Barr. Ramatu Abdulkadir
My dear Idris, it is hard to believe that you are 40 days gone! I can not come to terms with the fact that you are gone. It is so hard and difficult and I don’t understand the finality. It is such a torture.
You were a young man in your prime whose future was so promising and bright. You were only 50 years one month and two days.
Idris, how can I forget growing up with you? I recall fondly some of the things we did together.
Was it the playing of football together in which you would make me the goalkeeper, as clumsy as I was and as unable as I was to prevent the other team from scoring? But you indulged me so that we could have peace and play the match. I had to borrow your knickers, since girls then, in our generation, had only long gowns and wrappers. We filled up water in the bathtub so we could have our swim before mama returned home. Sadiya, our elder sister, yourself and I splashed water every where in the bathroom. It was so messy and our fing