Benjamin Otieno Ayimba, OGW
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It is with humble acceptance that we, the Ayimba family, announce the death of our beloved brother, Benjamin Otieno Ayimba, OGW on Friday 21st May, 2021 in Nairobi, Kenya.
A celebrated Kenyan rugby international during his playing days and a successful national team coach afterwards, Benjamin was the son of Joachim Ayimba, Esther Akinyi Ayimba and the late Mama Bentar Apondi Ayimba.
Husband of Caroline Waswa and dedicated father to Brian, Gabriel, Keenan and Eli Benjamin Ayimba.
Funeral meetings are taking place from 5.30pm every Tuesday and Friday at YMCA, South C, Nairobi.
Burial arrangements will be communicated in the next few days.
“Do not be afraid; only believe.” — Mark 5:36
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Rest In Peace Benja!
It was sometime in January or was it February when the “monos” had just arrived in school. The talent scouts had convinced a number of them to try out for the rugby team.
It’s that day when I first spotted this young stocky built happy-go-lucky fella on the touch line of that hallowed turf that’s neatly divided by the equator.
He wore a black polo T-shirt and black pants and brand new sneakers putting our by now tattered rags that our coach Mr. Afuata fondly referred to as “mau mau” to shame. I still remember thinking rather bemusedly to myself, that my kit once looked like that too…. once upon a time 😊
That day was particularly hard for him. In 1st term cross country was compulsory. And dare Mr. Agutu the sports master find you malingering. Between 4 and 6pm we had to run through those Bunyore Hills past Emabungo market and back in time for rugby practice. Star jumps, pushups, barpies, sprints and worst of all tackle practice would follow, after which we’d conclude with 5-10 minutes of touch rugby before evening assembly.
That day; His first day and not accustomed to all the physical exertion was particularly extra hard .Tackle practice was brutal. It was a tough induction to that game of ruffians played by gentlemen. We’d typically be left with less than 25% of those who first tried out after the 1st week. But those who persevered beyond “hell” week usually stuck.
Unsurprisingly he never showed up the next day for practice. But my senior and dorm-mate the late Dr. James Achola who was conviced he saw a diamond in the rough formed a posey to convince him to come back and give it another shot……
And boy did you make a come back……To the point where one day towards the end of that year and already well and truly inducted into the school team, I asked him what his career aspirations were and he said he wanted a career in rugby…..Something so far fetched at the time that I told him . “Man, seems you were hit a lot harder on the field that day than we thought initially….you’re talking crazy. No one leaves Maseno to go play rugby.” But I was wrong. Indeed nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come. We were always taught that whatever we did and wherever we went it was “expected” that a Maseno boy will lead. And lead he did as only true pedigree could and on a global stage no less…..”Kinda Piny”.
Rest In Peace Benja…..What a great innings you had.
Rest in peace bro