Da Piyo!! My guy!! As I went back memory lane, I remembered that free kick you scored when I was the goalie in Js3, I think it was the A and B football match. It was probably that moment that I knew my football career was over, but again I still think I made a damn good wall in preparation. The truth is that whatever/whoever you loved, the love could never be hidden. That was always brave to me. Many of us were still young punks trying to figure life out (to be honest, I still am) but you always knew who you were. Always true to yourself.
When it came to anything fun and you were among, I always knew it would be something worth it. Your songs during prayer meetings in high school, the special numbers. You were never shy, never too embarrassed to be yourself, to have fun and share moments.
Even after we graduated, when I saw your in all the military uniforms, I thought “Da Piyo!! Major!!” There was this comfort knowing that somebody I knew was living their dream.
And now at this crossroad and transition in my life, your death as painful as it is has still taught me volumes. The testimonies, the memories, the passion, has just been a great revelation to me. As sad as it is that I may never experience the greatness you became, or known the man whose shoes I know I can never walk in, I will always love and respect the brother I knew from high school, the brave soldier that dared paths which many fled , the brave man that dreamed and lived his dreams and the lover that loved and touched so many in such little time.
No doubt! The world have lost a light but the lights you’ve lit in our hearts will continue to burn and we shall share the light.
One last salute to you!! Major!
Man so good, they named him twice!!
Da Piyo!! My guy!! As I went back memory lane, I remembered that free kick you scored when I was the goalie in Js3, I think it was the A and B football match. It was probably that moment that I knew my football career was over, but again I still think I made a damn good wall in preparation. The truth is that whatever/whoever you loved, the love could never be hidden. That was always brave to me. Many of us were still young punks trying to figure life out (to be honest, I still am) but you always knew who you were. Always true to yourself.
When it came to anything fun and you were among, I always knew it would be something worth it. Your songs during prayer meetings in high school, the special numbers. You were never shy, never too embarrassed to be yourself, to have fun and share moments.
Even after we graduated, when I saw your in all the military uniforms, I thought “Da Piyo!! Major!!” There was this comfort knowing that somebody I knew was living their dream.
And now at this crossroad and transition in my life, your death as painful as it is has still taught me volumes. The testimonies, the memories, the passion, has just been a great revelation to me. As sad as it is that I may never experience the greatness you became, or known the man whose shoes I know I can never walk in, I will always love and respect the brother I knew from high school, the brave soldier that dared paths which many fled , the brave man that dreamed and lived his dreams and the lover that loved and touched so many in such little time.
No doubt! The world have lost a light but the lights you’ve lit in our hearts will continue to burn and we shall share the light.
One last salute to you!! Major!
Man so good, they named him twice!!
