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"Hello? May I know who is speaking please?"
"Hello,bawo ni? Mori number e lori chat site kan ni, M.Ayiki lon soro (I saw your number on a chat site,M.Ayiki speaking).
Hmmmmm,I could remember vividly our first conversation... A conversation I have come to cherish. Yes,I remembered how irritated I felt when he spoke to me in Yoruba,he was just too local, well,that's what I thought at first... I disliked him for that.
Smiles,my starcomms phone brought us together,it helped me meet lots of people who has greatly impact me till date...but I wished I never met M.Ayiki. I keep asking God,why he had to let us meet...
He was my friend,my brother,my partner. Oh! How I miss him... How we became close,I never can tell.. 2010 was a year to remember....
I used to believe the beautiful ones were yet to be born..but now I know the beautiful ones goes before time...
"Hey! Aburo (kid sister) how you doing today? You can't even call your big brother to say hello? I know you don't miss me,but I do... Can we talk at midnight?"
Those were some of his words,I never knew he was fluent in English,he stopped discussing with me in Yoruba after that first day, but sure we do interact in it once in a while..he was my mentor. Remembering how he called me kid sister do make me smile... I can recall how I do argue with him over that... How can he decide to call me kid sister just because he was a year older? He was really fun to be with...
He wanted to see me,he requested I have a facebook account,he was eager to know me more. I felt secured with him,he was a good friend... I felt like he was my blood..maybe because he stayed in my state Ibadan,although he was a native of Kano.
Oh my! He was such a brilliant chap. Even as an art student,he taught me in science... I so wanted to know him more.. He made me know his friends.. I introduced mine to him.. If only I knew,if only I knew he was leaving...
He was free with me,he told me all,I knew him,I knew all I needed to know.. What more could I ask for in a friend?
January 21,2011 was his day,he was clocking 18 years,he wanted me to come.. He was having a party for that,but how can I? What will I tell my parents? I was just 16 plus... If only I knew, I would have taken the last chance to see him,even before his day...
What's wrong? He hasn't called for days,so unlike him, I messaged him on his birthday,it came back undelivered.. I was worried,I missed his voice,I prayed he was alright.. I waited for his call,oh no,I really waited for him to call me. What was he thinking? We were supposed to have a midnight conference call with our other friends..and debate on the topic "science class is better than art class",of which he was to oppose, I was ready for him...
M.Ayiki never called me... Patience eluded me,and I was forced to call one of our friends... It was on the 3rd of March 2011.. I remember her words... "Hello Ramat,how far? Its been long I heard from M.Ayiki, do you know what happened to his number?"
"Ha! So you don't know? M.Ayiki is dead, he died on 17th of February, he was seriously down with malaria"....
I never waited to hear the rest,I refused to believe.... If dialing a number severally was an offense,I would have been sentenced to life imprisonment...but,his number was still switched off.. If only tears could bring the dead,my dear friend will be right here with me..
How could he have died? He wasn't supposed to die! He doesn't deserve to die! We were preparing for our senior waec.. He never waited to write it even after all the preparations..
I never got to see my friend,I do not even recognize him.. If only I opened a facebook account when he asked me to.. He died not recognizing his adopted kid sister. He died and left me with only memories of our discussion.. He died and left me without someone like him...
Why do we have to meet to part? Its been 5 years,and he is still fresh in my memory... Malaria is a bastard! I can't let it take another from me...
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Rest on dearest friend.. Rest on Mohammed Umar Ayiki... I remember you now and always...
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[b][i]Happy Sunday Coolvallers[/i][/b]