"Send your tributes bro, we have to go to press tomorrow...". Those were the words in Ruky's short message to me yesterday, which snapped me back to reality. Overwhelmed by a flood of memories of the times spent together, and confused as to which aspect to touch on, my fingers had failed me severally in a manner which I've never really experienced before, whenever I thought to prepare my tribute to my departed friend and brother, Igho.
I know Igho's principles and values too well not to write his tribute in sorrow and tears. Even as life drained out of him in the last couple of years, he never gave me reasons to fear for him. At times when I confronted him with my worst fears about the possible outcomes of his life's choices, which even though I would've rehearsed my arguments thoroughly before our many debating encounters, he almost always reassured me with his logical views.
I wouldn't betray you now Igho, but please pardon my frozen grief and these teary eyes of mine as it is really very confusing to me that I'm indeed penning my tribute to you afterall. Surely mine should count for nothing compared to the huge loss you have cost me with your early departure.
We instantly connected and remained tight in the very true sense of it, since that very first day we met in Port Harcourt over two decades ago, while leading his team of exploration geologists on an inspection tour of my facility for my service contract to Esso Exploration. His non judgemental disposition made it easy for the young and old to feel free and easy around him, which soon connected both our families and common friends into becoming one network of true friends and family which will endure to count as a lasting legacy in his memory.
I'm comforted with the fact that you had gotten really close to God during your final years on earth, and I know HE will not forsake you. We love you and you will be missed, but God loves you and needs you more. So rest in peace Ighoruemu Akpedeye, till we meet to part no more my bro. Amen.