Tonight I pause to pray for Garfield as he prepares to be wed in 19 days. Lord, give him the strength of Hannnah and the tender wisdom of Solomon.

Garfield the Laughter

Garfield the laughter
Yes, already it is 69 days to go and the adrenaline which flows finds little comparison. Maybe, except in the bellyful of laughter which you, Garfield always enjoy. One look at this picture will tell of the burst of laughter which was a trademark. A great laughter which befits this great friend. Whenever he was around there were very few whose laughter could be heard above his. ‘Laud Jesus, ahhahah, ahhahah” could always be heard as he enjoyed a great joke or gave one of his own. Today, with so many laughing occasions at UTCWI etched in my mind, I laugh. The laughters were loudest when he recounted stories—real and fiction of his sister Maureen. ‘J, you would love Maureen’ you would always say before I met her. ‘She drama jus like yu’. And that she is. I remember and now I ‘laugh’ as I remember entering the car and she mentioned that I remind her of someone from her community. Let’s call him Maass Breada. As a good brother you laughed with Maureen, as my friend you loved me and through laughter told me about Maass Breada. What a laugh! Maureen is something else. But this is about you. Garfield, may this infectious laughter be a forever welcomed friend with all the possible strains and stress of tomorrow.

Laugh, my friend, laugh. ‘Laud Jesus ahahahah ahahahah”

Philieis.

70 DAYS TO GO!

Don’t scatter roses after I am gone are the second BEST words that describe the thought which encouraged this initiative. There are so many great things that I want to say about and to Garfield which should never be left unsaid and which time nor place will permit at that Kairotic time. So, today I invite you to share in these my thoughts. The FIRST BEST word is philieis. It best encapsulates all that I want to say and share to and about this YOUNG giant over the next few weeks. Join me therefore as over the next few weeks I take the time to trace the brothership which I have found in Garfield Ricardo Campbell.

In 70 days he will be able to truly sing with alacrity, anxiety and perhaps some amount of schooled agony “I’m NOT my own, I belong to….” It is a day long in coming and the anticipation perhaps finds no competition except in the warmth and love to be echoed as he sings in days to come ‘coming home, coming home…...……………
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With seventy (70) days to go when he shall denounce his Bachelor degree for a high-her calling, I invite you to share in this Bestman’s journey. See him as he now continues to reflect


Philieis.