With love from Fehintola - I’m so grateful to God, for the life Seyi lived. It was short but meaningful. I want to thank everyone for showering him and his family with so much love and kind words. Shouts of joy It was so much fun growing up with Seyi. He was such an interesting guy. Being the two youngest and close in age, we had some common friends. We bickered every single day with the most useless things. It was worse when we both shared a bed, he will refuse to get off the pile on the bed so I could make it. He would ask me to lay my own side of the bed. We wrestled through the nights sometimes, because we had an imaginary line dividing the bed from top to bottom. He will always spread his legs. Our siblings would hear us fighting in the middle night and they will come and watch us wrestling, until mum hears us and comes to sort us out with slippers. When NEPA takes light and its hot and sweaty, Seyi will hire me to fan him with paper. Some days we will rotate the fanning, (100 each), Seyi would suggest that I should start first, by the time I’m done my 100 round, he will be snoring and couldn’t get him to fan me in return 😂😂😂. When we wrestled, he will drag the fight outside the house, so his friends can watch him win the fight and chant for him. His only jobs in the house were to fill up the fridge bottles with water and wipe the chairs. He wouldn’t do his chores, instead he will hide the bottle lids so he can condemned them and not have to fill them up. My grand ma was always living with us while our parents were out of town. Mummý was always doing her endless nursing courses outside town and my dad was a journalist (a news paper editor and politician). So he worked in Lagos and Ibadan, editing tribune etc. Most of the time, our older siblings were in the boarding school. My grand ma was one of those no- nonsense grandmas. She had chores set aside for each one of us, after school. I.e, to de- shell egusi, which Seyi and I both hated so much. That time, we lived on the third floor then, with one back door, a bacony at the back and one big one at the entrance. To prevent either of us from escaping(Seyi in particular) she will luck up the back door and tie the key to her wrapper and will sit in front of the house, de-shelling the egusi. One day we got back from school and as usual, she was waiting or us to finish lunch and come and start with the egusi in front of the house. Seyi had disappeared from the house. I spotted him playing foot ball outside with his friends. How he got down stair was a mystery. My grand ma and I were so confused. He refused to tell us how he got downstairs until we became adults and he told me. He had climbed through the back balcony and jumped to the middle floor ( the olowojolu’s house). That was a dangerous move, considering the concrete flooring. Seyi was such a comedian. One of his numerous nicknames was “aluwe”. He was so hilarious, he had a note book where he recorded insults and he would rehearse and use them anytime , especially on me. When Seyi became a teenager, he developed one swag that I didn’t understand. He grew up so fast and wanted to be older desperately that he did lots of silly things. His greatest challenge was his facial hair that was really slow, so he drew on moustache with eye brow pencils. He had some people believe that he was 15 when he was only 13. To be continued.