After so many years, the memories of that famous night in Limbe with you, “JB”, Epie Ekundime, Babila Ignatius, and myself, Gabby Fai are so fresh and real so much that I still can hear the drunk voices of that early morning of that Sunday and that of your mother calling at the door. It was a Saker night, and you were the most outstanding of the group. A group that was made of boys, stretched out ...all over Buea; From Longstreet to Buea general hospital, to Bungo square and Sandpit, where the base was. Despite the emptiness of our pockets as students, you made every move we ever made possible, you were the financial backbone of the group, you galvanized us and brought us to places we never thought possible, without you. I remember how we fought over food whether at Longstreet, Buea hospital, Bungo square or sandpit, or even at any of our “poff poff” joints. We did good things, just as we did bad things, but if one thing there was we left in the hearts of those who knew or saw us always, was the “LOVE” that flourished within us not only as friends, but as brothers. I remember, “in tears” when one old woman asked us if we were all brothers at a “poff poff “ joint.
Schooling and the search for greener pasture brought a very huge fracture between us. You left for South Africa, not long ago, Epie followed you. A few months or so after, Babila left as well, but this time to Germany. Years after, I followed, but took the way to the States. Just as God always does it, we all began a planning to meet again in Buea for a replay of our past life. But how can this be possible, when you decide to live us the way you did? I sent Babila a message, he could not work when he got the news, he called me, and we could not even talk due to intermittent busts in cry, doubts and I lack words.
JB, you may be dead, but your memories live forever. You lived a life of a fighter, a galvanizer, an organizer, you saw great breakthroughs where there was doubt. Your footsteps would be emulated by so many. Thanks for the industrious spirits you planted in us. As brothers, we proudly say you will live in our hearts forever and we would raise a banner for you. The blue print of your legacy is everywhere.
Adieu JB. Gabby Fai.
Schooling and the search for greener pasture brought a very huge fracture between us. You left for South Africa, not long ago, Epie followed you. A few months or so after, Babila left as well, but this time to Germany. Years after, I followed, but took the way to the States. Just as God always does it, we all began a planning to meet again in Buea for a replay of our past life. But how can this be possible, when you decide to live us the way you did? I sent Babila a message, he could not work when he got the news, he called me, and we could not even talk due to intermittent busts in cry, doubts and I lack words.
JB, you may be dead, but your memories live forever. You lived a life of a fighter, a galvanizer, an organizer, you saw great breakthroughs where there was doubt. Your footsteps would be emulated by so many. Thanks for the industrious spirits you planted in us. As brothers, we proudly say you will live in our hearts forever and we would raise a banner for you. The blue print of your legacy is everywhere.
Adieu JB. Gabby Fai.
