Teeeeyum Di Hungry.................that was the way i would call you Bobo every time.
I thank God for making it possible for me to come home last October to see you and spend some time with you and share our experience with Consty and Nobo.
I will always remember your voice from that upstairs balcony at Douala Airport shouting as soon as i got to baggage claim...... THE LADY THE LADY oh that voice Bobo.
Mr. Protector of his loved ones, you would never allow me to sit infront of the car, that was your seat, and you would put your hand out, spotting your sun shades, looking so cool you were ready to ward off any one who dared to hinder our journey, you were ready with a smile to greet by standers and passers by. You gave me so much security Bobo. Standing at almost 6 ft tall, dark and cute, I really felt so spiritually secure in you. I would look at you with so much pride.
You would take me to the Airport and wait until the plane takes off. I remember our last drink and night out at Neptune in Limbe, I remember our last photo and last hug that day at Douala Airport. I saw no sign that you were on your way out Bobo. We reassured each other like we always did knowing I would come back and still get that big warm hugg, that you would still carry my suitcase and lead me to the car. Weh eh Bobo eh.......So that was it?????????