthrighness and fearlessness is a virtue and legacy you have bequathed to many. Your demise has orphaned a lot of young academic who always crave for your fatherly advise and mentorship.

It is hard for us to say,  but on  behalf of the Faculty of Humanities Welfare Committee , Federal University Ndufu-Alike, Ikwo,, we bid you good bye.

Adieu Prof.

Signed:

Dr. Ifeom Nweze (Chairperson -  Faculty of Humanioties Welfare Committee)

Akintunde, Olusola (Secretary- Faculty of Humanities Welfare Committee)

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Questions

Who are the Disciples?

Men full of Questions; Men who never know how to eat their own fruits, Men who do not know how to discern from the voice of the wind; Men of smoked screens and woolly eyes and complex existentiality; Men like fish, that live in the ocean of waters and yet seek an ocean: Men who never really question to know who the enemy is but known to question the enemy. Who are we? Are we the Disciples that do not know our enemy and yet question the enemy?

Who is our Enemy?

According to the words of George R.R. Martin; the author of A Song of Ice and Fire, “There is only one enemy – Death, the first and the Last enemy”. Yes, an enemy to the good; enemy to the bad; enemy to failures; enemy to success. Who’s Death? Unclassified; Unwanted and presumed to be dark and darker than dark? Oh! Sorrow has a rhythm - the rhythm of our enemy called Death. Can we conquer the enemy? The fight of faith and fear that enchants our being is a consequence of our enemy. We should know our enemy as the consciousness awakens something within the heart that is beyond knowledge.

What does the bird Say?

God is the Unknowable; unfathomable. Every statement about him sounds like a distorted truth. But the Master must always speak and his words are not meant to be comprehended. We simply need to listen as we listen to the wind in the trees of... VIEW FULL TRIBUTE