I know our shared dream was to own our own homes in old Ikoyi. Bro, we said our own homes not our own tombs. So you are saying i have to strike that off our list of things we shared in common?
I recall today with fondness all of the other things we had in common. How we shared the fight to jump start a new generation of music entertainers, when only a handful of us believed in the movement and not even the corporate world saw what we did.
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How we shared high fives in celebrating milestones as we watched it grow. How we would be amazed at how ungrateful many an artiste had become.
We shared the hopes and plan to someday be free of the gripping fist of this merciless illness.
They said all that can at best just be a memory as I cannot call you anymore to trade war tales about our fight to stay alive and the fight to keep our marks on the entertainment industry indelible.
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They say that I would see you for the last time in a few minutes for you are dead.
I am sorry bro that I fight NOT to have this too in common with you God does it hurt to watch you go. The shock won’t let me cry.
You need to run I know. I would settle in now fully in asking Life’s Owner to remember his son in paradise.
It’s such a helpless feeling bro but I am consoled in the fact that your gentle, calm soul was not an act and that those who felt your impact, be it remotely or directly are literally in their millions.
What more does one need to be called great? Goodnight the great OJB Jezreel. No Fields Found.
