David Okafor

David came to this country with a suitcase and a plan. Forty years later, the plan had changed completely — he'd built something far better than anything he'd imagined on that first night in a shared flat in Peckham.

He was an engineer by training and a fixer by nature. Nothing was ever truly broken in David's eyes, only waiting for the right approach. He applied this philosophy equally to circuit boards, strained family relationships, and the ancient lawnmower that outlived three of his neighbours.

He loved jazz, terrible puns, and his daughter's cooking — though he would critique it in the same breath as complimenting it. She inherited the instinct. He would be pleased about that.

David Okafor. He fixed things.