"Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, as the chimney sweeper will come to the dust."

May your soul rest in perfect peace

Chris NWANERI

Akudo Owere.

I honestly don’t know how to fully express what I feel about the passing of my father. I’ve cried, I’ve screamed, and I’ve put on a face of strength. Yet every time I think of you, Dad, I find myself breaking down remembering the moments we shared and the lessons you taught me.

To me, my father, Philip Anyiam Sr., was a titan among men. A mover. A shaker. A real-life superhero. I still remember the day he had his stroke. That was the first time I saw my Superman weakened, as if he had been struck by kryptonite. I wasn’t a very emotional kid, but I remember begging him, on the verge of tears, to go to the hospital. He just wanted to lie down, but something in me wouldn’t let that happen. He called me his angel after that. I told him angels were girls, he corrected me, saying angels are warriors of God. And that’s exactly who my father was: a true warrior of God. Those closest to God often carry the heaviest burdens, and my father bore his with dignity, resilience, and grace.

Some of my most treasured memories are working alongside my dad. First, at his corporate office with Total Utilities, and later at his cultural venture, the International Culture and Fashions Center (ICFC), a place that energized and uplifted the Nigerian community for years. He let me play with his computers, sparking my love for technology. My siblings and I ran the register, helped with inventory, and even handled marketing, passing out flyers at events or placing them on cars in shopping center parking lots. Watching my father engage the community, pour passion into his work, and do it all with charisma and pride left a lasting impression on me. If I had just a fraction of his charm, I might be a millionaire by now.

I even owe my first step onto a football field to a chance sale at his shop. My first coach’s wife walked into his store one day and the rest is history. That one moment eventually led to a full football scholarship to Rice University. Life is about timing, about being in the right place. Positioning yourself to take advantage of opportunities given to you by God. This was something my Dad always understood.

I remember the few basketball and football games he was able to attend when I was younger. But even when he wasn’t there in the stands, I still played for him, for the pride of carrying the Anyiam name. I never needed him physically present to feel supported. He was always with me in spirit and I always knew why he couldn’t be there. He was sacrificing for our family. 

My Dad taught me the weight and honor of our family name. He taught me that while respect is important, that strength isn’t just about standing firm. It is also about giving, nurturing, and lifting others up. He taught me the value of respect, the dignity in struggle, and the quiet power of perseverance as a father, a husband, and a business owner.

Only after becoming a father and business owner myself did I fully grasp the depth of what he passed on to me. It never surprised me how drawn my sons, Miles and Max Jr., were to his presence. They never heard him speak. They never saw him walk. They never saw the man who once stood tall and conquered the world. But they still felt him. They still wanted to be close to Grandpa. That was his power — his spirit, his love, his light — undeniable, even in silence.

My father was a warrior in every sense of the word. A lieutenant in the Biafran War. A father of four. A business entrepreneur. A husband to a woman of incredible strength that I am proud to call “mom”. Life tried to slow him down, but he fought through every trial. He battled demons, like all men must, and he remained steadfast. He was a pillar of his community and a giant in our lives.

I know you’re watching over me, Dad.  Though I miss you deeply, I find peace knowing that you’re now with the greats, walking, talking, laughing, just as you did in my youth. Guiding us, protecting us and continuing to inspire us.

You will always be my Superman.

And I will always do everything I can to make you proud.

Rest in peace, Dad. I love you.

Max Anyiam Sr.

TRBUTE

As we gather to celebrate and remember the life of our family friend, Sir Philip Anyiam, let us not forget or be aware that he was a trustworthy  man who could stand by you through thick and thin.

Sir Philip was a person of immeasurable kindness exemplified by his attitude towards his fellow mankind. For instance, on several occasions did some of his former customers come to his store with insufficient  fund and he would allow them go with the merchandise on promise ( by the customer) to return later to complete payment.

 In short, he  had a penchant for giving regardless of who you are. 

Sir Philip was also such a devoted Christian minded person that he had to engage in several church organizations and at the  same time eke out time to write  short ecclesiastical  poems. Prayer and praise..Very resourceful man indeed..

Rest in Eternal Bliss, Sir Philip Anyiam, You will be missed but NEVER forgotten.

Mr & Mrs Ben Ukwu & Family.

Remembering my beloved uncle, Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam

It is true that death is inevitable, your departure took us by surprise because we had itinerary list of things to do before the sad and unwanted news came. For a little bit I was stunned and dazed.

When I got to your house and saw you lying still, unmoving; I called on you, Dee! Dee! Dee! Dee!, I can’t remember how many times I exclaimed that. I shook your body, again, again and again, I mentioned my names, both English and Igbo, still there was no response from you, not even raising your arm up to welcome me, the smiles had gone, and looking at my face and nodding in acclamation were all vanished. Hoping that you were deep in slumber, but I was wrong. Chai and indeed, I lost you. I was filled with a sharp anger, a high emotion, and cry outburst.

When I came to my senses I realized that God giveth and God taketh away. Also, realizing the words from Ecclesiastes, that there is time for everything, time to be born and time to die; and that God created live and death summed up my consolation and strength. Being Christians, we are meant to understand that you are in a better place. A place where there is no sickness and no pain, but peace, happiness and joy. May our precious and gracious God lovingly receive your gentle soul into His bosom.

Winding back the clock, I remember and recall a few memories that impacted my life. In 1971, I took one of your ties, and I was struggling to knot it. You saw me and smiled. Instead of scolding me for messing with your wardrobe, out of love, you used it and showed me how to do it. When I passed to go to secondary school in Akokwa, there was a financial constraint to live in the dormitory plus the school fees. You came back from your teaching station and were able to transfer me to Dick Tiger Memorial Secondary School, where I could go to school from home. I do not know what would have been my faith today if you did not make that move. I cannot thank you enough.

You motivated my coming to USA. Stably, I had a place to stay with all the joy and privileges with staying with you, my dear uncle. I didn’t have to jolt around like many new students or other individuals who did not have their own relatives around. I fondly remember the joy of our shared pleasantries during my time in Nigeria—especially when you stayed with me in Lagos during your visit from the USA, before I eventually joined you in North America.

You were my motivation to come to Dallas. When I arrived, I once again found a stable home in your care—staying with you and your family until I found my feet. You introduced me to Old Orlu Progressive Association, DFW. Through your tireless efforts and unwavering vision, ‘Anyiam’, a dynasty, became more than just a name—it became a symbol of legacy, leadership, and belonging across Little Rock, Arkansas and the Dallas/Fort Worth region. Although your illness kept you distant from the community for a long time before your passing, as an enduring legacy and significance, your name remains firmly etched among the leaders of the Igbo and Nigerian communities. I promise to keep the light burning.

I remember, in the early stages of your prolong sickness, I took you to stay with me and my family at Laurel Lane, Plano, rendering my humble support and a temporary relief for your family of the burden of daily care. It fills my heart with gratitude to have accomplished that. Besides, through all the tribulations, I was never found wanting. To God be the glory.

During my wedding in which you were the chairman, like a father, you played a very dominant role to bless my marriage. My gratitude lives as long as I live.

Dee, although you were sick for a long time, you stayed strong; your presence was acknowledged and respected as head of our family, the Anyiam’s and Umu Iheanetu at large. Regrettably, your absence creates a big vacuum with immense and crushing responsibilities on me, both in Diaspora and at home. I wish it did not come to me this soon. May God help me. Amen!

Dee, to your family you left behind, by God’s grace and strength, I will not stay astray from them and providing advice to the best of my knowledge and ability.

I have no choice than to accept the will of God, and that He giveth and He taketh away. I pray that your soul remains at peace with Lord Almighty till we meet again.

Bye bye; I love you.

Christopher Anosike and Maureen Ngozi 

An Ode to my Dear Uncle Philip:

If you knew my Uncle Philip you know he was a true fighter. To be honest, in the back of my mind I was convinced he’d outlive us all!

Dear Uncle,

You were larger than life. Looking through your younger pictures has been eye opening. You were a handsome, dynamic and complex man. An ever present figure for your family, for your church, & especially for the Igbo community. Your spirit was so vibrant Uncle! Which is why your loss is particularly painful. We lost a giant. And we lost you in stages.

Yet, even in the midst of many so many difficult challenges, you fought to keep pushing forward.

My dear Uncle you fought the good fight. You stayed true to your family and to your culture. And you kept the faith til the very end!

So while we mourn your loss & what could have been; As much as I may wish to reverse the hands of time, I take solace in knowing you are whole again & free from this world’s sorrows.

Uncle, I am in awe of your story. In the time since you’ve passed, I’ve thought about how much strength one must have to endure life’s challenging seasons. And now I’m even more convinced that you were stronger than us all.

You’ve taught us many lessons on resilience, gratitude and humility without ever giving us a lecture.

Uncle you were the real deal.

Thank you for the many lessons. Thank you for your endurance. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for allowing me to care for you. It was an honor. I will always remember you for your tenderness & your strength. And I will never forget the softness in your eyes.

Until the next time we meet, rest in glory my dear Uncle. Your legacy will live on through the lives of your children & grandchildren!

We All Miss You,

Kemji Edo. 

I am deeply heartbroken by the passing of a man I held in the highest regard-a truthful, bold and God-fearing gentleman who became family through the woman I married. He was more than just a relative; he was a mentor, a pillar of strength, a shining example of integrity and faith.

As a devoted husband,  father, grandfather,  and entrepreneur, he lived a life of purpose and honor. His commitment to his family, his work,  and his Catholic faith-especially through his service as a member of the Knight of Columbus-leaves a legacy that will never be forgotten.

We are blessed to have known him,  and his influence will continue to live on through the lives he touched, especially in the family he raised. May God grant him eternal rest and welcome him into His everlasting peace, adieu Dee

With deepest sympathy,

Uncle Jude, Mrs Uloma Iwuala and family 

A Tribute to Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam (1946–2025)

Sir Philip/Uncle as we fondly called you, with heavy hearts and profound gratitude to God, we honor your Glorious Exit.

You were a towering pillar, beloved husband, father, grandfather, uncle, in-law, friend, and godfather. Uncle, your life was a testimony of grace, resilience and faith,

You were a pioneer in business and a devout Catholic, a visionary and trailblazer, who mentored and uplifted many, including your godson Michael D’Angelo Ugochukwu Madu.

Uncle, your spiritual strength was anchored in your unwavering Catholic faith. You were a dedicated prayer warrior, and you lived your life in faithful service to God, family, and community. Your profound impact resonates through your beloved family and numerous organizations you held dear.

Uncle, you were a man of honor with a deep integrity, and your legacy will live on. The heavens have gained a noble knight. You will be greatly missed.

From Dr./Sir Joe & Lady Chinwe Madu and Family — Ijeoma, Carl (son-in-law), Noble, Jennifer, and Michael.

May you rest in eternal peace.

Adieu.

My father was a man of great faith, humble strength, and quiet wisdom. He lived a life anchored in God’s word, and it showed in everything he did. How he loved, how he led, and how he served. He was not perfect, but he was a man after God’s own heart, walking daily in grace, humility, and unwavering belief.

He taught me to trust in the Lord no matter the season, to pray without ceasing, and to give thanks even in the hard times. His faith was not loud, but it was firm, a steady light in our lives, guiding us even when we didn’t realize it.

My father led his family like Christ leads the Church: with sacrifice, patience, and love. He didn’t need to say much, his life spoke for him. He lived out Proverbs 22:6, raising his children in the way they should go, and we are forever better because of it.

In his later years, it was both an honor and a blessing to care for him, to return even a portion of the love, strength, and sacrifice he so freely gave to us. That season matured me in ways I didn’t expect. It taught me discipline, patience, and what it truly means to serve with a heart of love. Though it was challenging at times, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It was one of the greatest privileges of my life.

I take comfort in knowing that he is now resting in the arms of the Father, reunited with loved ones and surrounded by heavenly peace. His work on earth is done, and his crown in heaven is well-earned.

Rest well, Dad. Until we meet again in glory, I will hold onto your words, your prayers, and your example. You have fought the good fight, you have finished the race, and you have kept the faith. 

A Loving Tribute to My Husband, Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam

Today, we gather not only in sorrow but in profound gratitude—for the precious life of my beloved husband, Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam.

Philip, writing this tribute has been one of the hardest tasks of my life. I feel like a soldier defeated by grief, struggling to accept the reality of your passing.

In December 1983, we met and made a commitment to build a joyful, faith-filled, and prosperous family together. You were not only deeply loved by me but also warmly embraced by my family and everyone whose lives you touched.

In August 1984, we proudly walked down the aisle, sealing our vows with love and faith. Our marriage was blessed with four wonderful children—a daughter and three sons—and later, four cherished grandchildren. Sadly, you could not stay to welcome our next granddaughter.

Just a few years into our journey, illness struck. For over twenty-five years, you fought bravely, and though we did all we could—your children included—God had a different plan. He called you home, and we find comfort in knowing you are now at peace. “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” – 2 Timothy 4:7.

For more than two decades, our dreams were placed on hold as you battled tirelessly. Now, the silence in our home is overwhelming, the emptiness profound. A great void has been left behind, but I do not question God’s will. My dear husband of forty-two years, your children and grandchildren miss you deeply.

I am grateful to God for the strength He gave me to honor my vow—for better or worse, till death do us part.

Though you are no longer with us in body, your legacy endures. The lessons you shared, the sacrifices you made, and the unwavering love you poured into our lives will never fade. Your faith never wavered, and you showed us the true power of patience, kindness, and trust in God’s plan. We are forever grateful for the gift of your life and the blessings of your love.

You were a devoted husband and father, always wanting the best for your family. You welcomed all who came near with warmth and generosity, offering a helping hand wherever it was needed. You were a beacon of hope to the Anyiam family and the Amaigbo community, especially helped many young adults return home safely to their parents from the Nigerian-Biafra civil war. You were a man of steadfast faith, strength, and love.

Through every season of life, Philip walked with grace and perseverance. He was a devoted husband, a loving father and grandfather, and a faithful servant of God. His kindness, wisdom, and unwavering spirit touched the hearts of all who knew him.

Our hearts grieve, but we do not despair, for we know this farewell is only temporary. One day, we will be reunited, and what a joyous day that will be! Though his earthly journey has ended, his spirit lives on in the presence of our Lord.

My dear husband, Sir Philip, rest well in the bosom of our Lord until we meet again, never to part.

Heavenly Father, we thank You for the life of Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam. He walked in faith, and now he rests in Your eternal embrace. As we mourn, comfort us with Your presence. As we remember, strengthen us with Your love. May Your peace fill the hearts of all who grieve, and may we continue to honor his legacy through lives of kindness and faith. We trust in Your promise of eternal life and hold fast to the hope of reunion. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Your Wife: Princess Lady Comfort Anyiam

TRIBUTE

Vanity upon vanity..All is vanity!

Today ,we mourn the  demise of a  great man. And a beloved inlaw. LATE SIR PHILIP MELARIRI ANYIAM.

Dee  Philip, you were  a  kind hearted,   caring  andd well respected brother in law.

With nostalgia, I remember how you fed me  by yourself  while I lay incapacitated on a hospital bed in Parlkand Hospital.  I prayed and wished that you would live to see when  my children and  Grandchildren  would appreciate you and your wife for being used as instruments to save my life. 

Little did I know that shortly after,,the devil struck you with sickness which  you suffered and never survived from it  as and it led to your departure from  mother earth.

Visiting and talking to you  on your sick bed was most traumatic part of my yearly vacations . My prayer and hope was that given  the  care  you received. you  would get well and back to your bubbling life..

Today,  as you are being laid to rest,we are wallowing in pains of shattered dreams. 

I take solace in the fact that you have gone to rest in the bosom of your maker to suffer no more pain.

Nodoubt you left with words of appreciation.which were the last I heard from you. Thank you ,thank you Thank you and I believe God has accepted your heart of gratitude..Dee Philip.  On behalf of my husband Chief Sir Felix Okechukwu Njoku , our children and Grandchildren, I say ,Gaa ijegi Nkeoma. Rest in peace till we meet to part no more

My father was a man of unwavering faith and steadfast love. When he was able to speak he didn’t just speak about the love of God—he lived it, every day, in the way he cared for his family, and walked humbly with his Savior.

His greatest joy came not from material things, but from the people God placed in his life. He loved us deeply.

My father wasn’t perfect, but he followed a perfect Savior. And in doing so, he taught us what it means to live with purpose, integrity, and love. He knew that this life was just a moment compared to eternity.

While I grieve, I also rejoice—because I know where he is. I know that he is resting, he is pain free, and he is with Jesus. And I hold onto that hope, the blessed assurance that comes from knowing Christ, because my father gave my family that legacy.

Thank you, Dad, for the life you lived, the love you gave, and the example you set. I will miss you every day, but I will carry your light with me and by God’s grace, I will see you again.

A Tribute to My Father, My King

My father, Philip Melariri Anyiam, was a God-fearing man whose devotion to faith, family, and hard work shaped every part of his life. He was the rock of our household, a man of strength, principle, and immense love. As the youngest of four children, I was blessed to witness firsthand the care and intentionality he poured into being a father. He taught me from a young age that being respectful to people was not just expected, but foundational. He didn’t just teach it; he lived it.

My dad was the true definition of a family man, present, engaged, and full of wisdom. He would tell us stories, of his time in the war, his business ventures, and his travels. As a child, I didn’t fully understand them. But as I got older, those stories took on new meaning. They revealed a man of deep resilience, vision, and purpose. He was the embodiment of what it means to be a successful Nigerian man: arriving in the U.S. with a dream to build a better life, and doing exactly that.

His professional journey was remarkable to me. He launched companies like Total Utilities Inc., helping businesses navigate and audit their expenses. His heart was always tied to community, culture, and legacy. Soon after the launching of his first company, he then founded the International Culture and Fashion Center (ICFC), which became a cornerstone for Nigerians in Dallas–Fort Worth. ICFC wasn’t just a shop, it was a cultural landmark, where fashion, film, music, and heritage came to life. From vibrant fashion shows to holiday celebrations, ICFC was a place of pride. In fact, my dad ran the first Nigerian movie rental store in Dallas, mirroring the Blockbuster model, that flourished well in the 90’s. He made sure we all understood the purpose behind the family business. He gave us more than responsibilities, he gave us identity, and he never let the business come at the cost of our happiness. 

My father was a guiding force who passionately encouraged us to pursue our interests in sports, music, and whatever made us happy. He led with love and enthusiasm, celebrating holidays with a reverence that made them feel sacred. Through his example, he filled our home with deep tradition, unwavering support, and a joyful spirit that shaped our lives

Though he was a proud Nigerian, he also embraced American culture fully. He was a die-hard fan of the Dallas Cowboys, Dallas Mavericks and Michael Jordan. Once I saw how much he loved those sports/athletes, I fell in love with them too. It’s amazing to realize now how much that shaped the person I became. He showed us how to be grateful for what we had, even when life wasn’t perfect.

My father lived 79 remarkable years, powered by the strength of his faith, his wife, and his children. He battled illness with courage and grace. Even after suffering strokes, he stood tall, literally fighting to keep the business and family he built with so much love. Watching him walk with a limp, still grinding, still pushing, taught me what true strength looks like. And really, I should’ve expected nothing less, from a man who survived the Biafran War and came to America to give his children a better future.

One of my favorite memories will always be the nickname he gave me as a child: “Tiger” (pronounced "Tie-ga"). He gave it to me after a footrace one evening, where I tried to outrun him and my friends before we had to be home by dark. From that moment on, I believed I was the fastest person alive—and in many ways, that confidence never left me. That was his gift. He knew how to make each of his children feel powerful, loved, and seen.

Each of my siblings has their own stories, stories of love, resilience, and unforgettable lessons from our dad. He instilled confidence in all of us. He made each of us feel special, capable, and grounded in our roots.

To me, he was a superhero, and while no one can truly replicate his strength, his biggest victory was staying strong long enough to meet his first granddaughter, my daughter, Aiyana Anyiam. It was the one thing I prayed for towards the end of his legacy, and God answered that prayer beyond measure. He not only met her but lived long enough to be known and loved by four grandchildren who will carry his legacy forward.

Long live my true King, Philip Melariri Anyiam.

You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.

Rest well, Dad. Your legacy lives on.

It is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye to you, my beloved godfather, Phillip Anyiam. 

You and Aunty Comfort treated me like your own son. You never hesitated to show me love, to take care of me and to make me feel like I was one of your own children. You were always ready to come get me whenever I asked and when I came to the store, you’d tell me, “Pick out whatever you want.”  That’s just who you were, always giving and always full of love.

I was blessed beyond words to have you as my godfather. You weren’t just someone assigned to that role; you lived it, you embodied it, and you made me feel it every single time I was around you.

These years have been hard having to see you fade and it hurts even more now to know I won’t hear your voice or see your smile again in this life, but I’m comforted by the fact that I know you are no longer suffering.  You are finally at peace  and resting in the place we all hope to reach. 

Thank you Uncle Phillip for everything; your love, your example, your warmth, and your presence in my life. I’ll carry your memory with me always.

Rest well, until we meet again

TRIBUTE:

Where will I begin. My De'dem, My father and My mentor.

In 1973, my father The Late Timothy Anyiam of Blessed memory in his wisdom decided to send me to live with his younger brother, Deem Philip. He was a teacher then. My brief stay with him was the startup of my cultural knowledge and respect for our Igbo culture.

However, my stay with him was brief, because in 1975 he relocated to United State for studies. Dede was the pride of the Anyiam's family. Everyone listens to him, this includes the Young and Old. The respect for our UNCLE was indeed spectacular. I remember his first home coming back to Nigeria was like the return of a Messiah. This was not necessarily as a result of what each will get from the man, but the pride of seeing him live. 

Dedem, literarily was my father, pardon me my second father, He and his wife, found it necessary to invest in me. As a matter of fact, dede took me under his wing and taught me all I knew, most importantly work ethic, his energy was unbelievable. In his days as an owner and operator of one of the Fashion House in Dallas Metropolis, THE ICFC "INTERNATIONAL CULTURE AND FASHION CENTER" Where he epitomizes African Fashion and Artifact. Attending some African American festivals such as" Harambee" and many others. Anything he touches and put his minds into them, the results are Phenomenals.

Dede, touches a lot of our people in this Dallas with his advice which I witness time and time again.

Literarily speaking if I may, allow me to say my uncle is Dallas for many of our Nigeria families. I witness firsthand the advice he gave to many who moved to Dallas from other US states. Many are now doing well in their businesses within our metropolis.

I am so Proud of all his accomplishments. This page won't be enough putting down the history of my Beloved Uncle and Father the Late Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam. A very devout Christian a Knight in the Catholic church. He was the first Nigerian who devoted himself serving as an Usher before others. He always opens doors for others. In a nutshell anything and everything he touches is GOLD. I can't end this without mentioning his love for his wife and children. I saw firsthand what love for family is. Everything I got from my uncle I try to copy the man. Is it his love for fashion, his dressing is impeccable often a friend of mine always addresses his love corporate dressing.

Concluding therefore, my dedem. my mentor, my father and all.

It is really difficult that you are no longer here but every day your commanding Voices Echos in my Ears. I really Cherish your fatherly care and mentoring.

I will always have you in my thinking and follow the sample you made for the Anyiam family. 

ADIEU Dedem 

• Tribute to Our Beloved Uncle, Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam (Dee Philip)

"A life well-lived is measured by its legacy."

We honor Dee Philip Anyiam, our trailblazing uncle whose journey to the United State, in the 1970s inspired generations. His success abroad became our family’s roadmap, proving that with faith and hard work, dreams come true.

Because of his hard work and perseverance, many in the Anyiam family were inspired to follow in his footsteps, venturing abroad to build their own successful lives. He showed us that dreams were attainable, that borders could be crossed, and that with faith and resilience, greatness was within reach.  

A man of wisdom, love, and strength, Uncle Philip’s laughter, guidance, and generosity touched us all. His legacy lives on in his wife, children, grandchildren, and the many family members he inspired.

Heavenly Father, we commit his soul to Your care. Comfort his family and grant us peace.

Rest well, Uncle Philip. Your light shines on.

Felix Ugochukwu Anyiam - United Kingdom 

Tribute To Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam.

Sir Philip, you were more than a family friend to us , the Egwuagus . You were a father and a role model to us all . You were a very close friend to my late husband , Felix. You were a God father to my third son Amaechi who holds you very dear. Our children grew up as cousins , not just friends and til date they share joys and grieves as a family 

Sir Philip, your impact as a profound gentle man is still felt in Dallas/Fortworth among those that crossed path with you and your legacy lives on with the four successful children you left behind .

I duff my hat to your wife , Comfort, my sister and friend , a virtuous woman who gave up her career for years to care for you ,her husband til the end.

My dear Comfort and children , take heart and bear with fortitude knowing your love one is resting in God’s bosom where there is no more pain and sufferings. 

Adieu Sir Philip-Rest in peace Amen

Nneoha Mrs . Susan Egwuagu . For the Family.

On behalf of the children of late Eze Johnson Ihegboro Nzekwe and the entire Okoroewuzie family of Owerre Nkworji, I write to express our deepest condolences to our Big Sister, Comfort Anyiam and her very lovely children over the passing of their husband and father, Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam. 

De Philip ( as we fondly called him) played his role very well in the stage of life before his curtains fell. The intense love his children have for him during his lifetime and thereafter is a testament of his very successful role as a father. He was a straightforward, firm, disciplined and a loving father and husband. He will be sorely missed.

We pray that Almighty God will console our dear sister and her children while giving them the fortitude to bear the loss. We also pray that that God grants Sir Philip Anyiam perfect rest in His bosom. 

De Philip, “ travel well” and may your soul rest in perfect peace.

IHEANYI NZEKWE

Tribute to ………Sir Philip Anyiam

Sir Phillip was a wonderful family man, a devoted husband and great father to his kids. I remember those days he was telling my husband late Dr Francis Uzoma (Ozondu) that the best thing that happened to him was having Comfort as his wife. Always cracking jokes telling everyone who cared to listen that his wife “is the best cook in the world”. He was a jolly good fellow .We take solace knowing he is with his creator. May his soul continue to rest in the Lord.

Adieu Nwoke Oma,

Lady Betsy Uzoma

A Loving Tribute to Sir Philip Anyiam

To our family, Sir Philip who was more than a friend, more than an uncle. More than, truly in every sense of the word. His presence was a blessing, his wisdom a gift, and his love a steady source of comfort and strength. We are grateful for the many years we shared with him, marked by laughter, stories, and unwavering support.

Sir Philip Anyiam was a distinguished community leader and mentor, especially within the Nigerian and Igbo communities. He gave creatively, selflessly, uplifted others generously, and served as a beacon of unity and pride. His legacy lives on in the lives he touched.

His passing has left a deep void, but we take comfort in knowing that he now rests in eternal peace.

“The righteous man walks in his integrity; his children are blessed after him.” — Proverbs 20:7

Though we mourn his absence, we celebrate his life, his impact, and the love he so freely gave. We will miss him dearly, but we hold on to the hope that we will meet again in glory.

With heartfelt love and gratitude,

Your Loving Extended Family

Mr. Julius and Julianna Irozuru

Mr. Ike and Jennifer Irozuru and Family

Ms. Chimdinma Chukwu and Family

Atty. Uzodinma Irozuru

        TRIBUTE TO A DEAR FRIEND AND BROTHER PHILIP MELARIRI  ANYIAM

Sir Philip Melariri Ayiam's journey through this earthly life has concluded, he has returned into the eternal embrace of God. As a way for all mortals, Sir Philip Anyiam has returned from this earth to eternal embrace of our Loving God kingdom of heavenly peace, rest, and eternal glory that God has prepared for us.  Though we mourn his absence, let us find comfort in knowing that he is now at peace in God's presence where there is no suffering or pain.

Sir Philip M. Anyiam was a one of the early pillars in our growing community here in Dallas as well as our Church Community at St Josephs very involved and welcoming to the new commers. He was and has been a beacon of faith at many times challenged, in the carrying of the cross given to him, kind and very appreciative and kind to all who know him. He was prayerful and cheerful and loved our traditional local Church songs we learned and sang back home. His company was edifying, facial contact a deep appreciation and identification of each others presence, that resonated in his bountiful song of sincere heart "Thank you, Thank You , Thank You" that echoes from his mouth with a strong held hand shake that replenishes each others soul.

Sir Philip Anyiam was also one of the early pillars of Nigerian  and Igbo Community here in Dallas. He was one those early Igbo / Nigerian entrepreneurs to start up business to create economic opportunity our community relate and identify with. His store was communal as he was very welcoming. Very communal as he was, even as homebound he never forgets to ask how is our community doing. Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam , "bu onye igbo, n'adighi echefu ijukwa mgbe nile, kedu ka unu mere"

Sir Philip Melariri Anyiam my friend and brother in Christ of fond memories is gone to be with our Creator who loves him more, he never be forgotten. The prayers shared, look into each other face, the strong hand held shake and of course  the many thank you, thank you, will as greatly appreciated as always be remembered. God be with You, remain blessed, and rest in  the bosom of Our Good Loving God.

  Chukwuemeka &  Irene Okonkwo

FAREWELL DEE PHIL!!!!

As you depart from us; my family and I are thankful to God for giving us the opportunity of knowing you and your lovely family. Your generosity and kindness towards my children and I when they were very young will never be forgotten. You would always ask about the welfare of my children up until the time it became difficult for you to express that thought verbally but I could still read it from your facial expression. The gentle smile and welcoming manner you showed towards my children and I helped to build a lasting friendship between our families as such that the children see each other as cousins and ensure a lasting relationship among them.

You have fought a long battle; your family and many of us; your friends prayed for miracle of healing from the Savior Jesus Christ and sadly that didn’t happen. Although we cannot question God’s intentions but I know that your memory lives in our hearts forever. It’s my prayer that God will give your family; my strong sister Comfort and the children who cared for you relentlessly, the strength, comfort and courage to endure your absence as you will be dearly missed.

May God grant you a Special Place in His Kingdom. Rest Peacefully Dee Phil.

From Mary Chibundu.