This One is For Nonso.

He literally is my DayOne, he has always got my back, right from the days when my peanut biscuit will fall on the ground and he will hurriedly pick up and go and discard it outside "tufiakwa! I can't let my brother eat what the devil have kissed "...that was love right there, to the primary school days when he will help me with my assignment on our way to school on Monday mornings, he used to be my personal trainer, all those fights prepared me for the streetz of rukuba road, but there was one day the shit got real; I thought it was one of those days when I will throw the first jab and make the loudest noise then ‘they’ will come and separate us, and scold him, this particular day I threw the first punch as usual and shouted as loud as my voice allowed me, but nobody came through, nobody, for like the next 15 minutes black and blue was the colour, it took the timely intervention of David from the next compound to rescue yours truly (forever grateful boss). That was the day I started suspecting that this guy was probably my elder brother, but many years later on that solemn Friday afternoon in St. Murumba college, I would confirm that. The guy entered my class, was in Jss 2 that year, he was in SS2, he told everybody to go out, leaving just the both of us inside the class room, I thought it was going to be the normal 'touch me and I will tell' we had at home, I even had a smirk on, "Obinna kneel down" he said, and before I could voice whatever diss that was in my mind, the skin belt he had on his waist was on my back! And my knees were on the ground, it was automatic. There was no 'play' in his eyes, the belt went up again and again, "Nonso I am your brother o!" I had to remind the guy. It took Mark's plea to save my ass, and that was the day I let go. The next morning I woke up a new creature, I went to him while he was still asleep, woke him up, and said "Brother Nonso good morning" .He is definitely my elder brother and more; my confidant, my partner, my teacher...the guy thought me a lot of things, including how to resist peer pressure but Im sure I never learnt that one. He thought me how to be loyal to friends even if they are crazy like Nanpan Malo, mehn, thats one hommie y’all need to know about, but this is not for the son of Malo, this one is for Nonso. I learnt from him too, how to withstand heart break, you will learn that from every Arsenal. Well this is not for Arsenal and how they will have to wait for next season, this is for Nonso .And for all those Girls… "This your brother is fine o" me that is toasting you nko? hope that rubbish have stopped in 2018.
#8thWonder
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I Hope To Tell. By O.b.i

I will tell you a story, but it does not start with once upon a time because those times have left us, when taking a life was not as easy, not because you have to spend days sharpening your lance and more days knotting your bow but because you have to spend months convincing your conscience on why you have to snatch the ground from underneath another man's feet, on why his wife should gnash her teeth and why his children should weep. By the time you have a reason, it is another season and your bow has gone loose again.

Those times have left us when we knew about handshakes before we ever knew about fist, and when we knew fist, it was up in the air in the solidarity of brotherhood in opposition to the brutality of servitude.

Those times when we first saw the friend in a stranger and never saw the enemy, when a smile was the greatest currency and all our action were covered in transparency.

Those times have left us, when we sealed deals with handshakes and warm smiles and we needed only the moon to watch over the night.

I would have told you this story before man became the greatest fear of man.