Late Prince Okechukwu Eze. By Collins Ugwu What birth gave to us in great joy, death has taken away with a wicked arrow of finality. Oh my dear Prince, a rare breed of God’s fine art, made in the morning of His creation, an original architect of awesome humility. A light of warmth, loved by friends and respected by enemies. The one that calls me Cee-Jay, and the one I call my brother from another mother. How can death be this shameless and so unforgiving? How can your liveliness, stubborn…
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