Ayub Abdul will surely be missed. We always had a few chuckles every time I saw him at Street Sense for class. He’d bother me about my “Chi” and “inner-being”. (For those of you that don’t know, Ayub was a talented Tai Chi expert). I’d then bother him about his various girlfriends. Ayub was 70, but he was still easy on the eyes… And he knew it too! Everywhere we went, women would stop to talk to him. He’d surprise me because no matter the woman’s nationality, Ayub would speak in THEIR native tongue! What a flirt! French, Arabic, Chinese, Ethiopian. He was a legend, and I will miss reading his poetry and seeing his smiling face riding up on his scooter. Rest in Heaven, Friend. You taught me a lot.
