As it is every year, 3rd November is the day I think of Zain Karim Masagoes.
It's his birthday. If he were still around, he would be the same age as me.
I think he’d have been a high-flyer with that intelligent brain and wealthy family background.
That impish grin, that insolent face, that floppy fringe. That “heck-care” bad boy attitude at such a young age…I still remember it all. He sat behind me in our P6 class.
There were times I felt I could strangle him, other times when we were good friends…
It’s been 13 years since he was robbed of his place in this world by throat cancer.
Rest in peace dear pal...
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