By Billy Mijungu
I do not know how to mourn you, Baba.
Perhaps Barack Obama feels the same.
For the man he once stood beside,
His timelines remain silent,
Maybe he has not yet heard that you are gone.
The world weeps in whispers tonight.
The wind carries your name softly.
Your story is too vast for paper,
Your journey too sacred for ink.
What remains is the ache of your absence.
You built bridges where walls once stood,
You carried Kenya through storms and seasons,
You dreamed of justice when hope was dim,
You stood for truth even when it wounded,
And you gave your life to the idea of a fairer land.
Baba, your courage wrote new pages of freedom,
Your steps planted seeds of unity and pride.
From Kibera to Kisumu, from Mombasa to Marsabit,
Your voice became the anthem of resilience,
Your vision the mirror of a better Kenya.
To Mama Ida, we send the warmth of our hearts,
For the love that steadied your home and his mission.
To your children, may your father’s light guide your paths.
To all who believed in you, let not your tears drown your hope.
For Baba lives, not in body, but in the breath of this nation.
Baba, you will live beyond your living.
In our tongues, our tears, our tomorrows.
Your name will rise with the morning sun,
And settle in the evening prayers of the humble.
Forever written on the soul of Kenya.
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