Churchill and I shared alot in common. From our days as clowns in Red Squadron, way back 1981. He was a source of joy, inspiration and at thesame time, a pain in the ass. As most of the general putty we served were orchestrated by Churchill. Annoyingly, at most times, it was He who got let off before most of us that were co-opted. I was a fan, an unwavering fan of His shows which he and Solomon Fynecontry hosted to bring a comic relief to the unending stress and 'jobs' metted on us by the 80 set. Those were glory days! In all of it, we forged a bond that was iseparable. We shared books, writing materials, comics; yes we bought things in twos when we had the oppurtunity to send Cpl. Emaikwu or Zakari to town. Then He had to leave AFMS sometime in 1984 or thereabout. It was quite a touching seperation.
But as fate would have it, our path crossed again. This time in Onitsha. Anambra State. I had gone there for the mandatory National Youth Service. Churchill was already a staff with Allstates bank. I had gone there in company of a Youth Corper friend of mine who was posted there and there was 'Okondo Okpako' on the cash and teller cubicle. He beached protocols, walked out, abandoning obviously angry customers and came round to meet me at the customer area. We chatted away for I dont know how long. All I remember is that, most of the customers waiting for him had to be diverted to other counters. That night, that very night, I slept in his house at Nkpor. He was then single, but had a live in girlfriend who could pass for a wife. They made me a member of thier home. On weekends, when they are off to Enugu, they would hand over the house keys to me and as a bloody corper, I made justice to the luxury. That luxury almost landed me a wife in Onitsha which I stayed for two and a half years instead of just the one year NYSC. We would go on some weekends together to Alvan Ikoku College of Education, Owerri or UNN at Nsukka or Enugu campus for gyrations accompanied attimes by his younger brother Harold. Both of them were 'woked drumitos' while I was a Chief.
In all of these, we never forgot the Lord. We would sit back sometimes and think about life within and beyond. His girlfriend then was a Christian to the core and supported not all that we did. I was told she passed on years ago.
I wish I could just keep on the little details, but, of what use? Whats important now is that, in all of this, Churchill found Christ. Not as a result of his failing health which led to a kidney transplant in India, but based on conviction and location. I heard his testimony at our reunion and we had a quite time, the two of us which has largely transformed my life today.
You will be forever missed but am full of praise for the God we serve, who has not made our labour of love for him to be in vain but saw us through every bad patch and picking you up to him at the most precious time. For those of us still tarrying, we can only keep pleading for Mercy even as we journey through this treacherous field. Making the best of the times even as we know, the days are evil.
Adieu, my friend and brother. Rest well with the Lord.