This evening, I sat looking at the family picture of a dear friend. We go a few years back together, back on campus I knew him to be quite influential in his own little circle. He had some music...

By David Ogunshola. I started writing this piece the morning I heard of Joshua’s death. It’s interestingly strange that I could not complete it. Somewhere along the line I began telling myself “this cannot be true”. Now that I...