He died on Friday, 1st of January this year. It was “Happy New Year” day. His death was sudden, so sudden that it hit his family and friends, old-timers and new-timers, like a blow to the heart. And one of the new-timers, the secretary of the Sapele Boys’ Club (SBC) he led, rightly called the Friday that the good man closed his eyes forever “Black Friday.” He was not sick. He had no ailment known to himself or to his dumbfounded friends of old young men and young old men- some are greying, some balding, some with a paunch. They are old-timers and new-timers of relaxed attitude especially on their monthly day of meeting when they unite in joy and thought to re-light Sapele, Papa’s land, that has fallen into lean years, and that has taken more than a bit of a battering. They know what they want to re-invigorate and to take Sapele, their city of birth or of nurture, where they were raised, groomed and bred to the glorious, positively turbulent decades that famed their Papa