A LETTER TO A BROTHER WHO LOST HIS LIFE IN THE STRUGGLE

A LETTER TO BRO. SUNNY UKPAI

Bro. seriously you know this ain’t a letter, I ought to term it a tribute but believe ye me, I won’t. what the fuck is tribute? I guess its what the write for someone who lived a life worthy of it, the dudes children sign for him, his wife, kins and clans, and even great grand children, well Nigga tell me why I should term this a tribute, Fuck you, you got no grand children and yet you just passed away, so tell me why the fuck should I even consider the term “tribute”.

Sunny King a.k.a High Tension, welcome to the real world Nigga and in this real world Nigga you died on Friday 8th July, 2016 around 9am Nigga. You always believed no gun could kill, well I got a good news for you, yep, no gun killed you, you always believed no matchet could kill you, I got another good news for you, yep, no matchet did, you always believed you can’t be hit by a car, dude, that’s another good news because yep, no car did and damn it you also believed no illness could kill you, ok Nigga you are right there, no illness did. So answer me, what the fuck did Bro.?, Well Death did kill you, how it killed you, got all of us wondering even you I believe. This is the first time I have ever heard that someone got up in the morning, went to take just a shot of iburuku (local malaria medicine) and automatically he fell down and died at a go, changing to pale/white immediately. Nigga a drink which only you did not take but took the same drink with your family, you were even the last person that drank the shit and you died immediately. Come on, Man, congratulations, you got it, at least you have achieved something with your death, Imagine you have given doctors in Umuahia a reason to start a new study on such death because even your doctor, yes your doctor and other doctors cannot ascertain the cause of death but trust me Bro. they are gonna have to blame it on how disease or the other, because come on, you and I know they can’t keep the death sheet blank, who knows they might even blame it heart attack, or probably do they write, “Cause of death = devil”, cos that’s what I think it ought to be. Mehn, the good news is you died incredible. You died just like Mountain of Fire Prayer Point, all those prayers the pray with “Fall down and die”.

Come on man, why did you allow them to kill you like a chicken, Bro. Ok. You had Jazz, real jazz as a bodyguard to the government official, everyone knows about that, we all know that guns, matchet, poison, accidents and stuffs like that can’t kill you but even you overlooked the fact that all these stuffs fails. Now Nigga am gonna go to your burial, but trust me, I won’t design banners/graphics for you despite the fact that that’s what I do because am not proud of your death, am angry. Angry at the fact that I warned you about this, angry at the fact that I advised you to quit this job, angry at the fact that I never believed you were gonna go ghost like this. Angry at the fact of what the fuck am I gonna tell your kid who is just 1year plus. Ok am I gonna tell him that his dad father died when his dad was 1year plus and now his own dad also died when he was 1year old.

You know Bro., you always told me that there is only two of us, One person, thats you gonna make the money, and I just got to remember that there is only two of us, go to school, be good and remember where I come from. Well Bro. the bad news now is that am gonna be the man and as well make the money, for myself, for the kid whom you left behind, for my sisters, cousins, nephews, Big Mama, Aunt and the rest, Tell me Bro. how am I gonna survive that. Am the only senior left in the house now with a big load of responsibility. Hmm…. Bro. guess what I was doing on Saturday when the news came in, I was blogging busy negotiating with friends on FB over page adverts and I was willing to conclude all the deals before Monday and that was the past Monday. Your news of death got me so devastated that I automatically in order to chill out my brain went redesigning and recasting my webpage that has no reason to be designed. I couldn’t think straight you know and that’s one thing you never in your time life wished for me. Well Bro. I gat it now, you are dead, that’s cool for you I guess but trust me I ain’t dying early. I have got to fix your mess.

Mama is crying her heart and eyes out, I cant even console anyone, all is well is merely just a statement until when it ought to be practiced. So I write this letter to you to pour out all my angers and emotions into it so that I can get to get over your death. Don’t stress yourself reading it Bro. I wrote it with the slangs which we normally used, gosh though I had to translate most of them to English and trust me it was real stress. My Sunday was shady Bro., I missed service, I missed the Sunday grooves, no drinks, no niggas, no b’s. Just lying at home thinking till I got off to go the market, believe me Bro. I went to the market and bought nothing useful just spending the dough, stood in the one hour rain that fell on Sunday. It drenched me completely but one thing is for sure, it didn’t wash away your thought. Hopefully this letter will, because am good at getting over something when I vent it out.

Surprisingly Bro. You know I had a post to make for Jiji that Sunday but I didn’t, had to postpone till Monday cos I wasn’t physically fit. So Bro. that goes to you, thanks for ruining 48 hours of my life. Believe ye me, you won’t ruin anymore of it. I will be typing this letter and I will be posting it on fb. You know a tribute is read before a crowd, well I won’t read any tribute for you on that day, so am writing this letter to you and am gonna post it on FB. I hope you guys have mobile phones with internet connection over there, because even if you don’t, I don’t care. 

You know one thing Bro. I gave up being anything close to a bad boy because of you. When I see you and your niggas torture criminals, I never wish to be anything close to being tortured. You know you always said you will shot anybody who hurt me, well am gonna miss that statement now. Somehow you made me leave the street life back in 2012, becoming a good boy and trying to understand things. I really wanted to be like you despite the fact that I never loved your job. You know we planned to meet on 29th of this month. Well guess what Bro., your burial is gonna be on that 29th. Am devastated Bro. Who will console me now apart from my computer. Mama is busy crying, so is Big Mama, Big Uncle is hissing and all is left is just me and my laptop, consoling ourselves. I don’t mind typing out my anger even if it takes up to fifteen pages, I have written longer posts for niggas to publish. But I will forever tell you one thing, I won’t die young!!!.

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Bro. am gonna stop right hear, I guess all my anger has been successfully vented out. No more Sunday grooves for me. Well I don’t have an official girlfriend so I will no longer be taking anyone out. Its just gonna be me surviving anyhow. I make you a promise, I won’t go anywhere close to crime but I will stay alive so be sure to miss me cos I won’t be coming home early. You know Transformer is dead, so is Volkswagen, Hulk, Fabregas, Silver Nylon, Dracula Ankula, Stone, Solid and the rest of them all in my wild dreams. Well am gonna add you to the list, so here you go “HIGH TENSION”. You know I always know if somehow i got into trouble, I could put a call across to you, now I can’t put calls through anyone anymore. Despite the fact that O.C. and Maiduguri are still here, nothing is better than a brother. Good Bye Bro. I know people who have Jazz don’t make it to heaven so probably you might be in hell. You know I don’t believe in purgatory but I will give niggas who attend catholics some dough to pray for your soul in purgatory and that’s if there is anything like that. But of course Who Knows?.

Well Bro. Good Bye! And this time, it’s a Good Bye for life.

REST IN PEACE, I WILL PRAY FOR YOU. Adieu.