The Legends Of Bula
It is not that humans are not aware of the fact that every sojourner in this existential space will one day take an eternal trip to immortality or that they are uninformed about the reality that when a trip to immortality is embarked upon by a soul, it leaves everything in the world behind no matter how precious or important those maybe to him. Why then do people weep when it occurs? Why do they feel sad when the reality unfolds? It could be because some people are so irreplaceable to the extent that no matter how much nature abhors vacuum, they can never be replaced. My friend Charles Anyanwu whom we called Bula, even in his short frame towered above the tallest of men, his natural aura out shined the finest of everything. Even in his shy and conservative disposition, he still stood tall and unsuppressed by the greatest of personalities. Those were the things that made him thick. Not an enemy to any, you hate him only if you choose to. His rib cracking jokes and desire to