Tribute To An Undying Friend Comments

One night I lay on my back, gazing at the old scruffy ceiling of my room. Only one thought kept pushing its way through my righteous mind: DEATH. What would happen if I didn’t wake up from this odyssey of sleep I was about to embark on? Would I be in Nirvana with God or rot hell with the Devil? Would I meet loved ones like Bilkisu, Michael Jackson, Kessienasce or even our beloved president, Yar’dua? I watched these questions sailed away unanswered.

I woke up this morning with an achy thought of you. I looked for you in the photographs but you weren’t there. Then I walked to the faculty, I saw the imprints of you on the people you touched. I felt your ever refreshing fossilized presence on their faces, remembering the good old days that wrapped us together; the sadness and the happiness, ups and downs, your naggingness and your crude jokes…
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