I did not get to enjoy much of you as a last son, but I enjoyed one thing with you; your music. Every day I used to watch you murmur your songs and play your drums. You were music in the making. All the music I do today, I took it from you. All the songs I composed for Saint Andrews Choir came from you. You were my music and my life. I cry now not because you left us without me seeing you for the last time, for everyone is going to go one day. but because I am going to miss the fun I had each time I was with you. The crazy stories you used to tell us and the many times you used to ask of my name. I cant for f sure the salsa and patchanga dance you used to teach us I promise you I am going to take the music to great heights in your name, you had a character no one could fake, a strength no one could break, a faith no one could shake.; for you prayed everyday and sometimes I felt ashamed not having to pray each time you prayed so I had to learn everyday to pray. I am going to miss you Nkong Joe