Finally, the day is here. The day I have feared all along and always pray that it should never come, though I know it will ultimately come. The day that, whenever I think of it, I always nurse the wishful thinking that will immediately vanish. It is the day that with shaking fingers and teary eyes, I would have to write a memorial tribute to someone that I have been closely related within my entire life, the late Malam Ismaila Isa Funtua. As my father’s younger brother, I grew up to...