![]() |
| Dimgba Igwe |
It is still
very hard for me to accept the painful reality that the boss who calls me
virtually every day with a calm but authoritative voice to inquire about my
editorial contents for the week, will never ask me again, “Editor, where are
you, are you already at the office?
God, why did
you allow them to kill my amiable boss and teacher who regularly supervises my
cover stories most Wednesdays and Fridays with his twin brother and another great
boss of mine, Mike Awoyinfa?
The tears
have not stopped flowing in my eyes like raindrops since the sad news hit me
like a volcanic eruption that fateful Saturday morning while on my way home from work.
