I am back and starting with a tribute to Franklyn Lowe, a GBSS Hostel Boy, recently deceased.’ Apap’, like the others before him, has gone ‘beyond the moon’. From Apap, one enjoyed a great sense of humor, a controlled voice, a winning smile, and an embracing, contagious laugh, A small guy with a big intellect, he never wore it unnecessarily on his sleeve. His greetings were always a short ‘ap’; his nickname probably distilled way down from ‘what’s happening?”. He was a Good Man. Farewell, Apap!
Here is what his close friend: George ‘Jube’ Hamlet has to say about him
Apap or Apapie was one of my dear pals. We complemented each other. Though I was older than he was, and taller, he, was always a faster walker and always seemed to be on a mission. As fellow teachers at SAAS, we shared hours of light and serious talk in the staff room. Apap had unusual comments for lots of things and people he saw around him. I remember him describing a lady dressed in white as her garment being as white as angel petticoat. At times he expressed strongly a feeling that Columbus would return to Grenada and meet everything and everyone intact. Apap was able to laugh at his own jokes and what a laugh he had. I picture him laughing even now.
About a year before he left us, I remember taking to Franklyn (as we grew older we began to use our given names). We reminisced about our days in La Baye and all the characters we knew. Though he had gone through a long illness, he was always optimistic, and looked forward to returning to Grenada. We both promised to catch up down there.
With all the fun and laughter he shared, Franklyn was a man of deep faith. Many a Sunday I would visit him only to find him immersed in his bible. He knew his God.
My fondest years with Apap were those spent at UWI. We began our University life in the same year; our rooms on Campus were next door, and we pursued the same discipline …… Economics. So we like brothers for those years.
Apap was the studious guy. We however found lots of time to lime together – at the Student Union, the Bastille (nurses home on campus), or the environs around the university, more specifically Papine. Those were the good old days. Franklyn was a quiet lad, and extremely intelligent. He helped me along with my course load and was always there to encourage me.
We did link up again after University. We both worked in Jamaica after graduation. Then, a little more mature, we dwelt a lot on the old days. My man Apap never lost his ability to laugh heartily. I surely miss him, and most of all his bright smile