Words fail me.
This doesn’t happen easily to me.
I’m shattered.
I’m heartbroken.
Jonathan Tunde Mark, one of my closest friends.
All-round erudite, great guy.
Great talker.
Patient listener.
Tunde and I would spend hours talking about everything from the earth to the moon and to the sun and back to the earth again.
Even as he was fighting cancer in a UK hospital, Tunde and I would find time to talk and catch up.
He would always tell me how beautiful my wife and children are.
And I would always tell him how wonderful his Japanese wife and (his) child are.
With a guy like Tunde, I hoped for a better Nigeria.
Talk about politics, economics, philosophy, law, science, name it –
Tunde was a walking encyclopedia.
And he touched so very many lives.
Tunde, I wish I knew your message a couple of weeks ago was a goodbye.
I wish I knew our conversation a few weeks back was our last.
Bro. T., I’m in shock!
I’m waiting for a call to tell me this is a prank.
Words have failed me!
Wake up, Bro. T.!
