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One of the many things Piyo was good at, back in high school: Football. Thank you for the memories, Piyo.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIYO I lost my friend and all I wanted was just for one moment, the world to stop as my heart stopped, and hurt like I hurt. I wanted everyone to feel like I felt, cringe and be ugly because it felt ugly from where I stood. It was the way he left... there seemed nothing beautiful about the scene. The moment he fell out of the sky I wondered “how?” and deep down I prayed that from the wreckage he would dust off the ashes. He would say the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob did not let him to slip into the unending... at least not yet. Hmmm!!! It was not to be... he was gone. Maybe I was wrong to think like that and probably I don’t know what the end was like to him but in my moment of grief and pain I could not take it. I did not desire solace or beautiful epistles, I did not want the ‘God gives and God takes’ talks, I could care less for comfort, I just wanted my friend back. I wanted him to pick up that damn phone. I wanted it to be someone else and in the long unending wait, I prayed for it to be anyone else. I wasn’t ready... I’m still not there yet. As a pilot of the Nigerian Airforce, he always flew beneath the skies in a metal aircraft but he would always come back to ground. In this last flight, he could not be carried in a metal aircraft again, he flew beyond the sky, he left only the metal to land... he never came back to ground. If you knew Piyo, you’d know he always wore his gospel beads. It was significant to him because of what it meant in his journey to finding him is purpose. On pearly grounds, the last bead signifies and now on pearly grounds he walks, in eternity. Lead on oh king, lead on Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo. You surely were the best of us.
Piyo’s life is testament of God’s ability to transform a person’s life. And this gives me hope. Because your transformation, I didn’t only hear from others, I saw it with my own eyes. I remember back in High School, before you switched from the Sciences to the Arts, you took up Technical Drawing (TD). What stands out in the terms you were a TD student was how often I had to wait for you to finish up your assignments so I could submit everyone’s assignment. A couple of times Mr. Fabunmi refused to collect our work because we just missed the deadline he gave. Why? Because Piyo didn’t finish his assignment early enough for us to submit in time. I remember attending the thanksgiving service that was organized for you after your passing out from the NDA. It was such a good feeling seeing how joyful everyone was. At that point the possibilities that lied ahead were limitless. And you lived to the billing. As humans, we can’t help but imagine what could have been if you had lived longer. But what God did not stop in His Power He allowed to happen in His Wisdom. Last year, or the year before, we met briefly in Gwarinpa, along with a few other guys. It was obvious you were a changed man. You were quiet, just smiling and observing. Same thing at Nathan Yabuwat’s wedding. I just assumed it was the military training that had gotten to you. But eventually it became evident that it was God that had changed you. Your life had truly changed. You were focused and purposeful It is so terrifying imagining your last moments on earth. But I’m comforted knowing it paved the way for your translation into a better and eternal reality. Your death rocked our world to its very foundations. But what it also did was show all of us that we are all we’ve got in this world. The Unassailable family is truly United. We love you so much Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo. But God loves you most. We will meet again. Rest in God’s peace, our brother and friend. Respect!!!!
Major Piyo!!! Last year i was saying to bebe how your transformation was amazing, i couldn't just comprehend, and he said to me, its most-likely because of what you've seen. it was hard to match your calm smile to the mischievous similes i was used to. I remember in vivdly the day you came all the way from your crib to mine, and just to drink free beer and your ability to recall the route to a place you had only been to once. it was almost impossible for you to come back to jos and not buzz me even when i didn't reciprocate such gesture you never stopped. Piyo Bitrus Piyo. You were a Good man. we are hurt but i find solace in the fact that you are in a mansion up above for despite living a purpose filled life, you did the lords work. Rest on MY Gee!!! i still envy that Black Sweater with Yellow turtle neck. Till we meet again
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!!
As Joshua had mentioned, Piyo was an adventurous young man. While everyone had gotten admissions and gone to school, Piyo called me out of the blue to tell me he braided his hair and wanted to take pictures for memory's sake. I thought he was lying but to my greatest surprise, this young man wasn't kidding. He went to Gold Fingers (can't remember the exact name of the photography outlet close to Hamaz) took some pics and gave me the soft copy. Omor, me sef wanted to do but I knew the type of father that I had. This was my favourite pic among the pack
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
Major, you truly were an amazing friend. I'm still coming to grips with the reality of your demise but I'm comforted to know that you're resting with the Lord. The memories I have of you will remain ever green. Seems it was two of us that wanted to go to the academy. I remember after we had taken the exams and all and I came over to your house and we even had half backed strategies of life could turn out there (funny times). You walked me all the way back home and then left to your house. I was super excited to know that you'd gotten into the academy and you kept on asking me "how far short service?" sometimes I'd answer and sometimes I'd just do like I didn't hear you. Truth is, I didn't see a need to join the force again because I saw the dream being filled through you and in you. I remember your first promotion and how excited I was about it when you told me. Indeed you inspired me in more ways than I can imagine. The last time we met I had just come into town at night and I was exhausted but I dragged myself to the hangout. We were among the last people to leave the place and you made sure you took me back to my hotel. We planned to meet severally afterwards but it never happened. I'd sent you a message on the day of your passing and I was waiting for a reply, little did I know that I'd never get one. I didn't know I could feel this much pain but we live and learn. Rest on brother!
Piyo is a friend who will always be there for you. He goes extra mile for people. We shared the same class for 5years. Three years in Junior class and two in senior classes. We were part of one of the best school team in history of the school. We had wonderful adventures together right from our junior secondary school where we shared the same seat during English class and we will be sleeping at the same denied that we were sleeping. Remembered you consulting me that you were coming to art class as determined as you were you picked up and settled in as if we started the same time from SS1. Remembered us offering Hausa together to boost our average. Giving testimony in chapel for our improved grades in literature test and singing a special number in Hausa. You were always there for me, hosting me even after graduation and walking down the streets of Busabuji and eating hot akara. Always wanting to find out about my progress. I choose to celebrate you and not to mourn you. Because you achieved what you ever dreamt of achieving. Sai mun zo Piyo.
Adventurous Piyo turned Gentleman Airport Officer. Piyo was an inspiration. To me and to all of us, whether you realised it or not (I’m sure now we all do). Someone that changed classes in right in the middle of ‘hot pot’ SS2 and excelled. Despite all his adventures he was able to turn his life around and achieve and inspire us all to do better. I never talked to Piyo everyday but I knew he was in my corner. Definitely. Just as I know right now that he’s in heaven. I asked Piyo on two occasions of our regular (and now too few hang outs in Abuja), ‘what made you change, Piyo, why are you so calm now’. And the answer that stuck was ‘the people who continued in that part where are they now?’. Piyo had vision and made a turn around in His life because he saw a better life for himself and for us all. I’m sure that’s what made him pick up his phone to randomly check on people and genuinely encourage people. Every time I came into town and we couldn’t see because of his duties, he’d feel so bad and promise to make it up to me. I’m glad I knew that man. I’m sad that he’s gone; gone with all the zeal, vision and dreams. Gone with the every inquisitive mind that bonded him, @Achebes and @Osita Nwana together. Piyo is gone. But I have hope. His life gives me hope. That I can be better. That I can achieve all that I need to achieve in life as well as touch people’s lives in ways that no one can. Hope that I can have that testimony if it’s my turn today to go that I’ll definitely be in heaven with the angels. Rest well Major Piyo, the unassailable! We shall meet again.
This week we lost an Unassailable Warrior of the Light, a brother, friend, son and confidant. Returning to that womb of silence from whence he came, his journey here with us, and all those who loved and cherished him was anything but silent. For, like a city set on a hill, he could not be hidden, no matter how hard this world tried to cloud his light. And though juggling the vagaries of life — like we all must do in our time here on earth, he never became tainted by cynicism; he never closed his heart to life. Thus, he’s was an abundant life, lived abundantly and passionately, holding nothing back. Always a dreamer, prankster, lover of life; he made his dreams a reality through sheer will and dedication and taught us to never let reality tame us. He enjoyed this life fully and suffered its sour jabs with a light heart and a disarming smile. With a heart full of life, he never let reality tame him — not even when it hurt to be real and authentic in a world that values conformity. He was never a mindless peon or pawn, dominated by the prevailing ideas of the status quo but charted his own course, and in time became the architect of his own legend, not just another canon on another’s battlefield — HE BROUGHT THE BATTLE ITSELF. He gave himself to his dream and dedicated his life to his passion. I remember him sitting next to me in JSS 1, writing “Major Snaz” on his notebooks... when I asked he would say he was going to be a soldier. And a soldier he became, a “hypertek soldier”. He loved his country, and devoted his life to her. What greater honor, honesty, and integrity than to devote the entirety of one’s being to that which one loves most. Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo, loved Nigeria. And he made the ultimate sacrifice for our country. We shall never forget him. And we shall never let him be forgotten. Major! Like a city set on a hill, you could never be hidden, and so you shone brightly to outshine the stars — to bleach out the Sun itself! Rest on and rest finally my friend. Rest in God Piyo Bitrus Henry Piyo. Yours is the death of a shooting star and your arc across the night sky will light up the night! ✨ I had hoped I’d get a chance to chat with you on the phone this year but I waited too long... In this I have learned the value of time. The essence of life. Rest In Peace my brother. We will continue to love you, for love knows no bounds and there are no bars to it’s call. ~ Jighjigh Ivase (Unassailable SP)
Piyo......I still can not believe that you are gone. The first emotion I felt at the news of your death was anger. I was angry at the Nigerian government, the Airforce and to be honest, even at God. I couldn't make sense of your death. After everything! It wasn't until Monday while playing your favorite 2face songs that I let myself feel the pain. The tears flowed. I went down memory lane. Piyo, my memories of you are are many and go way back. I remembered our Alama days and how excited you used to get when Mrs Shija sang that "Piyo Piyoyo" song during our outdoor PE sessions. I remembered how you'd spend your lunch money buying stuff at Mama Ozioma's kiosk and then join us, the Rock Haven kids - Osy, Ket Ari, Bugwama, Nyaka and I, on our trek home even though you lived at Busa Buji and would have have to complete the rest of the journey alone. We hardly forgot to make our stop at Maygo school to eat strawberries until the guard chased us. On some days, we walked with you up to Algadama junction before waving good bye. Under Late Mr Ralph Anokye's tutelage, we wrote the entrance examination into BHS and resumed in September of 2020 as JSS1 students. It was a new environment, we met new people and made new friends, Regardless, you always looked out for me. You remained the very playful and mischievous boy from Alama. Your dream of becoming a soldier was known by many. After graduation from BHS, a number of us had gained admission into various universities but we, your day ones, were waiting for the NDA to release their list of admissions. We had high hopes that you would be selected. Unfortunately, your name was not on the list. I recall your visit to the house and house distraught you were feeling. Then, I suggested the option of enrolling in Unijos especially as a number of factors were in your favour but you said to me "Maale, I will try again." You grieved in your own way. At some point, I was worried that you were losing sight of your vision and each time I saw you I was hell bent on giving you "motherly advice". Lol. You began to avoid me. You'd come to the house and remain at the gate while Osy went out to meet you and then , you'd ask him to say hello whenever you dropped him off. I complained to him and he asked me to get off your case and I agreed to lay off. During my first break in ABU, you came to visit. This time you came into the house. You were wearing running clothes (you ran the distance to our place). When I asked why, you said that you got disqualified after the running stage of the first interview and that you suspected that you did not impress them at that stage so you had decided to run as often as you could in readiness for the next recruitment. You had already applied. My admiration for you grew so much in that moment. You had made a detour, you were back on track and you were putting in the work. No surprise! You were selected the second time around in 2010. We saw each other on and off over the years, I even worked with you on your BSc. project. You were such a grateful person. You were so excited when the grades came in and you got a high score. The end of the NDA journey was in sight. You graduated and then went on to pilot school. You held my parents in high regards particularly, my mum. During your first official visit to Jos after your POP, you ensured that you stopped over at the house, dressed and looking sharp in your uniform to appreciate her for her support through the years. You had no idea how good you made her feel. Your parting words to her were "Mummy, don't worry. I'll be back and you'll feel me". Or was it Popsy? I remember when you came to visit with your soldier friends, all of you were dressed in your uniform. He looked out the window, saw you guys and immediately ran in. Looool..... I still wonder what was running through his mind till we informed him that you were in and wanted to see him. He came into the sitting room and he shook your hand. He felt proud of and for you. Piyo, you became a man before our eyes and Oh! What a fine man you became! You were living out your dream and you had found God and loved Him deeply. The stars were aligning for you and I couldn't be happier. You loved so many and so many loved you. The last time we spoke, you promised to visit me and my daughter, reminding me that she was your daughter too and you and Osy had her back. You loved but your love for my twin was true, You were there through it all and it made me have a deep respect for you. I'll miss you my dear brother and friend. I know you are resting with God. Please continue to look out for us up there like you did here on earth. I'll conclude with the wordings of of one of your favorite songs from Alama: We will meet in the Golden city in the New Jerusalem All our pain and all our tears will be no more We will stand with the host of heaven And cry holy is the lamb We will worship and adore you forever more Adieu Piyo till we meet again. You have run the race and fought the good fight Soldier.
I've been trying to be positive about everything truly, but it's not easy. Even as a Dr and being "familiar" with these situations one will think this will just be a brush off the shoulder, but it's not! Someone called me Sparxx today and tears came pouring down the millionth time, Piyo gave me that name in JSS1 1st term after I had an altercation with someone and was fuming! Man's teased me and called me Bubba Spraxx because I dey spark like electric
We stayed connected as adults, now in our 20s trying to make something of ourselves. Piyo made every effort to attend any group hang outs we organized and always had a smile on when he did. One time , he came with a female friend and I was desperate to hear him say wedding bells were around the corner. I wasn't so lucky... Few years back, I needed to do some aggressive saving and I reached out to Piyo to join the Savings group I started. He didn't need to but he did because he was that type of friend. The Money Pot was born and I think years later, we stayed on because somehow, it kept us connected to one another, with guaranteed monthly check ins. Sleep on Soldier..
Piyo and I sat in the same class corner for many years of High School, until he left the sciences for the arts in SS2 second term. Who in their right mind would change classes SS2, with Mock and WAEC around the corner? Well, Piyo did and he excelled! He was courageous like that! He was a fantastic seat mate and it was never a dull moment with his Tu-face songs. He wanted to be an Economist and join the Military, so much so that he had us calling him Major even as a teenager. He became both!
Piyo was a vibrant, kind and thoughtful person. I've known him from Alama days and he somehow managed to stay in touch all the while. There are so many things to remember Piyo for but one thing I won't forget was sometime in 2019 when he called and asked me to support missions. When I realised it was going to be continuous thing, in my head I'm like which additional problem is this one again, but he was able to convince me and linked me up with a missionary whom he also supported...Your heart was in the right place Piyo! His life was short, too short but for someone who knew what he wanted to do/be so early on and followed through, rose above obstacles and still found time touching lives and loving God as he went on achieving his dreams, I dare say Piyo found and lived in his purpose. I believe he's resting with crowns in heaven. Till we meet again, rest well Piyo
Piyo was the first guy to beat me up. He literally put grass in my mouth. He said this kind anger no fit you, afterwards. Piyo encouraged me to take my first risk in life. We jumped Baptist fence..... for some less ordinary food. I remember how we discussed the outfits in order to look like outsiders.
High school graduation - candle light service. - Baptist High School Jos, 2008
Tama Sudhir
Tama Sudhir
This picture sums up how brave, funny and mischievous this man was back in high school. Priceless memories.
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