I have a friend called Kwadwo F-Boakye, or Jerry for short. ;) The first time I set eyes on him, I never imagined that in a few years, he would become the best thing that ever happened to me. Before I knew him, if I had passed him in the streets, I would have seen him but not noticed him. Know why? That's because he doesn't walk around with his pants low, or have an outrageous haircut, or wear dangling blings that look like they're about to behead him. Kay is ostensibly quiet, and yes, I mean ostensibly. He scurries about his business with a slight smile on his face, all intent on his purpose. I really don't know how to describe him properly, so instead, I put it in a poem. I know it doesn't do him justice, but this is for you Jerry :) You speak brilliance and rap words, you breathe genuis and stroke chords, Your mind's a maze, Your thouhgts a craze, trying to understand, is like swimming in sand, you're making an effort, but getting nowhere. You...