“See you tomorrow”, he waived at me while he was leaving the hotel.
Yes, tomorrow. And he was gone.
And suddenly there was no “tomorrow” anymore.
He sat on the back of a motor. The car coming from the opposite direction, missed the curve and cut the motor away.
He felt with his head on the street.
“Everything will be alright”, the doctors said. But Charlie was in a coma. 9 long days. And than he slided away. He had never woke up again.
Charlie has gone.
Charles Mjomba, 31 years young, entertainment manager. Charlie for the friends.
Sir Charles, he said laughing. He was a “sir”.
And so I will reming him: “sir Charles”.
