My senior in Sheffield – Keflee – called me out of the blue yesterday. The last time I heard from him was when I received the flowers shortly after Luqman was born. Ah, Keflee. One thing I can never forget about Keflee is that he sings beautifully. One of the songs he always sing whilst strumming his guitar at his house in Stafford Road is this –
Can I hear it again Keflee? Soon enough I hope.