My Uncle Paul, The Selfless Man. My memories of my uncle Paul are those of a selfless man who will spend his last dime to make others happy. My uncle was a good hearted man, he was a good man. I remember those days at Enugu and how we look forward to seeing uncle Paul - he will always give us money to buy snacks afterwards. I remember how he will drive us around to Polo Park, to the hospital when typhoid fever struck, to G.R.A to visit the Egbues, to school when Chike went to secondary school at Ngwo and so on. My dear uncle Paul, I will miss you dearly. Farewell.