Most people believe that Hellen DB Zang, the widow of the late Wazirin Jos, Give it Da DB Zang is a foreigner that the man puts somewhere abroad during one of his business or pleasure trips. News Tower magazine was privileged to hear from the beautiful mother of five exactly who she is. He was born in the Foron of Barkin Ladi Local Government Area. His father was a mining engineer from England and worked with the Foron Extended arm of Bisichi Mines. His mother was a Shua Borno state Arab. Beromland has never been strange to him. She is, therefore, a Nigerian through and through.
The brotherhood of the mining workers was the bond that sparked the friendship between his father and the most prominent man in Berom. When he first met DB Zang, he was about five years old. They did not meet until after a long period of about fifteen years when she was already a woman. His memory of that encounter is still fresh in his mind. It was Good Friday at Standard Bank now First Bank. His family had just returned from England and Gives DB Zang was aware of that. The family companionship continued and two years later he proposed to her. That was it.
Mama Hellen was partly a student at Jos St. Lukes Elementary School and St. Lois Shendam Elementary School, where they were transferred and which at the time was known as the Lowlands. From there he went to St. Lois College Bompai, Kano. A few days after completing her West African School Certificate Exam in 1967, she became Ms. DB Zang.
It comes from an enviable family environment and birds of the same type must inevitably belong to the same colony. The conversation that lasted about twenty-five minutes painted a photo of a woman who considers herself married to a man who was, in the real sense, a true salt of the earth. When her husband finally lost his battle with cancer, her body was placed in the morgue and it was time to go home and break the sad news to family and friends, her son James Kim, who came to pick her up, thanked her for her patience. to stay. his bedside during the nearly two years that man’s battle against disease lasted. For a moment he understood that Kim was still ignorant of the fact that it is a duty that every loving wife owes her husband and that she is supposed to carry out with pride. In her own case, she also considers herself fortunate to have been by the sickbed of one of the most worthy, honored, and revered human beings. She never complained or showed any signs of tiredness during the entire period.
The lady says that much has been written about the virtues of her spouse since he passed away, but that those comments have not been neglected and never will be. She believes that such human beings are rare and that certain people can replicate aspects of their nobility, but that it will be difficult to find a person who combines all these qualities. People come to her and emphasize the need for at least one of her children to live her extraordinary kind of life, but she knows that it will not be possible because she believes that her husband was some kind of angel sent to help those in need. That is why she believes that he lived to be an octogenarian to enable him to fully fulfill his primary mission on earth.
People still have a hard time accepting the reality of their transition. Whenever they have problems, they still come to the house and walk to the bottom of the stairs. Then all of a sudden they will stop as if something has hit them. After a while, they will go upstairs and into the living room and cry. Such an expression of deep love, according to Mom, shows that the pain of her absence transcends the boundaries of her family, but the immediate community and nation she worked for to serve as an individual. Her husband helped the homeless even on his sickbed in England through phone calls and as such they had every reason to be so saddened by his sudden departure.
Ms. Zang also spoke about one of the most unique qualities of her late husband, the fact that he was a man with astonishing meekness. In the more than forty years of their marriage, she had never seen a raging Give it. Rather, he will be the one to apologize to his attacker. This was a mark of his humility despite his high status. He was a man of unparalleled good sense who was able to manage his wealth by refusing to let wealth control him. “We were blessed and we could have built one of the most glamorous castles in the heart of the city and moved in, but he chose to stay in his ancestral home in Gyel Jos South for his entire life,” she says.
The lady also corroborated the image of a detribalized Nigerian with whom he was held among Muslims despite his Christian religious background. For many years, her husband bought traditional Hausa clothing, which he shared with his Muslim friends during the Sallah festivals. He often bought thirty to forty with Zanna bukar caps commissioned from the state of Borno. He was a man who walked through unequaled religious barriers as if they had never existed.
Therefore, Dalo DB Zang was an epitome of the wonder of Almighty God and the lady considers herself lucky to have spent her life with him as a husband. Hence, she played her role as a wife without compromise. Since she married him, she never let him enter the market simply for the sake of buying something for himself even once. It was his responsibility to go to the market, buy the fabrics and send for the tailors and he was up to it.
His epitaph should have read, “DBZang (1927-2008): the man who came to this world and lived for others.” Extraordinary men like her husband are rarely born into this world. Women who spend their lives with men like this are among the luckiest. Possession of a rare gem inevitably makes you unique. This is apparently Mama Hellen DB Zang’s message.