‘Where is Ahmed?’

That was the thought in my head last night… from our youth. Those days when he went out – or didn’t come home.

May 4th around the corner… he shares a birthday with my younger son.

He meant a lot. There were not many like him. When we see and speak, the world stops…  and we are just how we used to be. We encouraged and counselled each other. I am so proud of where he was in life at this time. We just spoke about that.

Our last night together, he was so happy to see my sister. He picked her off the ground when he hugged her. Carried us all to his favourite place in Brixton!

Laolu Marinho