Uncle Dandeh as I've always called him was a perfect gentleman. No worries, no problem, no wahala. My stay in the Gambia was well worth it.
I remember when I started working at S. Madi's and the folks thought I was there as a "spy."
Our trips every morning to work, coming home, I'll find my way but he was always concerned. I remember my first pack of Piccadilly, we had our smoking days but he gave it up, unbelievably so.
He used to pick up a friend by Kanifing on our way to Banjul and one day, we were running late and this guy got upset. I told uncle Dandeh to leave him next time, but being the gentleman that he was, he continued to give him a ride. Our cricket days as I was the youngest on the team - Worcester. His wonderful sense of humour.
To date, I always repeat the words he told me when I was leaving for the States in 1978 and it still holds true today.
Glad we spent some time with the family in London in 2017 including my two grandkids and Akua, my daughter, his god-child.
May your gentle and perfect soul rest in peace, uncle Dandeh. We will miss you dearly.