Nigeria, March 15 -- In the coming days or even months, I would still be living in denial of the passing of Wahab Gbadamosi. It's been days now after his demise at the National Hospital in Abuja. I saw his body before he was interred. But deep down inside me, I still feel that there is a distortion of reality somewhere.

I find it difficult to pin my experience of Wahab in one narration because he gave me an overload of experiences. I accept the fact that Wahab gave similar experiences to everyone who had an interaction him, but I feel that my relationship with him was extra-ordinary.

When I joined the FIRS from the newsroom a couple of years ago, I was hiding myself. One of my supervisors in the newsroom had advised that I should rather...