"It's alright." - JoeJoe
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I have struggled these past weeks to get out from under the gray cloak that wrapped itself tightly around me when I heard my brother and friend had passed. To be honest, I am still struggling partly because two lamps that I have always thought of in the present have been extinguished.
Three days before, we spoke for nearly two hours on Tuesday evening - joking, laughing, reminiscing, planning ahead and strangely, reflecting on God's mercy, grace and favour in our lives. As always with Joe, it was an intimate conversation because his openness and vulnerability disarmed you. Joe had no walls, no guards, no moats to protect his big heart from hurt; he had no guile, no pretentiousness, no sophistry, no forked tongue to guard his ego; he had no qualms, no reservations, no subtlety to blunt his forthrightness. My brother was who he was without apologies, or even the awareness of needing any in the first place.
Joe had a transparent big love without the burden of self-consciousness to want to disguise it. He loved his mother, his siblings, his wife and children, his aunts, uncles and cousins, his nephews and nieces, his friends and their families. He was everyone's guy, the one who would if he could no matter what mountain needed to be climbed or river to be crossed.
I watched him grow as the little brother who didn't seem to know how to lie, to the man who shouldered his burdens and asked others to pass theirs to him also. I walked alongside him as a student in Nsukka and later through his first jobs and eventually, onto the career path in the power sector where his natural brilliance shown like never before. Together we wandered off into ventures from farming bananas to exploring food retail, to green energy and even at some point, armour plated vehicles. We dreamt of big and small things, we argued endlessly and built a bond that needed no affirmation.
He fought his own fights and felt obliged in fairness to do so for others. Joe was always the one to step up and forward especially when what lay ahead was uncertain and threatening. Some would say he had a foolish courage but I think he was just binary in the way that the galant and chivalrous are in acting on the basis of right and wrong without the artifice of the more nuanced. If he had lived in King Arthur's time, Joe would have undeniably been a knight.
I loved my brother, Joe and I know he loved me without reservation. I wasn't always right by him but he had that special and rare grace to embrace me anyway. He loved my family in the same way and Uncle Joe was their guy too.
"It's alright", he would say whenever a point he initially disagreed with became clear. Two simple words that powerfully express a graciousness that is so rare because they can only be said with sincerity by a heart that is not hardened by life's vicissitudes, or weighed down by a vanity that consumes. I will hold on to those words, my brother, my friend and trust God that it is indeed alright to go on. Thank you for everything and may God receive you in the spirit in which you gave us all a part of you.