ECHOS OF MY 71YEARS CELEBRATION BY FRIENDS, FAMILIES AND WONDERFUL COLLEUGES

*BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION FOR A SILENT OPERATOR*


Today we celebrate a man, calm as the morning breeze,Yet powerful as the river that never ceases,Vitalis Ugoh, a name that carries vitality,A gentleman of honour, of grace, of humility.I call him the “Silent Operator”,He does not make noise, but he makes impact,He does not seek the stage, but the stage seeks him,Quiet in nature, mighty in works.
We met at New Nigerian Newspapers, Lagos Plant,Where ink was our blood and truth was our banner,You served as Secretary in the newsroom,Typing stories for reporters in the days of typewriters,Serving the News Editor with loyalty and diligence,A dual role, a double grace, a man of uncommon capacity.
But your flare for writing could not be hidden,Your pen carried fire, your reporting carried truth,So you were moved to the East as a reporter,And later to the Lagos newsroom, where you shone again,Rugged, jovial, accommodating, ever friendly.
You rose to become State Editor in Cross River State,Not by noise, but by merit, by hard work, by character,And even after retirement, your light did not dim,For your colleagues of the Nigerian Union of Journalists,Honoured you with a honorary award,Because a good man cannot be forgotten.
At the social corridors, we found ourselves,We laughed, we shared, we bonded as brothers,You showed me the heart of a true friend,A good family man, a man of peace and love.
Today, Vitalis, I celebrate you!May your days be long as your legacy is great,May your strength be renewed like the eagle’s,May joy flood your home, peace guard your heart,May your children rise to call you blessed,May your new year be greater than all your years before.
Happy Birthday, Vitalis Ugoh!The Silent Operator, the Calm Gentleman, the Vital Man!
You lived well, you served well, you are loved well.
With Brotherly Love and Deep Respect,Ola Jones

*BIRTHDAY FELICITATION TO VETERAN JOURNALIST, VITALIS UGOH, ON HIS 71ST BIRTHDAY*

On behalf of the leadership and entire membership of the Nigeria Union of Journalists (NUJ), Cross River State Council, I heartily congratulate our revered colleague and veteran journalist, Comrade Vitalis Ugoh, on the joyous occasion of his 71st birthday.
At 71, your life and career stand as a testament to dedication, professionalism and an enduring commitment to the ideals of journalism. Through the years, you have contributed immensely to the growth of the profession, upholding the values of truth, fairness, integrity and responsible journalism. Your wealth of experience and depth of knowledge remain valuable assets to the journalism community.
As a respected member of the NUJ family, your contributions to the profession and the development of journalism in Cross River State deserve commendation. You represent a generation of journalists whose commitment, courage and sacrifices have helped shape the profession and inspire younger practitioners. Your journey remains a source of encouragement to those following in your footsteps.
As you celebrate this remarkable milestone, I pray that Almighty God grants you continued good health, renewed strength, peace of mind and many more fulfilling years. May the years ahead bring you greater happiness and the satisfaction of seeing the profession you have served with distinction continue to flourish.
Happy 71st Birthday!
Comrade Archibong BasseyChairman,Nigeria Union of Journalists (NUJ),Cross River State Council.

Happy Birthday to my amazing Dad!


Thank you for being my strength, my teacher, and my safe place. Your sacrifices, your prayers, and your endless love have shaped who I am today.
I pray God continues to keep you, bless you, give you long life in good health, and let you reap the fruits of your labour.
I love you so much, Daddy. You are my hero forever.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
If I had to write everything you mean to me, words would not be enough. You taught me to be strong, to be kind, and to never give up.
You gave me everything even when you had little, and you never let us feel your struggles. Your love is quiet but so deep.
On this special day, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving us unconditionally. May this new age bring you joy, peace, sound health, and all the happiness you deserve.
I am so proud to call you my father. Happy Birthday, my king, my first love 😘, my babe πŸ₯Ήβ£οΈ
I too love you menhhhhh – Bright Chineye, Ugoh 

*πŸŽ‚β€οΈ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET HUSBAND ❀️*  
Happy birthday to my amazing husband, my love, my king, and my greatest blessing. πŸ₯°
May God bless you with long life, good health, peace, happiness, and endless success.
 May He protect you, favour you, and grant all your heart desires.Thank you for being my husband and my love. 
I pray our love grows stronger every day.
Happy birthday, my sweetheart! I love you today, tomorrow, and forever. β€οΈπŸŽ‰πŸ˜˜
You are the best 
Age gracefully in good Rosemary Ugoh -wife

Happy Birthday old man. I can see your white hairs. It is a mark of God’s blessings. Many longed for it and got none before joining our maker. God has been faithful to you and good number of us still hanging around and holding unto life. Worry not about abundant wealth. God sees beyond that. If you reflect on when you were scoring for NNN scoopers, Lagos, I used to call you “Wangui”, you know what that means.      Enjoy your New Age. The Good Lord wants you to slow down and enjoy with style, curdling your grand kids and sing “London bridge is falling down, falling down. falling down, London bridge is falling down my fair lady………” Be sure to send me your sweetened Birthday Cake. Cheers, tall man. Pat Umeh πŸ’πŸ’πŸ₯«πŸ₯«πŸ·πŸ·πŸπŸπŸŽπŸŽπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

πŽπ†πŽπ‹πŽπ†πŽ 𝐀𝐓 πŸ•πŸ: 𝐍𝐰𝐚 𝐦𝐛à πšπ§πšπ π‘α»‹ 𝐚𝐀𝐰α»₯𝐬ị π’π£πžπ…π¨π« π•π’π­πšπ₯𝐒𝐬 𝐔𝐠𝐨𝐑They once called you a typist, the quiet custodian of words, a young man seated behind the machine, pressing keys while destiny pressed forward within you.But as our elders say,”Mmiri anaghα»‹ echefu α»₯zọ ya.” Water never forgets its path.Your journey was already written in the ledger of providence.From the newsroom floor, you carried ambition without arrogance, humility without weakness, and diligence without complaint.You entered the Nigerian Institute of Journalism, a seeker of knowledge, a traveller on the road of self-renewal.And like the eagle of the eastern skies, you rose.Not in haste.Not by shortcuts.Not by the noisy drumbeat of self-advertisement.But through steady labour, through discipline, through the grace of God.From editorial typist to State Editor.O bu ezigbo akα»₯kọ ndα»₯. That is a life worth telling.Many dream of elevation.Few labour for it.Fewer still attain it while keeping the respect of all.Yet you did.The newsroom knew your competence.Your colleagues knew your warmth.The Accounts Department, that careful tribunal of human conduct, knew your fairness.And everyone knew your smile.That smile!Like morning sunlight breaking through newsroom tension.Like the familiar laughter around a village square.Like the reassuring voice that says, “Nwanne m, ndα»₯ ga-adα»‹ mma.” “My brother, life will be well.”You carried authority without becoming distant.You led without becoming proud.You corrected without humiliating.You succeeded without forgetting people.That is why you are called Ogologo.Not merely because of stature, but because your influence stands tall.Tall in friendship.Tall in character.Tall in loyalty.Tall in humanity.Ogologo nke obi ọma. The tall one with a good heart.Ogologo nke ndα»‹ mmadα»₯ ji eme ọnα»₯. The tall one people gladly speak well of.At seventy-one, you stand like the iroko tree,weathered but strong,seasoned but flourishing,rooted yet still growing.As the elders would say,”A na-ahα»₯ agadi osisi n’anya n’ihi ndΓ² ya.”An old tree is cherished because of the shade it provides.And your life has provided shade for many.Β©TheVillageBoy.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’–π’“π’† π’Žπ’‚π’ π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒔)

In a time and generation when silence permit the void and technicalities becloud’s rectitude and moralities, there resounded a voice from the rumbles a noble journalist, an Orator, a father passionately patriotic in his dispositions , a perfectgentleman. For the first time in the history of Ndokwa people resident in Cross River State, your love earned you the position of the number two citizen among us, Your love and immense contributions has been part of the oil that has Garnered us to the synergy, togetherness and the unpresidented altitudes we’ve gained. With God’s Love, we say happiest birthday to you Daddy, our inlaw and the formal vice president of Ndokwa Community Association Cross River State Calabar, may the Lord keep you and cause HIS face to shine upon you.

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