life they say is a journey,
A journey whose ultimate end is death, do we live only to wake up dead someday?
This journey cut so short, truncated without reason was never planned for. No one really knows the minute their clock will expire.
(Left-right: 
You were so young and talented, full of potentials and a bright future.
Never lazy, always on the hustle.
We were busy "schooling" but you saw need to run a business, become an investor, do something different.
The joker of the department and a friend to all
Never backed down from a quarrel, quite a temper you had
Yet the ladies loved you.
(Abarito, Oj,
I lost track of you in year four, heard you were building something, a project, a structure for the future, a legacy.
Somehow, you made it happen even when we were still becoming.
But like someone jinxed you were stopped, never to see to completion the works you began.
The situation surrounding your demise is some worth bizarre, unexpected and probably preventable.
But what can I say? Death; she's a bitch.
No one really knows why or when or how she comes.
Even though fallen, your memory lives on in our heart.
A TRIBUTE TO A COMRADE, A SOLID MAN, A COLLEAGUE AND A FRIEND. till we meet again.
OPARA . C . CHRISTOPHER