The Gem of Neighborhood

I believe that, just as a tree cannot stand alone and make a forest, humans need to interact with their environment and socialize, especially in impersonal interactions. Master Ndifreke Eno, my neighbor next door for the past three years, has been a great blessing to me. His big-brother vibes, kindness, support, understanding, and compassion are what I'm grateful for since the day I moved into the compound.

If I can recap the events of that day, Master Ndifreke Eno was the only person in the compound at that moment. He was thrilled to have a new neighbor directly opposite his door, with a facial expression of joy and happiness. He welcomed me warmly and shook my hand. With that welcome, I didn't panic much about missing home because I felt as if I had known him before that moment.

He stepped forward and offered to assist in unloading and unpacking my belongings from the mini-bus and stayed with me at my apartment as I set up. It was late by the time I finished arranging, and I couldn't prepare dinner for myself. While pondering what to do, I heard a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw him holding a plate of homemade and native Nigerian jollof rice, known as MTN rice by Nigeria street language. I was surprised and short of words, though I accepted the food without hesitation, despite my mom's advice not to collect food or eat from a stranger's house.

But with those gestures on my first day, I knew he would be a good neighbor. Our bond grew stronger daily, and since he was older, he took on a big-brother and fatherly role. Selflessly, he offered help whenever needed. As time passed, our daily discussions focused on academics. He was two levels ahead of me when I got admitted and shared his experiences, guiding me through my academic journey.

Our support system was exceptional, and he played a significant role when my family faced challenges. My neighbor-turned-brother was always there for me in times of need, offering words of encouragement and guidance that helped me navigate hard times.

I vividly remember our routine activities, especially on weekends: Saturday morning exercise and attending morning mass, sharing our faith doctrine. He'd often say, "I want you to be a priest; why aren't you in the major seminary?" We'd laugh and joke about it. Since I was a good cook, I became the compound's chef.

Before he left for National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) after his project defense, he visited my parents, who lived far away from our school town.

In conclusion and responses to hivenaijaweekly I want to send a heartfelt letter to my brotherly neighbor, though he's not here.

Spectro, as I fondly call you, my brotherly neighbor, I use this medium to express my warmest appreciation and gratitude for the short time we spent together. Your friendship taught me the meaning of love and sacrifice. Thanks for being a big brother and friend; keep soaring higher.

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