Richie: I'm so sorry we lost touch. You were one of my best friends at Ife. I blame myself for not writing for so long. Richie, how do I grieve for you when for years I've been waiting for you to turn up but you were already dead? How do I mourn for you when I don't know you when you died? When Bola told me you had died in a plane crash, I didn't want to believe it. Now I know it's true and I have to face the fact that you're gone, you've been gone all these years and you're never going to appear on the doorstep or with a phone call as I always knew you would. I remember everything about you, Rich, the motorbike, the book of jokes, your small neat handwriting, your glasses, your funny walk, I could always tell it was you, even at night, because of the walk! If I hadn't found that ad in the newspaper for you, maybe you wouldn't have signed up for the airforce. Maybe I still wouldn't have kept in touch, but maybe you'd be alive. I know you would have found me again, Rich. Why didn't I ever ask our friends about you, for so long? I'm so sorry, we were so close, and I didn't know you were gone. I have all the photographs and the memories Richard, so I'll never forget you. Maybe one day I'll forgive myself for letting you go. I'm sure you're resting in peace Rich, and you know my heart will never stop crying for you. Tola Raliat Onatade.