I remember him as a man who was of good cheer always, loved making hearts glad and he always reminded me of the lifts he gave me and other girls from Gathirimu when he came to pick Keziah and Faith.

May his soul rest in peace and may Peace abound in his loved ones and all those whom he touched.

Rest at Jesus feet dad.

May God grant you comfort, peace, and strength during this difficult time. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

I celebrate you, Dad – my hero and mentor in so many ways. Your strength and courage, especially during the challenging one and a half years of dialysis, showed a warrior’s spirit that inspired everyone around you. That period was tough, filled with ups and downs, but you faced each day with determination and grace. Now, looking back on the moments we shared, I hold those memories close to my heart. They remind me of your resilience, your love, and the countless lessons you taught me. Though the journey was hard, the bond we forged through it all is a treasure I will forever cherish. Thank you for being the incredible person you are. Your legacy of bravery and mentorship will live on in everything I do.

You were a loving and devoted father who taught us the value of discipline and hard work. You always reminded us that “the early bird catches the worm”, encouraging us to start each day with purpose. I see so much of you in myself—your dedication, early rising habits, and perseverance have rubbed off on me in countless ways. From your then impressive career to the memorable road trips we took upcountry to pick mangoes, you shaped not just my character but also my outlook on life. Those travels and shared moments brought us closer and created lasting memories. Your guidance and example have truly shaped me into the person I am today, and I’m grateful for the lessons you passed down with love and care.

Indeed, you were an early riser, whether heading to work or simply relaxing at home on weekends or after retirement. I remember my college days at Strathmore when I had the special treat of eating breakfast out from Monday to Friday. This routine existed because my dad insisted we leave the house very early to beat traffic and save on fuel costs. With the savings, he would then treat me to breakfast (2 sausages & a cup of tea – no judging, please! the sausages were quality then, ha ha!) at Antonio’s or Café Helena near City Hall in the CBD. This gesture motivated me to wake up early every day, and I genuinely looked forward to our morning outings. The tradition continued even after I started my first job at Airtel and lasted until my dad retired. It was a simple yet meaningful way to start the day together and make early mornings special and something to enjoy rather than dread.

You were a truly jovial person who loved being around people. I’ll always miss our morning phone calls that abruptly stopped as illness weighed you down. You were an outgoing person who liked to speak about everything from your fascinating past travels to life’s many adventures. I especially remember the funny story of why you stopped watching football after being roughed up in Uganda for supporting a different team. Our conversations often wandered through trending news, politics and family matters, where your unique perspective always made me think. Sometimes we’d leave a discussion hanging, simply because we held different opinions—but that never lessened the warmth of our connection. Your lively spirit and storytelling made every call or chat something to look forward to, and those memories will always stay with me.

As a daddy’s girl, you cheered me on through every milestone, always there with warmth and encouragement. We shared a special, heartfelt bond that was genuine. Sometimes, you would even whisper little words of comfort or pride, making those moments feel even more personal and memorable. What I truly admired in you was your deep appreciation for small acts of kindness. Whether it was a simple gesture or a thoughtful word, you noticed and valued it, teaching me the importance of gratitude in everyday life. This unique blend of support, closeness, and genuine appreciation shaped our relationship into something truly meaningful and unforgettable.

I could go on and on but let me pause here and wrap up and finally say, on that unforgettable Black Monday, January 19th, I was getting ready for work around 7:20 a.m. when suddenly, anxiety took hold of me. Dressed completely in black, I felt an overwhelming confusion and wondered what was happening. Later, I learnt that you were transitioning during that time – a profound moment that connected us in an unexpected way. Dad, I loved you in life, and my love endures beyond death. While I can’t be with you now, I hope you’re dancing with the angels, free and at peace. I guess I’ll see you when my time comes. Until then, your memory and love remain with me every day.

From Loving Daughter – Keziah

He was a champion and best example of good neighbourliness.

Growing up during my teen/ youth, he would come true when parents were broke, “mwezi iko corner”. Mbugus shop was the closest help…

He had a soft spot for the youth, never bypassed without a word.
Many would not allow guys to hang around there business but Mbugus shop was a landmark, meeting point before old boys depart for night parties.

Also, he was never happy to see any child at home while others are at school.

He got concerned as a parent.
He definitely was a good parental example of the 80’s and 90’s generation.

We loved you but God loved you more Mzee Mbugus.

To family, friends and all neighbors Buru ph1.
Take heart and may God comfort you during this difficult time.

Fondly remembered, May Almighty God rest his soul in eternal peace.
🕯️🕯️🕯️
Marto (Chichi 102)