Your colleagues, medical students, Nurses and all other health workers attest to your uncommon passion for excellence, dedication to duty(even coming to work on the day of your passing on) and unrivaled selflessness - daring to love your neighbors more than yourself.

What more can we ask of a resident doctor?

I see uncommon sorrow in the eyes of your teachers and deep regret in the tone of voice of many senior colleagues. I learnt of your sacrifice to two senior colleagues - helping them out with General surgery research while you are in Neurosurgery in an age where many quickly pass the buck to dodge work. The Nurses spoke glowingly about you, your demeanor, respect for other professionals and readiness to help all. I am convinced that if this has been an illness requiring millions, many of us would have empty our purses to help out - to save this uncommon good soul.

No! Death accepts no money and mankind will never have any remedy for it. The only preparation for it is for us to learn from your life - that what matters in the long run is not the number of years spent running the race of life. The real deal is the quality of our impact in those years. That we should subject ourselves to daily checks of whether we are making enough impact and helping putting smiles on others faces as we plod on in life. These questions should ring daily as we hold ourselves accountable every night:

What difference did we make today? 
Who did we affect? 
What opportunities to inspire or help did we miss? 
What do we need to change?

For when we regularly hold ourselves so accountable, it will be easier for us to picture our graveside like yours today, with men saying: we came, we served and we were exceptionally good men.

Adieu Dr Ambrose Omhoudu Anegbe(October 1, 1979 – January 31, 2016)