No death has ever hurt me like this. I didnt know him for a long time. He was not the one who inspired me into journalism. I never listened to him on Joy FM. Not even once. I met him only once. It lasted about only 30 minutes, including his visit to the washroom. But he treated me like a younger brother. I could not understand why he was ever willing to help me excel in my career. I am missing him like a father. I didnt know I really loved him so much until he died. The God I serve knows I am going through hell.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 20:03:36 +0000
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