Memories of late Hassan Kangiwa: A tribute

I accepted when I remembered what the Qur’an says: “Every soul shall taste death.” It is easy to think of others having to keep this appointment with death, but difficult for us to remember that we too must keep same appointment. Death is appointed for all and the question of its occurrence is merely a […]

I accepted when I remembered what the Qur’an says: “Every soul shall taste death.” It is easy to think of others having to keep this appointment with death, but difficult for us to remember that we too must keep same appointment.
Death is appointed for all and the question of its occurrence is merely a matter of time. As I was thinking about writing this, I thought. How can I say a few words that do justice to all of the years of love and strength that he gave everyone whose lives he touched? I hope that the real tribute to Hassan Kangiwa will be the actions of our lives, that we are a testament to the love and lessons that he instilled in everyone.
Late Kangiwa was important to many, and more so to his family. With 59 years under his belt, his mind was still as sharp as a razor, even if his body was budging. That’s the best way I can describe him. His joy was chiefly in seeing his children settled down with their own families. He was also an extremely refined and educated gentleman who earned the respect of people around him. His influence, advice and friendship were sought by many.
So what is the secret of late Kangiwa when it comes to dealing with people? It’s been said by others that he could talk to someone and be able to read that person like a book from cover-to-cover almost immediately. And they’re right. I’ve seen the charismatic effect he has on each person he comes in contact with. And he treated everyone the same way – whether that person was ‘important’ or not. He gave each person his unwavering attention, without saying much, unless the other person asks advice.
How can anyone not be disarmed by someone like that? And what else is so unique about Hassan Kangiwa is the way he lived his life, along with his twin brother, plain and simple. I have some very fond memories of him: The first time I saw him, I couldn’t tell him apart from his twin brother. His mind is sharp and his heart full of love for all.
Kangiwa was a communicator and he handed out advice in ways that made sure it stayed with the recipients at all times, in language and phrases that make it easy for everyone to recall. An exceptional Immigrations officer, he was hardworking and vibrant. I could go on, but I’d require endless space. I can quite easily write a book on the late, great man as he was one of a kind.
Late Kangiwa was anxious to share his faith and his home. He was a caring, generous, and loving person and knowing him has been an honour. I pray to God to give his family the fortitude to accept things they cannot change and wisdom to change the ones they can, and knowledge to know the difference. We love him, but God loves you best. Rest in perfect peace until we meet to part no more. Allah ya jikansa da rahma.
Argungu wrote in from Argungu, Kebbi State.