Blessed are those who die in the Lord.In their death the righteous are at rest.My friend this is my tribute to you
You lived your your young life fully dependent on God and seeking Him.He found it well to call you to be with Him.
The day I was told of your demise will be the worst in my life.To think that by the time I invited you to come celebrate my graduation you had already left.
I can still remember the last time we talked and joked about who would marry next after our chairman. I keenly listened to you outlining your dreams and the things you wanted to do in the next few years.
I felt honoured and humbled at the same time when you asked me to come do back up for your songs.I always wondered why you insisted on paying me while I was happy doing it.Supporting a brother.
Humility and cheerful demeanour were the garments you wore.We will miss your good ideas,outspoken character and voice.Oh and that Kamba dancing style that was half lingala half African. We will feel something missing when we congregate to sing.
We won’t ask our Father questions but if there was a way to bring you back we would.My comfort is every time I think about you,God whispers that you’re asleep.I have this assurance that at the point of impact God allowed you to rest in place of pain.
Bosiko my friend,shine on your way.Rest in the Lord and I know one of these days our Lord will appear and that trumpet you shall hear from the grave and wake up to eternal joy.There we shall sing Hakuna Matata kwa Yesu.Koma Nesa.