One evening, this nigga just showed up at my house with his bags. We had just resumed 100LEVEL in Ilorin. He told me he wanted to live with me. We were mates in Suleja Academy but we weren't particularly close. I was confused about how to tell my parents. I eventually told my Dad and my Dad asked one question that evening. 'If you were in his shoes, would you not want someone to accommodate you?' 'As long as you say he is a good boy. He can come live with us.' That was how SD became a part of my family. We also lived together on campus for 2 years before being separated by Fellowship responsibilities. We have remained close ever since and navigated some of the toughest phases of life together. Many years later, when I lost my job and was depressed, he would be the instrument God used to save my life. When I got the UNICEF job and had to leave Benin for Katsina, he sent me a tidy sum for my travel and kept monitoring me till I got there. Incidentally, that was the weekend Patrick Yakowa died. It was not an easy time to be traveling in northern Nigeria. He would call me at all hours to pray with me and make sure I was okay. He was the guardian to my niece till she graduated from CU and is probably closer to my sister today than I am. I can't even begin to tell of the times Mom would call and say Sunday sent her money. So, on 23rd September of every year, I get to say thank you to him and celebrate him for being such a great brother and friend. We've come a long way but I know the Lord is leading us even farther. Death and destruction will not stop us. And it shall always be well with him. Happy birthday Sunday Daniel Dagbo. My brother from another mother.