Dear Oga and Brother Toyin:
Many thanks, as always, for your golden as well as free spirit of sharing and, indeed, for the wonderful photos and the moving eulogy you brought from Sister Keren Dimah's Chicago wake-cum-funeral rites! When I heard that you were there from Austin-Texas, to partcipate actively in the events, I knew that you won't forget some of us, who missed the wonderful occasion, after being invited, because of ill-health or for other very cogent reasons.
As Yvette and I read the great eulogy by Chicago State University Professor Aka (Brother Philip), we noticed his continued references to the 48 years that our beloved Sister Keren Dimah lived, as opposed to the 70 years promised all of us proverbially.
Permit me to underscore the following: As a King and Civil Rights Movement Scholar, Brother Aka's brilliant eulogy immediately reminded me of the great eulogy that then Morehouse College President Banjamin Elijah Mays "preached" in 1968 at Dr. King's funeral. He made sure to point out in his eulogy that Dr. King -- like Florence Nightingale, Che Guavera and our own Malcolm X, among several others -- died at only 39 years old (which was 9 years behind the age of Sister Keren Dimah). Yet, the Morehouse College President (Dr. Mays) made sure to reiterate that it is not how long one lives that matters in life but how well. And from everything that we have either seen or heard, Sister Keren Dimah lived very well and, as the Holy Scriptures would attest to, she also fought a good fight, ran a good race and finished the course as welll! Therefore, her prize is being at rest in God's Kingdom, where we should aswell run our own good race and to go to meet her.
Just as it has been inscribed on Dr. King's tombstone (when he met his day in 1968), we also take liberty to inscribe the following memorable words on Sister Keren Dimah's tombstone: "Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty I am free at last."
Above all, may Sister Keren Dimah rest peacefully in the Lord, as we again express publicly our most heartfelt condolences to the family, especially to Brother Agber Dimah, her widower (who is also a Professor at Chicago State University)!
A.B. Assensoh & family in Indiana.
Sent: Tuesday, February 01, 2011 8:59 AM
To: USAAfricaDialogue@googlegroups.com
Subject: Obituary--Keren Patricia Dimah: Photographs and Eulogy
by Dr. Philip Aka
Dr. Agber Dimah, Yangeh, Wanger, Fanen, and the entirety of the Dimah family here and abroad;
Madam Nwashima Iwar, James Iwar, and the entirety of the Iwar family;
My brothers and sisters,
We gather here tonight to celebrate the life of a magnificent individual. Obviously, this was not the event we asked God for. Rather, our prayers were for a complete recovery from the illness that, in the end, claimed the life of our beloved sister, Mbakeren Patricia Dimah, whom most of us knew simply but famously as Keren Dimah. Although our sister confronted a dreadful illness, we never for one moment doubted that our God, unfathomable, all-merciful, Alpha and Omega, and consummate miracle worker, would grant us a miracle.
The event we could have preferred would have been a Thanksgiving service, rather than the one we have been presented with here. The Holy Scripture suggested three scores and ten (or 70) years as ideal longevity. But Keren lived for 48 years rather than the full life suggested by the scripture. We would have preferred the celebration of a full life rather than the 48 years Keren managed. A truncated life of the kind our sister lived does not for me match the concept of celebration.
But death strikes when it may, without any regard for age, whether young or old or in-between. We are disappointed that God did not give our sister a long life, yet grateful to the Almighty for the 48 years He granted to her, some of which years Keren, most generously shared with us. We are particularly comforted by the immortal word of St. Paul in his letter to the Romans, Chapter 14, verse 8, which states: "whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's."
When on Jan. 8, 2011, Keren's spirit left this world, she freed herself from the worries of this life. When on Jan. 8, 2011, the cold hand of death snatched her away from us, she moved to a place better than here where there is no pain; no sickness of any type, including the awful one that claimed her life;-and where there is no death, as the scripture promised us in the Book of Revelation. Therefore what we do here today we do essentially for ourselves. We have assembled to celebrate Keren's life to console ourselves and ease some of the sorrow we feel from losing her. As one Igbo proverb goes, one who participates in the funeral of another, funeralizes herself or himself.
How do we evaluate the lifelong activities of somebody like Keren whose accomplishments loom large and who packed so much into her relatively short years on earth? Is it her character, her education, the family she built together with Agber, her professional life, or what? Just where do we begin? I first met Keren in 1997 when, with my then-little two sons, I came to Chicago on a visit. When we moved here in Fall 2000, we had the opportunity, which we quickly snapped, for a closer relationship with the Dimah family. Because I called Agber my brother, Keren most logically and automatically became my sister. It was never something nominal. For as the Igbo say, testimony to the truth that brotherhood and sisterhood is something also found abroad outside the home, nwanne di na mba.
Of the many attributes for which we remember Keren, in my assessment, three stand out prominently. The first is that she was an intensely warm person. The catch to this warmth though is that you have to get close enough to experience it. Because Keren was also an intensely private person, you have to do so through her family, particularly her confidant, best friend, and soul-mate, Agber. Keren liked to socialize and entertain people. Whether in their old home in Park Forest or in their new home in Matteson, the Dimahs time and again opened their doors and hearts to visitors, including myself and my family. There was always plenty to eat and drink and numerous issues to talk about in these get-togethers. The best part was always the conversation. In her quiet ways, Keren expressed her position strongly, cogently, and eloquently. Whether it was the volatile socioeconomic conditions in Nigeria or the intrigues of academic life, whatever the topic, Keren always contributed a characteristically thoughtful insight.
Third, Keren will be remembered for her exceptional intellectual abilities. Like many of us, our sister came here as an immigrant in search of the golden fleece of education. She found it in abundance, earning four academic degrees in a short space of time-baccalaureate degrees in psychology and political science, a master of public administration degree, and a master of public health degree. Keren started a Ph.D. degree at Purdue University that she did not complete before the Lord called her home on Jan. 8. Keren enjoyed the academic life and she had a passion for research, particularly in the field of aging and mistreatment of elderly people in which she published many works, a good number of them with Agber. Here again, we behold something of an irony: an individual who built her professional life studying old people did not herself live enough to become one. Part of Keren's interest in research is indicated by the paid work that she did; until her death, she co-directed the Office of Institutional Review Board at Northwestern University, where she served since 2004, following a stint at the University of Illinois School of Medicine where she also performed institutional review work.
Some people leave such imprints in their journey on earth that the world is never the same without them. Keren falls into this category and we are blessed and thankful to God for the opportunity to meet and know her. We shall miss her. She will live evergreen in our hearts. For her families and for all of us rendered grief-stricken and heart-broken by Keren's untimely death, I end this tribute with the eternal words of Joshua, Chapter 1, verse 9:
Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.
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