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Makyle, my brother, my backbone and my rock, the first person I built a strong life long bond with outside of my family, and then you became family. You taught me so much, from the little things like having manners, Lord knows I never used to say please or thank you to anyone. I remember asking you for something, and you’d look at me and say, What’s the word? I used to think is this man crazy, like, who are you telling this tuff Nigerian what to do? I didn’t realise then that something as small as that would become such a vital lesson in my life.

And then there were the big things. You were always the one I could confide in whether it was about family situations, my experiences in Nigeria, or more recently, my walk with God.

I remember calling you not too long ago, telling you I felt like I was slipping back into the things I thought I had been delivered from. And you said something that stuck with me: Bro, when you were going through challenges and serving God, it was all good. But now that God has blessed you with what you were asking for, can you still serve Him with the same intensity and desperation?

That question slapped me right back on track. You always knew exactly what to say, and somehow, you always had the solution to every problem. You were truly my brother and more than a brother you were God sent, and I’m so grateful that you instilled in me the ability to express my feelings and love toward others. So glad I never missed the chance to always tell you I loved you every time we spoke.

I will forever love you. Your legacy and the love you carried for people will always live on inside of me.

Rest easy, my brother. ❤️🫡