They were debate sessions. We sparred over the state of the country, journalism, international politics. In his colourful babanriga, feisty spirit and ringing voice, he spoke with me as though we were contemporaries. We were at polar points but we exchanged ideas with cheer. He came across as a profound follower of news and events around the world.
Our last tango was about American anchor Walter Cronkite. He wished we could replicate his stature. Cronkite made President Lyndon Johnson not to run for re-election.
The last time I saw him, he could not see me. I was compere at a book launch. He grabbed my hands and poured out a visceral prayer. It was a divine meeting. As he goes home, I also pray for him from the bottom of my heart. He was a great man.