It’s supposed to be a happy day for me, but it has a tinge of sadness because I lost a dear friend. Some years ago, I walked into a restaurant in Transcorp Abuja and met Dr. Pascal Dozie, who showed so much admiration for the work I do. Only when he discovered I was born on the 8th of April and he was born on the 9th of April further cemented our friendship.We had regular meetings and he would always call me on my birthday to say Happy birthday mate. I also looked forward to calling him the next day.We spoke about everything – life, business, and mentorship. He showed me the possibilities of a greater Nigeria, shared his failures and successes with me so I could learn from them. He believed in me and encouraged me to never stop loving Nigeria. We had plans to visit his village, but sadly, they will never become reality. One story stands out in his love for humanity – he would organize a yearly football tournament, and he told me how happy it made him feel to see society unite over football. I saw a man who had his dignity intact despite setbacks, who loved the possibilities the world brought, and even at 85, kept on working and looking forward to a brighter world. I saw him last a few months ago, and I never knew that would be the last time. His last words to me were, ‘Keep doing what you do best.’ My phone is filled with contacts of people I have lost. Although I can’t call them again, it’s a reminder of what we shared. Sometimes I still go through their messages. All memories are forever cherished. Thank you for the friendship, Dr. Dozie, and happy birthday tomorrow. It feels strange I can’t call you.
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