I DREAMT OF RAPTURE! And Dauda Usman Jado was raptured! Dearest uncle DAVE, I called your line: you missed my call. I called again, the line was SWITCHED OFF. Dave have you been SWITCHED OFF? Are your batteries DRAINED? You always read my posts, Dave, even though you rarely commented: could you please comment on this one? DAVE: You know we slept on the same bed for many years. We played together in the village where we all grew up with Tevin, LL, Bobby, Monica, MC, KACHOLO, NO TASTE, YUSUF, TALA, etc.: we swam, we hunted for game, we went fishing, I wore your clothes because you were older...so much more. DAVE, remember? Can you read me now? You with whom we slept on the same bed, played, ate and did countless other things together now lie in endless silence...Where is the God that raised Lazarus from the grave? Will you raise DAVE for me, please? He will raise you up, Dave! I was your fathers favourite grandchild and therefore I was a son to you, yet you treated me like a friend. Your simplicity and love blurred the age difference between us. You now sleep alone, motionless! Can you tell me it is a tale, Dave? I met you two years ago at your wedding reception in Barnawa and since then we kept chatting once in a while on FB - now is it true, Dave, that you have breathed your last? O mortal Dave, we had plans for the future: did you envisage that they wouldnt materialize and so gave up? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why Dave? I am still in bed, friends, so I know someone would give me a call to say IT IS APRIL FOOD, Dave is alive - just do it and I wouldnt bother that this is August. Adieu Dave! Rest on good brother, friend and uncle! When the Saints march in tonight, may you be found in the number. God!
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 08:34:51 +0000
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