i cant tell of our relationship when i was really little... but you remember when we used to play in the compound at Okilo road, we went to school together, you usually came back to take me home...we spent so many afternoons together at home cos momma had to be at the office.... i had no friends, but i was so comfortable and happy... i had you, i had momma, i had Dumo(family)...the world was complete... we played in the sand, told funny tales under the night sky... you were my favorite comedian.. you knew the world at large cos you helped me with my assignments... i loved whatever you did...(perfect being) you helped financially, morally and otherwise....with you around momma felt secured... although i was little, i watched you grow, grow from a boy who drew outside the house with his drawing board on his laps wearing just shorts and BYC vest, to a man, a CEO..(my architect, my mentor). i worshipped the ground you stepped on... i began calling you dad (never to your face though) .. whenever you came to SASCOL to take me home, il say to my friends, my dad is here, gotta go till date i still claim we look alike and do things in a similar way (truth is, ive been working hard to be like you, make you proud of me) i know your broke times, i also know when theres cash for us to share... at many points, youve had divided attention, weve all survived it, including office work.... mummy misses you, Dumo misses you, i swear, i miss you most...... growing up isnt fun... i remember i once changed my name so it could sound like yours... it seems like the more successful we become, the gap between us increases... you have to stand on your own now, gotta own your own family....please, do not make me a secondary...because for ever and ever, to the moon and back , il rate you number one....my family is number one, you are my family.... i wish you the very best.il be here for you, I l
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 05:04:51 +0000
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