Never come in between Uche Aguoru and I, it won’t work
I came to Umuahia on March 6, 2018.
Before this time, I rarely came to Umuahia.
Hence, when I was taxied to Hoefers, at Bank Road, I felt like a fish out of water.
I waited until the Agent, Ifeoma Okafor, took me to where she got the house for me.
On reaching there, I almost ran back to Lagos.
A building of six mini flats, I was the only tenant, adding that the building was at the end of the road.
My neighbours were a pig farm, aggressive mosquitoes, snakes, and lizards.
No money, no food, no foam, no kitchen utensils nor window blinds.
But I came with my books and biro.
Shortly, I met Iroegbu Emenike, a brother, who loves hard work.
He introduced me to Aguoru.
He loved me.
He took me round Umuahia.
He gave me food.
He gave me money.
He orchestrated transactions and made sure that my name was inserted
He fed me for months.
I am using this medium to thank him.
Perharps, he was the reason I didn’t go back to Lagos.
Aguoru branded me with reckless abandon.
He wired me with his contacts.
Most people I know today are Aguoru’s friends.
Aguoru is my friend turned brother.
Again, he packaged me to his wife and children.
They call me on phone periodically.
I will prefer to be killed by an Aguoru to anyone else.
Agunaaaaaaa as fondly call you, your Paddy miiiii is grateful and will ever remain.
I am painstakingly scavenging for an opportunity to return some of the favours you lavishly extended to me.
Brotherly, thank you!
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