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Why I mourn Saint Obi

 Why I mourn Saint Obi

By Rose Peter – Graham

I am mourning my dear friend, Saint Obi. I am so sad. This existence…most appealing God! Optimistic, most appealing God can unravel this mystery referred to as existence.

After I lost any individual so end to me… I change into incoherent. I disassociate myself from all individuals else earlier than I’m in a position to even yelp healing. After I became single, such measures labored, but now that I shriek with over 50 of us a day, I am moral so overwhelmed.

I don’t possess the powers to know when any individual will die, but there is a few power that incessantly pushes me to place a call by when my traffic are going by rough patches.

A pair of months ago, I referred to as a colleague of mine to kindly attend me with Saint’s number. He requested why I wished it and why I didn’t possess it. I knowledgeable him the fact. He promised to ship it but he never did. He performed God. I still wonder why that on the total is a big deal, sparkling we’re all allotment of a ingenious family despite the indisputable truth that I stay and work in London now. Worse still, I recall his elder brother, who’s also in the industry, reacted the identical advance a pair of years ago. I became tempted to wonder why they made a colleague and friend’s number this sort of coded affair, so shrouded in secrecy.

Then again, I moral left it to what I became joyful of became their hidden misogynistic trends.

Now, with the earnings of hindsight, I if truth be told feel I shouldn’t blame any of them for no longer passing the number to me. I blame myself for no longer attempting more difficult to achieve my friend, a friendship I cherished.

In our restricted time on this earth, we seem like forgetting loads. Most of us deem we are in a position to dwell incessantly. And we moral continue on the excessive advance of existence. And most instances, we don’t imprint that the picks we make, in particular in Marriages, could maybe Make or Spoil Us. I know traffic who possess lost their lives so young this ability that of the vogue of partners they selected. Each ladies and men folk. The brilliant ones were in a position to flee with their lives intact.

I don’t know what Saint’s final days were tackle, but I manufacture consider him in his excessive flying days searching tackle some Gladiator in extinct Rome, ready to bring the arena down. I uncover you one thing, if Saint Obi became in The united states, tackle I incessantly voice to him then, Brad Pitt will haven’t got the rest on him.

I consider giving him this sort of extraordinary introduction at some stage in an event I MCed at The Collisium in Opebi , Ikeja, Lagos, at some stage in some enormous event the industry had in those days. I’m in a position to still plot the imprint on his face. Saint became in shock… and he had that boyish smile playing on his face tackle an accomplished lieutenant.

After his active days as an actor in Nollywood, Saint desired to manufacture initiatives of his bear. He became so hooked in to it and knowledgeable me he became pitching it to GlobaCom and reaching out to the Chairman, Mr Mike Adenuga. Saint became if truth be told pondering about this project. He confirmed me graphics representation of where Globalcom’s adverts shall be inserted .

I became observing for to plot this project take off, but nothing occurred. I requested him relating to the event, and Saint knowledgeable me that he became hopeful that they could well plot the essence of being allotment of the project. Sadly, for some motive, the project never took off. Then, I observed the identical Globalcom visibility in Kunle Afolayan’s initiatives. And I couldn’t attend but wonder what limitations Kunle became in a position to surmount that Saint Obi sadly couldn’t .

Effectively, I came to the UK after marriage… and moral earlier than i lost my phone then, I referred to as Saint, one in every of those ordinary days. It became moral to voice hiya. He became joyful to listen to from me. Gentle talking relating to the project, he said, ” Rose, there is loads we must the least bit times focus on about . I responded, ” Broad, why no longer?”

It became a temporary call. He said he desired to trot off. I said, “It became wonderful.”

I regarded ahead to reigniting the dialog in the instantaneous future. But that became no longer to be.

That became the final time I spoke to my very dear friend.

My Hulk of a pal! Sturdy, Perfect with Horny Personality. Now I focus on about improbable Saint in past tenses. What a existence! What a loss! What a tragedy! It’s tackle a calm mystery, but after discovering out a rare, noteworthy narrative by my equally superior friend, Zik Zulu, I realise the onerous fact, that my friend, the mountainous actor, supreme gentleman, the Nigerian Saint has long past to be a half of the Saints in heaven.

Leisure on, Saint Obi.

Your dear friend,

Rose Peter Graham

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