How are you my friend?

 

This is me reaching out to every of my friends from day one, watch this space... It will get to your turn. (Photo credit: Fred)

I had Johnny Drille’s “how are you, my friend” on repeat on my way to work this morning and it kinda hits differently. Memories of one or two friends I never thought I’d go a day without talking to, life is rude.

Those days of video games and crayfish waka; neighborhood drive, first attempt at driving, and real introductions to romantic interests in girls. I will try as best as I can to avoid mentioning names but if you’re reading this today, I remember you and I am thinking about you.

How are you, my friend? We ran into lots of troubles, I remember how I always took the blame because I liked to protect the clan, I still do that shit and I’m paying for it big time. I miss you and our escapades, whenever you see this, make the three-finger sign… You’re in my thoughts.

Back then in the church, it was a great start to life. I had my fair share of controversy with you, while I totally believe you were largely misunderstood, I take full responsibility for everything I did and wouldn’t attribute any to you, I was fifteen I guess, I knew my right from wrong and it was all on me.

Well, it was a crazy time. I was almost confused, but I was able to make the best decision when it mattered; thank goodness that we moved and we were separated, I was helped a great deal by that, and the rest is history. I miss you my friend and I hope you’re doing well.

Straight up to the next chapter, same separation took me away from the first girl and then I had to want another. Year one in the university, long hair then but now I’m bald… I miss you girl, you made school interesting, you were a big risk, but I had to live my name… Rambo.

First time I knew I was living dangerously, I left the buttery after Arsenal’s win, it was drizzling, and I couldn’t get a bike. Two boys walked up to me and told me never to talk to you again. I knew about the madness in town, I was calm; you came around same night to offer solidarity, I will never forget that night.

I saw you in one of the EndSars images recently, always knew you’d end up as an activist. Happy you’re married and living your best life. Those things we talked about ring in my head as I write this, how are you, my friend? I am thinking about you and hoping you’re doing well.

I can’t say the same as Johnny and Jazzy. The money don show but it’s not enough to call King Sunny Ade yet, we can still ball within our means, but can I remind you how much value you added to my childhood? One post can’t do it… I guess we go again tomorrow. I’m going home.