Dipo & Nkiru, it's almost 10 years now and it seems just like yesterday when I called your office to find out why I was not getting thru to you and Nkiru as I had an appointment with Nkiru that faithful Monday and I received the rude shock.  The good ones don't last.

We worked together at PWC, You met Nkiru at PWC, I also met and married your friend and colleague Adesina in PWC, that union is blessed with 6 wonderful kids.
You are forever missed, and I always remember to say a prayer for your 3 children. May they fulfil their destiny.  May God continue to watch over them.

I have so many great memories of my brother, like how I was always the first to meet all his girlfriends including Aunty Nky or like how he always gave me money every time I needed it, or how he stopped me from hugging him when he came home from UniPort Harcourt with chicken pox (he yelled STOP from a distance as I ran towards him), but the memory I’m gonna write about happened when I was in JS1 in 1993. I had come home from FGGC Sagamu for an eye exam, and my mum took me to the opticians at Lapal House in  Lagos Island, it was while I was at the opticians that a riot broke out in Lagos Island.  My Brother, Zeze,  had taken the car out after he dropped my mum and I,  but he could not come back to pick us because of the riot. Infact, there were no taxis or public transport anywhere, so my mum and I walked over to where Bro Dipo was working at Tinubu. He was then at Pricewaterhouse but was auditing somewhere on the Island, so we went over to join him there.  Anyway, we found out that the office he was working from was closing because of the riot so we could all go home together.  My mum, my brother and I set off from Lagos Island looking for a bus to get us home because we were going all the way to Agbara Estate. I remember so well that we walked all the way from Lagos Island passing through Eko Bridge, by the time we got to National Theatre, I was tired of walking, and we had no idea where we would get any form of transportation.  So guess what, Bro Dipo put me on his back and kept walking, he carried me like that all the way to Orile in his shirt and tie while my mum walked behind us. It was at Orile that we finally got a bus.  Yesss, my brother was my SUPERMAN.