My father, Jude Njoku, died in July 1994
I was 21 years old then. I had a mind full of girls, beer, cars. I doubt that I ever actually thought of my dad.
It's been 30 years since the day he died. And I've thought of him every single day.
David Njoku /
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2024-07-10 13:15:15
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