January 24, 2012
January 24, 2012
Opu Bro, your demise was sore. The very fabric of Igolima house it tore hopes diminished into memories for the first time in Lagos, i saw you disembark from dad's dug-out canoe for the last time in Bonny, with promise that you will back, but sadly that promises will not be kept, God willing never slack if I could turn back the hands of time. Sepiribo Amachree