Dear Victor,
I have been looking and searching for you since we left the NYSC camp at Uyo, Akwa Ibom State, since 1987, where you taught me a bit of Hausa language, looked after me like a brother and drafted me into the football team. I just dug up an old photo album and saw the few pictures we took together and did another web search for news about you, and found this page. I had to match the photos and then match your biography, hoping it wasnt my friend. Oh, Lord! What could have happened to this nice man? May the Good Lord rest your soul, Victor.