He came to my head again, my best friend who died of Asthma .

I was 11 at the time and he was 9, I’ve always had a thing for young ones ..he was the cutest little black dude with an accent I cherish so well.

We grew up the right way and there was no age boundary!

He was almost the same age with my brother but we had a deeper connection with each other.

He’d come to our house and I’d go to his, most times with my little ones

Most times alone.

He kept this sickness so well

We never noticed

We found happiness within ourselves so much that we always have sleepovers

He was more like an orphan since his mum died and his Dad just left him with granny .

Time flew and I travelled to a city for some months

We spoke all the time on my mum’s phone

Told him how I can’t wait to see him and we’d all go to ShopRite

Mum promised to take us for swimming lessons.

It was almost December and we went to the store to pick swimsuits for our first lesson when we get home and settle

We got home and mum received a call

..Tobi had passed

I froze and gazed at my little brother for minutes

We would skip school to sit at his grave for hours

We grieved so hard that we repeated a class..lmao

Anyway, he just came to my head, my best friend ..who died of Asthma.