Rest on bro

Oso, Oso Oso, each time i think about you since u passed, a picture of you brings smiles to.

i still do feel your presence around and yet just to know you are gone. You are a man, not were a man cuz ur mark u placed in my life is unmovable, unforgettable, the scare remains a good one too.This scare is a bright one made by you. U brought too many good things to lives. For me I c this event as a promotion to God himself  as a  paid for all good things you have done.

Enjoy the peace of God!

My brother and my friend. I remember when we played soccer together,playing in the defence and Lorenzo stricking,we always told each other to watch our backs. Here now and then you're gone. With no one for me to say those words to am left alone. I know you're resting well now brother,i'll still watch your back. Rest in peace Old Skool.......

On that faithful day of May 13, 1980 birth to mother earth and humanity a boy with a humble begining, one that we all maybe one way or the other havehad the opportunity to faced-some give up, some give in, while others like  a soldier General Oso struggle on. I remembered how many days even without he spoke with positivity, looked into the future with great dreams and aspiration, refusing to  back down and give up on life and its challenges. There were times he would say Eugene big bro, we got to take over some day, least did I know his taking over meant good bye to a life of great prospect and positive realization and dream short lived.

He was a friend you could count on, We had our disagreement like all normal beings, but he wont allow you stay angry with him for too long. He was socially active sharing in everyones joy as well as a companion in sorrow. He smiles without a humor an laugh to even a joke unfunny. He balance life with priority on his scale of preferences. He knew his limits and understood when he was hurting a friend. Never difficult to let out a sincere apology nor hold a thing or two when he felt offended.

With all these passing moments, he grew to be a man, achieving some of his childhood dreams and aspirations, a soldier he was and like a soldier  he departed... not wanting to offend any, nor be a burden to many, a liability he refuse to be with limited opportunities, even in death he chose to leave us, many, friends and foes alike with a story to tell, a memory to cheerish and  a life to emulate.

Oso You were really a soldier, a true general. To us who you got closest to whilst stay grooming into the man you became, we say, you left us a task and a thought. I will learn a valuable lesson from this event knowing that it doesnt matter how long but how well we sojourn in this life.Thanks for the journey small brother and sleep well.

RIP-

Oso, Ross, Rossi, ORP, small pelham

Sleep on my brother and dnt forget to advocate on our behalf, till we meet again

Farewell, Farewell Farewell

MY MAN AND I HAD SAME NAME PRONOUNCIATION, SOMETIMES PEOPLE CALLED HIM OSEL N LIKEWISE ME. SO THERES A DAY D FAMILY HEARD THAT I HAD ANOTHER PREGNANT WOMAN; SHE GOT SO PISSED N I SAID NO!! ITS NOT ME IT COULD BE OSO. LOL . SO, I CALLED HIS NUMBER BUT HE WAS IN GHANA I EXPLAINED THE SITUATION AND HE WAS LIKE DOWN TO THE FLOOR AND HE SAID, "MY BROTHER, BE THERE FOR ME THIS TIME; REMEMBERED I WAS THERE FOR YOU SOMETIMES?" AND WE LAUGH AND THAT WAS IT. I MISSED HIM SO........... MUCH. THIS MORNING, I WAS CALLED TO VERIFIED THAT IT WASNT ME, BECAUSE ITS LIKE OSO OR OSEL? NOW YOU'VE LEFT, I MISSED YOU. I LOVE YOU MY BROTHER BUT JESUS LOVES YOU THE BEST. REST IN PEACE.