EACH time you observed that I’m emotionally down, through my posts sometimes, you came to my inbox or called to say, “Fretless, what is the problem?”
You looked after me like a father. You gave me succour each time I needed it. In fact, my hands are shaking and my brain addle as I really don’t know what to write about a wonderful soul like you. You were that one in a million man who didn’t discriminate. How could I have known that your dance to my songs that day at the Okafors’ wedding in Agbor, was going to be the last?
“Oh…Uncle T as we fondly call you, why embark on this journey now? Hmmmm…. Ok o, as a peaceful man that you were, I know your soul will surely rest peacefully in the bosom of our Lord. Adieu Sir!