I'll call you Ij, Ij, Ij and you will call me Chiems, Chiems, Chiems. God why? Those memories are priceless. I remember us hanging out in Finchley/Golders Green and pigging out at different times and in different places on cannelloni and tuna with jacket potatoes. Then we would go shopping to the defunct Press and Bastyan on South Molton Street. What of the parties in Lagos and going back to your place to crash totally zonked? Those were the days. This is so devastating. You will forever be a cherub. May God console Amechi, Chika, Odumegwu (as you liked calling Derek,) Nneka and all your loved ones. Rest in the bosom of the Lord Nwanyi Oma.