Prof. Ken Walibora
This face Evokes memories of his voice, his charm, his laughter His calm and creativity, his game and generosity Now gone a year but not forgotten, This man of God, this Miomba, this Swahili wordsmith Defies description.
He didn’t live as though he wouldn’t die And didn’t die as though he never lived. A public figure, singularly individual to many. Often acclaimed, yet easily accepting reprove. He counselled, comforted, inspired and mentored Criss-crossing continents, against the glare of a thousand eyes. to Congregate with knowledge seekers.
We are a people whose tears did not wash away the pain. These are our questions, our qualms. and our quest For justice to be seen to be served. For death’s cruel grip to be undone, And God’s will on earth to be done, Till again, a smile lights up This face.
Rev 21.4….and death will be no more….
Ken yours was mystery; a death whose misery haunts many of us who knew you! We are, however, comforted by the fact that your immortal imprints on the sands of time depict the picture of a man whose character was beyond reproach! May your relations find solace in the hope of the life after death. RIP KEN
You will leave a mark that shall never be erased by the bruises of time