In his loving memory

My Fufa (my father's fufa, but I used to call him fufa too) passed away at 80. Fufa and Bua lived right above our flat on the 2nd floor, and we were very close to them, often going to each other’s houses. You may say he saw me grow up. Fufa was an engineer himself and shared a lot of good stories and tales which I fondly remember. Being an elder, he regularly used to call me to fix something on…