I can remember the first time I met you; you had recently moved back from Lagos to rejoin us in Alama Private School. You wore a bright yellow shirt and shorts that was slightly above your knees and I said to myself who is this chubby looking boy trying to outshine the sun. Before the end of the day, we were up to mischief only both of us could account for and I knew at that moment I had found a partner in crime. We terrorized our way through primary school till we got to an environment much bigger than us. I'm talking about secondary school where we met our match and people above our league. We had to find a way to cope in this jungle and if you remember properly, we created a language only both of us understood in JSS1.
Guy, between you and me, you know say we know say that language na legit based on statistics. It saved us from the likes of ...(I won't mention names). I can remember when seniors would take us to different rooms to interrogate us and call us scam just because our language was a mystery to them and we were always in sync. What they didn't know was that we shared a covalent bond.
I can also remember when BHS newly built the boys borehole and you took your big head to boldly sign on the fresh cement. I believe you got some good whooping for that act but little did they know that you were only speaking into the future as your signature read MAJOR SNAZ was here. You were the only one that chose a different career path and that says a lot about you. You don't follow the crowd because to know exactly your path and I respect you for that. Let's not forget our Junior Achievement days in BHS, guyyyyyyyy, we moved mountains, we were legends.
Fast forward to your NDA days and your flight school in South Africa, I began to notice that my mischievous friend was no more as he has evolved to a fine gentleman who cared for people, loved God and was passionate about mission projects. I can remember visiting Abuja few years ago and you took me for night vigil (omor, e burst my head oh!) SOGODO! I just dey vex internally you just dey praise God. I steal your car key go sleep you come dey wake me up.... Dapiyo my man, LIFE NO BALANCE. Just last year, you introduced me to a missionary organisation that you supported monthly and in my mind I said Piyo has come again. I guess I would have to take up that responsibility now that you are gone.
We may have lost you physically but one thing I am certain is the memories of you will never be forgotten.
I love you man; long live Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo.
One love.
Ugonna Achebe
I can remember the first time I met you; you had recently moved back from Lagos to rejoin us in Alama Private School. You wore a bright yellow shirt and shorts that was slightly above your knees and I said to myself who is this chubby looking boy trying to outshine the sun. Before the end of the day, we were up to mischief only both of us could account for and I knew at that moment I had found a partner in crime. We terrorized our way through primary school till we got to an environment much bigger than us. I'm talking about secondary school where we met our match and people above our league. We had to find a way to cope in this jungle and if you remember properly, we created a language only both of us understood in JSS1.
Guy, between you and me, you know say we know say that language na legit based on statistics. It saved us from the likes of ...(I won't mention names). I can remember when seniors would take us to different rooms to interrogate us and call us scam just because our language was a mystery to them and we were always in sync. What they didn't know was that we shared a covalent bond.
I can also remember when BHS newly built the boys borehole and you took your big head to boldly sign on the fresh cement. I believe you got some good whooping for that act but little did they know that you were only speaking into the future as your signature read MAJOR SNAZ was here. You were the only one that chose a different career path and that says a lot about you. You don't follow the crowd because to know exactly your path and I respect you for that. Let's not forget our Junior Achievement days in BHS, guyyyyyyyy, we moved mountains, we were legends.
Fast forward to your NDA days and your flight school in South Africa, I began to notice that my mischievous friend was no more as he has evolved to a fine gentleman who cared for people, loved God and was passionate about mission projects. I can remember visiting Abuja few years ago and you took me for night vigil (omor, e burst my head oh!) SOGODO! I just dey vex internally you just dey praise God. I steal your car key go sleep you come dey wake me up.... Dapiyo my man, LIFE NO BALANCE. Just last year, you introduced me to a missionary organisation that you supported monthly and in my mind I said Piyo has come again. I guess I would have to take up that responsibility now that you are gone.
We may have lost you physically but one thing I am certain is the memories of you will never be forgotten.
I love you man; long live Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo.
One love.
Ugonna Achebe
