“Dready got a job to do,And he’s got to fulfil that mission ...Natty Dread rides again,Through the mystics of tomorrow,Natty Dread rides again:Have no fear, have no sorrow”— Bob MarleyDear Bo Bo,I was thinking about what to write this week and as much as I tried to think of something else, all I, and I suspect many others, could do is reflect on your life.For us, and maybe 50 other children from the eastern side of Devonshire, it started in 1973 in Mrs Harford’s P1 class at Elliot Primary School. For seven years, we were not simply classmates, we had the foundations of community and family.Yes, OK, well, there was that time that severely tested our school family when the girls told on us about having chalk fights. We all lined up and took that cane from Mrs Harvey like champs. Not one tear in our eyes; well, at least not until our mothers showed up and repeated the process.Even during our high school years, our school and community family bonds remained tight as most of us played football right back there at Elliot school for Wolves Sports Club, under the watchful eyes and fluid tongues of brothers Charles and Johnny Boyles.In retrospect, it was clear that even as time went on, our bonds as a community were solidified.Your home on Devon Springs Road, or as we called it back then, “St Brendan’s Road”, was a mecca for those who hoped to have a fast bike. I can still hear your mom asking if this was a house or “a pitstop down Coney Island”.As life progressed, you fell in love with a woman that would be by your side for more than 30 years. Mrs Crystal Saggar gave you, Bo Bo, the joy of being a proud husband and father to two lions of sons by the names of Marley and Ramsay Saggar.You took on a whole new aura about yourself and your mission in life to provide for them. Bo Bo, some days, I look at the piece of property that you started to build next to my house and how you were beaming with pride to have your own piece of the rock right on Hermitage Road, where we have spent our entire lives.I think back to the night there was an alarm going off at Elliot. Everyone in the area ran out to our beloved school, worried that it was on fire. Within a few minutes, we see this big Bermuda Fire and Rescue Service truck pull up.As the driver emerged, a giant cheer went up from the crowd, as it was none other than our local hero, Firefighter No 91 Ramsay “Bo Bo” Saggar. After a few minutes, you and crew No 4 came back from the school building and said it was a false alarm, then off drove our own Firefighter hero No 91.You see, Bo Bo, it is easy for us to remember the fun times. What will be probably most seared in our mind is the last few months that you have allowed us to share on your journey to Jah.Even in your trials, you made us laugh with your antics on Facebook and personal WhatsApp calls that you made. You were doing pretty good until you spoke of your devotion to Tottenham Hotspur.As you shared your most intimate thoughts as a man, your desire for us to look out for each other and the wish for national pettiness to end, it showed a level of humanity that is rarely seen.“Chris, please make sure that Crew No 4 gets through this.”No truer words of brotherhood and leadership can ever be spoken.Now that you are free, you can now kiss your mom and sister, then listen to Bob play live. We love you, Ramsay “Bo Bo” Saggar, Firefighter No 91, Wolf Pack for ever.Brother Bo Bo, your wife requested us to wear Bob Marley or football jerseys to your home-going service. Not sure if my old Wolves jersey will fit me but I definitely won’t be wearing a Spurs jersey.So, as you look down on us, I will be the one of the hundreds of your friends wearing Bob Marley shirts. Mine will simply say, “Jah Lives”.• Christopher Famous is the government MP for Devonshire East (Constituency 11). You can reach him at WhatsApp on 599-0901 or e-mail at cfamous@plp.bm