Dear T, I remembered when you told me you were just a messanger when ever I wondered what manner of man you were, at 17, I was enslaved with traditional and africanized mentality, totally blind to the modern day world, I was mentally and physically a slave to my own self. I could not even express myself neither could I write well, staying in a foreign land without a family, all my dreams were shattered, do I even have one by then?
And then you showed up, meeting you 2017 at the vegan resto where you stayed then was the beginning of my liberation, with many youths in the room planning a hunger project (called "feed yourself when you are hungry") aiming to plant coconuts that would be used to produce oil and food, and employment for youths in our group. I sat across opposite from you, looking at this tall and brilliant guy with an accent he seemed to know everything about anything, after lamenting on my interest on computers you chose me out of many youths, you commended on how well I spoke and gave me a high five, you even grew more interest in me when you found out I was an Adventist, you told me about mzungu and many histories about Adventist Churches around the globe, you were mad when you found out there were no Adventist colleges here and the some major west African countries.
Since then you started bringing out the best in me, teaching and coaching me till I successfully escaped teenage hood you were my every support, my anchor in life's ocean you shared your knowledge which my so weak IQ could not absorb faster, but you were still patient, you never gave up on me you believed I could make it if I just focus. when you introduced coding to me, I almost cry when I could not figure it out during the first week. well, I actually thought I would never be able to, but you picked me right back up when ever I stubbled you believed these skills would make me independent of any African man that would want to enslave me and turn me into a baby making machine, I was slow at learning very slow even my own school teachers would have given up on me, but not you Trevor.
You loved me and cared so much even to the food I ate and the air that I breathe, you believed Africa is gonna slow me down you told me to do my best and get out learn and earn and reach out to other girls that might be going through the same, so I could bring food and warmth to those hungry, cold, and homeless kids back home, you always told me that you helped people because you want them to reach back to others, you always had a smile on your face and the tone of your voice always brings peace to everyone that heard you speaks.
You motivated my mom back home in Sierra Leone to get back to college.
You saved the life of my uncle that was having health issues and was at the peak of getting blind, you suggested remedies that worked in a situation where doctors have done their best, and guess what? Mom still brags about you as the best doc that ever lived.
You are my Hero today and forever, I would make sure my generations to come would know about you and all the Good works you have done.
And I promise I would do my best to get out of here as you told me to, and be that strong independent woman you wanted I would be like Joyce, Jessica, and bill that you always wanted me to work with, you're gone but you've left a legacy that I would continue in your name it would not be wiped out of Africa you would be part of our history.
The memories we had, the long writes up that you always wrote and told me "read it again Aminata" I have learnt a whole lot from you and I guess it all I needed to get myself together reach out and get to higher heights since you're not with me anymore though you promised me you would never leave me
I pray the that the Lord hasten thy rapture so I could see you soon, I'm 220% sure you would be with us in heaven
Sleep T till we meet again
I love you Trevor ❤️we all do
Besos