That man was Babongile. From that day on, we became brothers - not just in name, but in purpose.Babongile didn't just exist in Bulawayo - he arrived. That was Babongile - laughter was his language, no matter the setting.He was Bulawayo's son, Bosso faithful, and a walking festival. Every nightclub, every beer garden, every backroom stage, and every wedding floor holds echoes of his voice, his laughter, his spirit. We will carry you in every beat, every bottle, every stage, every cheer for Bosso.Till we meet again.Your beloved brother and friend,Ezra Tshisa