I heard of the passing of your soldier, regional chairman and Councillor Mk Shadreck Nyeku. Though shocked, I worried not for I remembered someone wrote death is nothing. Nyeku has only slipped into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains as it is. He is him and you are you. The life you lived fondly together is untouched and unchanged. Whatever you were to each other, that you are still.
Call him by old familiar names. Speak of him in the easier way you used. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorry. Laugh as you always laughed at the little jokes you had together. Let his name ever be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken with an effort, without a ghost of a shadow upon it
Life still means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. Why should he be out of mind for he is out of sight? He is but waiting for you, for an interval.
Somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again. May Mk Shadreck Nyeku Rest In Peace!