Bashir, apart from our life together in Isolo we also share a friendship or brotherhood together in Mushin, in a one room house. A house left by one of our good friend’s mother for the boys, Mr. Morakinyo. It was a time that the boys were able to be boys, and sharing closeness in those days, eating together, all sleeping in that one room,  not talking about how to get the next meal but we did share and lookout for each other. Above all, we go to our classes to make sure our education was on track. Thanks for the memory my friend. Farewell my good friend