Life Gone Too Soon--- R.I.P. Owen. |
Kifo ni kizungumkuti kweli
Sikielewi, sikibaini katu
Death
is a mystery
I
don’t understand it
Kifo ni kama mlio wa radi
Kingurumapo dharuba yake huipuliza maisha
Death
is a rumble of thunder
When
it roars, a life is blown away
Kifo ni mwangwi
Ni kama upepo unaovuma kwa kasi
Death
is an echo
It
is like wind blowing furiously
Kifo ni sauti mwanana
Ni mziki mwororo sikio la mja huitikia
Death
is a soft lilting voice
It
is a soft music humans hear
Kifo ni uchungu, majonzi, simanzi
Ni jakamoyo linalokata maini
Death
is pain, sadness, tears
It
is a hacksaw into the liver
Kifo ni njia yetu sote waja
Leo tupo, kesho hatupo
Death
is Our Path, pilgrims,
Today
we are, tomorrow we are gone
Kifo ni tandabelua
Usiku wa kiza, unaogubika furaha
Death
is uncertainty
A
dark night, a silhouette of sorrow
Kifo ni maswali yaso majibu
Migongano ya hisia tofauti
Death
is a puzzle
A
mishmash of varied feelings
Kifo ni jembe dogo la kiserema
La kupalilia maua yaliyonyaushwa
Death
is a small hoe
To
harvest wilted flowers
Kifo ni lolote lile
La kutukumbusha sub’ra
Death
is anything
To
remind us of the virtue of patience
Kifo ni gari
Lisilo na dereva, japo wa ajabu
Death
is a vehicle
Without
a driver, yet a mysterious one
Kifo ni shubiri kwenye koo
Kifo ni pumzi kwenda mbio
Death
is an aloe to the throat
Death
is fast breathe
Kifo ni kibao kaburini
Kisemacho, “Usinitazame makaburini”
Death
is an epitaph
Saying,
“Don’t look for me in the cemetery”
Kifo ni mawazo, fikra
Ambayo hatutoizika kaburini
Death
is memories, reminiscence
That
can’t be buried
Kifo ni furaha, ni sherehe
Japo ya maisha yaliyoisha haraka
Death
is happiness, a celebration
Though
for a life nipped in the bud
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This
poem is an elegy to a good friend of mine who passed on. We studied Law
together. We were in the same firm together. This morning, I got the sad news
that he had passed on. Till we meet, Owen Ndika, till we meet. You took death
bravely and Tororot saw it befitting to call you. And as we, mere mortals and
pilgrims on this Earth, celebrate your life, may Tororot give us peace and
strength. It is difficult for your parents and relatives but let Tororot, the
Ultimate Comforter, be with them.
2 comments:
Beautiful and sad, my fellow pilgrim. He is gone too soon. Your poem has power and beauty.
Thanks a lot, Koko. This is my gift to a friend and colleague.
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