One year today I lost a beloved son Sam in a horrific accident in Harare.
Today I spare very special thoughts to the memory of my boy, gone too soon. 
The loss, that left a crater in my heart, is a fresh wound. I pray hard God gives me strength today that I can celebrate memories of the 21 years with my son

Son,
We are mere mortals. We live to die and die we must. It’s not for man to decide. But the creator.

My plans with you now in total disarray. Did I know God had his own plans for you too? Ndakaronga Dondo.

A man cries for his son. I must cry, Sam. It’s no weakness crying. Outpouring grief is the inner strength to express my feelings for you.

Your departure hurts me so much, son. The wound won’t heal because it can’t heal. But survive I must and continue your legacy. There is no time.

Son, we die to resurrect in the memories everlasting in the hearts of our loved ones. I love you son.

Pleasant memories I relish daily…joking, laughing together, engaging the man-to-man issues. Inga wange watova Rume Rimwe pakati pevamwe varume. Ndiyo Nzou yandinoziva iyoyo.

Your guitar, your saxophone, my own guitar. We went to sing ballads for the people. Only memories remain now.

The journey of life we walked side-by-side as father and son. But as friends too. I can’t betray your vision your dreams. I must accomplish for you.

In another world this day, I know you’re still the son I knew…a happy guy singing happy songs, edifying music. I know you’re shining too, smart and making new friends.

I’m proud of you mhuru yeNzou.

Yours daddy,
Tuku.
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