Fr. Stanley Obi

30/08/2026

29/08/2026

LISTEN TO THIS BEFORE OR AFTER MASS OF 22ND SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME.
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29/08/2026

ONE YEAR WITHOUT YOU, MUM — MRS JUDITH MARY OBI 🕊️

One year ago, we laid you beneath the earth, but who said a mother can ever truly be buried when her love still walks through the hearts of her children?

Today, Judith Mary Obi, the world may have moved on, but ours paused the day we lowered you into the grave, and every memory still whispers your name.

People say time heals every wound, but I disagree—time has only taught us how to smile while carrying an invisible pain.

Mum, you left this world, but you left behind prayers, sacrifices, memories, and a love that death itself could not silence.

If heaven allows mothers to hear the tears of their children, then hear us today: we have not forgotten you, and we never will.

One year after your burial, we remember not merely the day you were laid to rest, but the woman you were, the lives you touched, and the mother whose place no one—not even death—can ever occupy. 🕯️❤️

29/08/2026

WHY ARE WE DUMPING OUR ELDERLY PRIESTS AND RELIGIOUS IN OLD PEOPLE’S HOMES? WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I have always found it disturbing when elderly people—especially priests and religious who spent their entire lives serving the Church—are simply sent away to distant institutions as though their usefulness has expired. The truth remains that keeping our older ones among us is not only culturally meaningful but spiritually enriching. Their presence gives them the opportunity to bless us, to feel loved, and to live out their final years with dignity.

Have we become so obsessed with efficiency that we now see old age as a burden rather than a season deserving love, honour, companionship, and dignity?
Our African culture traditionally teaches us to keep our elders close, yet we sometimes imitate foreign systems without asking whether they truly reflect our values or the dignity of those who sacrificed their lives for us.

An elderly priest sitting among his people, blessing children, encouraging young vocations, sharing stories, and praying for the parish is not a burden—he is a living heritage and a blessing.
Yes, the Church absolutely needs properly equipped healthcare facilities for sick and elderly priests and religious, but WHERE SOMEONE DESIRES TO REMAIN IN A PARISH OR RELIGIOUS COMMUNITY EVEN WITHOUT FORMAL RESPONSIBILITIES, WHY SHOULD WE DENY THEM THE JOY OF GROWING OLD AMONG THE PEOPLE THEY SERVED?

A Church that remembers its elderly remembers its roots; but a Church that hides away those who built it risks teaching the younger generation a frightening lesson: that once you can no longer work, you can no longer belong.
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28/08/2026

OLD PRIESTS ARE NOT ABANDONED IN ONITSHA — SO WHERE DID FR. Prince Chidi Philip GET HIS FACTS?

Let me join my voice with Fr Tochukwu Onyeagolu to set the record straight: when a falsehood is repeated without challenge, people eventually begin to mistake it for truth, and I cannot watch the Archdiocese of Onitsha and her Archbishop be condemned for something that is simply not true.
Fr Prince Chidi said, unapologetically, “shame on any diocese or archdiocese in Nigeria that has not established a proper facility to care for its sick and elderly priests,” but the Catholic Archdiocese of Onitsha has St Martha’s House, a befitting facility built under Archbishop Valerian Okeke specifically for the dignified care of elderly priests.

The irony is that some elderly priests actually preferred to remain in their parishes among the people they had served for decades, and rather than use episcopal authority to force them into retirement homes, the Archbishop respected their wishes—even allowing some to remain in their familiar residences.

So, before anyone paints elderly priests in Onitsha as abandoned in remote villages “counting birds in the sky,” perhaps the first question should be: have we actually checked the facts, or are we simply looking for a bishop to shame?

Fr Chidi, speaking truth to power is commendable, but truth without love wounds, and accusations without facts destroy—as our people would say, nwata kwuwaa okwu, o sị n’ogwara okenye eziokwu.