Fanuel Mukungu Wakhu, (1933 - 2024) - ForeverMissed.com Online Memorials

"For the righteous man is taken away from calamity; he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness."
Isaiah 57: 2

90 years old
Born on August 22, 1933 in Khwisero, Kakamega County, Kenya
Passed away on July 23, 2024 in Kisumu, Kisumu County, Kenya

We celebrate the life of Rev. Mzee Fanuel Mukungu Wakhu (Baba Rose), a beloved patriarch, teacher and man of God. Your legacy continues in the many lives you touched with your kindness and generosity and lives on in those you loved.

Rest in peace until we meet again.

FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS
Burial Date: Saturday,  2 August 2024
Service: Khwisero, Western Kenya
Watch the burial here.

EULOGY OF REV. FANUEL MUKUNGU WAKHU

Childhood and Early Life
Fanuel Wakhu, fondly referred to as "Professor" and "Baba Rose," was born on August 22, 1933, in the village of Emwilu to the late Aristarico Mukungu and the late Agnetta Atakaya “Owelirembe.” He was the eldest of six siblings: Meldina, the late Josiah, the late Francis, Donald, and William. He shared a special bond with his siblings, particularly his sister Meldina, who would escort him to school, carrying his suitcase. He diligently performed daily chores and brought joy to his parents. He cherished spending holidays in Emang'eli, Bunyore where he bonded with his maternal uncles. His mother, a devout Christian from Bunyore, instilled strong Christian values in him from a young age. He was cherished by many.

Education and Career
Fanuel’s parents moved to Elukari when he reached school-going age, where he attended Mwihila Primary School from 1942 to 1946. He excelled and was admitted to Musingu Secondary School, later moving to Kakamega High School, becoming the only student from his village at that time to achieve this. He studied there from 1948 to 1950. After completing secondary education, he enrolled at Siriba Teachers Training College (TTC) in 1955, as a teacher. During his college years, he worked as a casual laborer at Mwihila during school holidays to pay his fees, as his parents couldn't afford them.

He began his teaching career at Mwihila, where the local chief recognized his potential and selected him to work in the Ministry of Lands in Kakamega, conducting land demarcation in Elukari and issuing title deeds. He also pursued a development course which qualified him to join either the University of Nairobi or Makerere University.

In 1964, he chose to join the University of Nairobi, pursuing both a diploma and a degree in science. His outstanding performance led to multiple scholarship offers abroad. Despite these opportunities, he chose to stay in Kenya, prioritizing his family's needs over international prospects.  The first opportunity was a scholarship to Germany, which had the condition that he first learn the German language. He turned down this offer because he felt that it was not important to learn a new language at the time. On another occasion, he was offered a scholarship to the United States of America, with a condition that he be accompanied by his wife and only two children yet he had eight children. He again turned down this offer because he wanted to be present for his family. This is because his wife had previously stayed alone with the children for a long time. He wanted to take up his responsibility in bringing up his children in the same environment.  Instead, he chose to become a lecturer at the Kenya Science Teachers College (KSTC), becoming one of the first Kenyans to be posted there.

He rose through the ranks from lecturer to head of the biology department, acting as principal on several occasions. He retired in 1987 as the Head of the Biology Department at KSTC. Shortly after, Mr Geoffrey William Griffin (RIP), the founding Director of Starehe Boys' Centre and School in Kenya, sought him out to teach biology.

Personal Life
Fanuel met the love of his life, Christine, daughter of Rev. Habil and Josephine Olembo from Wanakhale, in 1958 at a youth convention at Church of God. They married in 1960 at the Mwihila Church of God, officiated by Rev. Musa Eshipiri. They were blessed with the following children: Perpetua, Rose, Patrick, Jerry, Katherine, the late Jimmy, Gladys, Josephine, and Patricia. In 1969, he moved his family to Nairobi, where they continued to grow and thrive together.

He would occasionally gather his large family into his beloved wagon, a Volvo named ‘Old Faithful’ with the registration KKZ 266, and take them to watch classic movies like ‘Gone with the Wind’ and ‘The Ten Commandments’ at the drive-in cinema. On other occasions, he would take them bowling at Adams Arcade.

Life in a large family was never dull; there were always school trips, prize-giving days, weddings, and various other events. He was present for them all. His third son, the late James Curtis (JC), had a talent for creating nicknames. Everyone in the family, including the extended family, had an alias, and for his dad, he chose the name ‘Moon.’ This fond pet name became a cherished way to refer to their father.

Community Involvement
Fanuel’s passion for community service led him to join Kenya YMCA in the 1980s, where he was elected to serve on the Nairobi Central YMCA branch management committee. His leadership prowess saw him elected to the National Executive Committee in the 1990s, where he contributed immensely to the growth of Kenya YMCA. His father's influence in organizing community events and ‘Okhulukha’ granaries inspired his commitment to community service.

Faith and Church Life
Having been brought up as a staunch Christian, he did not lose sight of the teachings even when he moved to the city. He continued to instill Christian values in his children.  On relocating to Nairobi, he joined the Nairobi Baptist Church where he was an active member. He attended church with his family every Sunday.  I guess he did this for his children to ensure that they got a strong Christian foundation. His wife and children got involved in church activities like singing in the church choir and teaching Sunday School.

Once his children were of age, he and his wife moved back to their parent church, the Church of God in Kaloleni to play a more active role in service. Here he continued to hone his Christian attributes as a member of the Compassion and Mzee Kanisa. Whenever he went to church, his first stop was at the Sunday school section. His love for children was evident in the way he related to the kids. He never lacked a sweet or a packet of biscuits for them. They loved him and flocked around him. He was also very instrumental in conflict resolution and many were the times he was called in to give direction. It was because of his humility and passion for God's work that he was selected to undergo training which cumulated in him being ordained as a Lay Leader in August 2017 at the Church of God headquarters Mission in Kima. His service was defined by his love for God, and he served Him in any capacity as long as it brought glory to God’s name.

Mzee was the first chairman of the Kaloleni Church of God, Child and Youth Development Centre that is sponsored by Compassion International  February 2011 to 2015. He played a crucial role in bringing the project to the church and signed the first partnership agreement between Compassion International and the church. He was consulted for direction by workers, pastors and the leadership in Nairobi cluster from all the churches assisted by Compassion. He used his personal finances to install the first-ever Wi-Fi at the Kaloleni Church of God when the church hosted the Day of the African Child celebrations in Nairobi.  He kept time and never missed any project meetings. After handing over the project, he continued to show interest and would call to get progress updates on the project and the welfare of the workers.

He was a unifying force in the church. He demonstrated this when he unified Judea and Samaria Ushirika groups at the Church of God. He served as Baba Kanisa at Kaloleni Church of God even as his health was failing him. He believed that one day when God called him home and asked him what he did with his talents, he would have to account and therefore made every effort to give a good report.

Sickness
Mzee lived a healthy life until late 2019 when he began experiencing health challenges due to a fall. Initially, doctors recommended physiotherapy to address the injuries. However, the discomfort persisted.  Further tests in February 2021 revealed cancer. He underwent outpatient treatment at Nairobi Hospital until November 2023. While visiting his village home he fell critically ill. Hospitalized at Western Heart & Cancer Hospital Kisumu for two months, he did not recognize his family and could not speak. This was deeply traumatic for them. Miraculously, he regained his ability to speak and began recovering, returning home in January 2024 under the care of a trained caregiver. Sadly, he was readmitted in July and passed away on July 23, 2024, due to opportunistic infections.

Legacy Quotes

• A gentleman per excellence.

• He had an extraordinary calmness around him, never in a hurry and very polite, nothing ever irritated or agitated him.

• He loved his wife to a fault. He allowed her to travel the world and would forgo his own comfort to ensure that she was happy.

• A keen Biologist, a lover of knowledge, meticulous, supportive and most friendly teacher!

• Mzee was a man of his word. He was a loyal friend and a trustworthy companion.

• Mr Wakhu lived a life of many blessings: longevity, sagacity, productivity and took everything with hearty laughter.

• He was not one to focus on material gain and was contented to live a quiet life in South C.

• He was moved by the plight of the disadvantaged and used the pocket money he received to meet their needs.

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Uncle Wakhu was a beacon of wisdom, gentleness, and tranquility in our lives. His laid-back demeanor and generous spirit made every visit to his shop a cherished occasion, especially when shared with Aunt Christine. Whether it was his calm presence that soothed heated discussions or his quiet, reassuring laughter that brightened our days, Uncle Wakhu had a unique way of making everyone feel at ease.

His dedication to family, both immediate and extended, was evident in everything he did. He never sought the spotlight but always played a pivotal role in nurturing and supporting those around him. His voice was never raised, but his actions spoke volumes about his love and commitment.

We will forever hold dear the memory of his genuine laugh and the care he extended to all of us. Uncle Wakhu’s legacy of kindness and peace will continue to inspire and comfort us.

With heartfelt remembrance,

Norman, Annastacia, and family

August 22

Happy 1st Birthday in Heaven, Daddy
August 22 hits different this year! You would've been 91! Instead…I feel the absence of your physical presence, your soft and sophisticated voice, your beautiful smile and your caring embrace. Today, I begin the first of many “Happy Birthday in Heaven” type of birthdays for you. But in spite of it all, I carry you in my heart always, celebrate you always, and love you always, always, and only always!!!
Happy Birthday in Heaven, Dear Daddy. You are loved and missed sooo sooo much! ❤️️

August 22

Uncle Wakhu, Heaven is lucky to have an amazing person like you.
Wishing you a Happy Birthday In Heaven.
Rest In Peace.

August 22

Kuka had a way of making everyone in the room feel special. He walked with goodies wherever he went. The goodies ranged from sweets and yummy fruits and bibo when we were much younger. Kuka loved and loved gently and truthfully. Always identified with us. From our studies to our jobs. Kuka was always willing to help in whatever way he could. It definitely has been such a great privilege to have had him around. We will surely miss the love, firm handshakes, smiles, words of wisdom, the hugs, and the laughter. Till we meet again, you are forever in our hearts and we love you.

August 22

I always enjoyed our conversations whenever we met. It was always important to you to know how I was doing, where I was in life and if I was experiencing any challenges. You would engage me fully and always paid attention to what I said, such that when we met after some time, you would follow up and follow through. I would feel very important when we would interact and to be honest, that really helped boost my self-confidence because with you, I was actually an important person who deserved an ear!

I remember how soft spoken you were but always had wise words to share every time we would drive from Kaloleni to South C. The trips were always filled with laughter and the distance would feel so short because of the intensity of conversations we had. It is funny how you would make me feel so important and at the same time would still impact so powerfully over the lives of so many people. That just shows how loving and kind you were to all that you interacted with. In you I saw what it meant to maintain high levels of integrity and humility. Your humility was so real that I actually got to learn of all your greatness when I heard all the powerful tributes that were being shared. Kumbe my Sunday afternoon rides from church were shared with one of the great powerful men of our Nation!

I thank God for the time He allowed for us to share with you and for the memories as well. We will forever miss you but we are comforted in the knowledge that you are in heaven celebrating with the Almighty God.

Till we meet again Prof!

August 20

OUR GREAT HERO
Rev. Charles Mmasi - Associate Pastor, Kaloleni Church of God.

It is with great sorrow that we have lost our Hero, Rev. Fanuel Mukungu Wakhu. However, because we trust in God's word that our deeds will follow us when we die, I strongly believe his soul is with the Lord. Mzee was an extraordinary man - a faithful Christian who was always ready to help without expecting anything in return. Despite being a scholar, he devoted much of his time to church work.

Affectionately referred to as "Kuka Sweety" by the Sunday School children, he made sure they always had something to chew whenever he appeared before them. His care and concern extended to the entire church, and he was loved for it. He transformed the church by introducing cost-effective accounting methods and impacted many spiritually. He also generously shared his academic knowledge with the youth during his "Maarifa Lectures."

Finally, the scripture says in Matthew 18:18, "Whatever is bound on earth is also bound in heaven, and whatever is accepted on earth is also accepted in heaven." May he rest in peace.

Rev. Charles Mmasi
Associate Pastor
Kaloleni Church of God

August 20

IN LOVING MEMORY OF GUKA
Steve & Family (Guka's Barber)

Your presence in our life has been a source of comfort, guidance an unconditional love. The memories we have created are etched in our hearts, a testament to the special connection we share.

Nakumbuka you used to emphasize the first impression someone makes. Ulikuwa unasema mtu anafaa kuwa msafi na amejipanga.

Your wisdom, kindness and unwavering support have shaped us into the people we are today. Whether it was sharing stories, teaching valuable life lessons or simply being there to listen. You have always been a pillar of strength and a source of inspiration. Though we may not share the same blood, the love and affection you have shown us have transcended any biological connection. Your impact on our lives is profund and we are forever grateful for all the moments we shared. In your honor, we carry forward the lessons you have taught us, the values you have instilled in us and the love you have given so freely.
Your memory will always hold a special place in our hearts and we will cherish our moments together for eternity.
Thank you for being the best DAD and GUKA a heart could ask for.
We will miss you

August 20

TO OUR DEAR FRIEND
George Arunga Sino & Family

It is with deep sorrow yet immense gratitude that I, on behalf of my family and myself, pay tribute to a remarkable man, a great friend and a mentor Fanuel M Wakhu. He lived an extraordinary life and touched the hearts of many people. Through his life spanning different generations - from the Silent Generation to the famous Gen Z and now the Gen Alpha - he remained a steady guiding force in our lives. His stories, filled with wisdom and humor, connected us to our past and inspired us to live in the present, move forward with hope and courage.

My earliest memories of Fanuel date back to 1972, when I was just a child. As a great close friend of my late parents Mr. And Mrs. Alfred Inganga Sino, he was a constant presence in our lives as our late parents held him in very high esteem. This bond extended not only to me, my siblings but also to my children, who have their own fond memories of moments they shared together. Together with his wife Christine, he generously opened up their home to us in a city riddled with suspicion and mystery. He selflessly gave us a platform of hope on which to build our lives. Even when he was unwell in hospital, he remained sharp as a tack until the very end, exuding a calm demeanor and an air of wisdom and humility.

I fondly remember the times when he used to visit us in Ebulanda village, accompanied by his late brother Josiah (RIP). His visits were more than mere social calls; they were moments filled with warmth, wisdom, and a sense of genuine companionship that left an indelible mark on our hearts. Whether he was on holiday or supervising teachers on their teaching practice, his visits were always eagerly anticipated and greatly appreciated. He was a pillar of strength and a beacon of light in our lives, and his legacy is one that we are all inspired to emulate.

The greater Inganga Sino family remains deeply indebted to Fanuel and his family. He touched our lives in ways that words alone cannot define, with humility that was the very fabric of his being. We extend our heartfelt gratitude to his immediate family for allowing us the privilege of sharing in the love and light that was Fanuel their father.

Fanuel has now passed the torch to us, leaving us with the greatest responsibility of all: to carry on the ideals he cherished so deeply. As we reflect on his life, let us all honor his memory and be guided by his example of unwavering friendship, selfless generosity, profound humility and a love for God.

Though he is no longer with us, his spirit will continue to guide and inspire us as we celebrate a life well-lived.

Rest in peace, dear Fanuel. Your legacy lives on in our hearts, and we will forever be grateful for the time we shared with you. It is well.

---------------------------------- George Arunga Sino & Family-----------------------------------

Mwalimu Alfred Inganga Sino’s Family

August 20

Tribute from Mwalimu Alfred Inganga Sino’s Family

Mwalimu Fanuel Wakhu, you were one of the most cherished nephews and adored friend of our father, the late Mwalimu Alfred Inganga (your uncle). You were not just a cousin to the family, but indeed a brother who stuck closer than a friend. You loved and cherished Mwalimu Inganga’s family with a passion. You remained a very true and close friend to us, his children plus our children even after his death in 1989 to the very end. From our very earliest memories, you were always there for us, supporting, advising, counselling and loving us unconditionally. Your house was always open to us. You always welcomed us with open arms and a hearty smile. You were always warm, easy and your laughter could light up the darkest room for us. Your sense of humor was infectious and you always had a knack for making us smile and feel at home. You inspired us to greater heights and taught us the values of kindness, discipline and hard work. Your great intellect, humility, wisdom, guidance, strength and purity of heart are the pillars upon which our family stands on today.
Your demise leaves a huge void that can never be filled. As we bid you farewell, we take solace in knowing that your legacy lives on in us. We will honor your memory by living life with incredible passion and spirit as we carry on the values you imparted in us for generations to come. And in doing so, we will keep your spirit alive.
Our sister in-law Christine, your children and grant children, please be comforted and strengthened by the Lord at this time of such deep loss and mourning by knowing that Papa has gone ahead of us to prepare a place for us. We stand with you and continue praying for you.

Om shanti Om Shanti Om Shanti Shanti Shanti.

----------------------Mwalimu Alfred Inganga Sino’s Family----------------------

August 19

It is with a heavy heart that I write, having had the profound privilege of caring for Mr. Fanuel Wakhu. In my time with him, I came to know a person of rare and gentle grace - a soul whose quiet presence spoke volumes.

Fanuel was a person of extraordinary kindness. He had a way of making every interaction feel meaningful with a mere smile.

I recall when he would come to the hospital on his appointment dates for check-ups and would light up when I welcomed him to the hospital.

His presence was a reminder of the beauty that can be found in quiet strength and humility

During this time loss, may you find solace in the cherished memories of Fanuel Wakhu and in the knowledge that their spirit has left an indelible mark on our lives

Oripah Alwala

August 18

He was an uncle. A very jolly man. At one point he was like a father to me. We thank God for the good years we had uncle. Continue resting in God's arms. Till we meet!

August 18

DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL
Josephine Andeyo Wakhu (Middy)

With tear-filled eyes and a heart weighed down with grief, I struggle to write or even summarise my tribute. Yet, I find solace in the comforting thoughts of the incredible life Daddy led – a life truly worthy of emulation. I firmly believe you are now resting in the Lord’s bosom.

I am Daddy’s little girl, a title I wear with immense pride, for I was undeniably his girl. I even bear his likeness. How can I possibly begin to eulogize my father? My heart is bleeding, and the pain is unbearable. His departure has totally shattered my world. What am I to do with all the promises we made to each other?

Daddy was a constant and cherished presence in my life. He never raised a hand to hit me, except for that one memorable day when I climbed the roof of our KSTC house to feast on the juiciest loquat fruits. I received one severe beating, and from that day, I never climbed any trees and learned he wanted me to be a lady, not a tomboy.

In every milestone of my life, Daddy held my hand through thick and thin. He would drop me off and pick me up from school every single day in our “old faithful” vintage Volvo KKZ 266. He was involved in every detail of my life. When I was in primary school at St. George’s, with the introduction of Art & Craft on the syllabus, he ensured I had what we needed for our 844 carpentry classes and passed the subject with flying colours. He arranged for a driver to take my classmates and I to the Kenya Science Teachers College workshop to build a rabbit hutch for our practical. He made sure we understood every step and took part in the construction process. For our science classes, he supplied our class with apparatus such as light prisms, microscopes, magnifying glasses, thermometers, etc helping us engage with hands-on experiments and observations, making science more interactive and fun. I became the popular Professor's daughter in class.

During the long school holidays, he made sure I spent at least 3 hours each day studying. He provided me with books to read and required me to summarize what I had learned. He also tutored me in math using a Kiswahili book, followed by quizzes that he would mark and comment on. Meanwhile, my younger sister Patricia would always get off easy, spending her time playing with her peers at the college kids' playground.

Growing up at KSTC, we were fortunate to have access to the students' recreational facilities. While my siblings made regular trips to the swimming pool every weekend, I was too scared to swim and only clung to the shallow end, dipping in and out of the water. I’m not sure how Daddy picked up on my fear, but soon after, he took my younger sister Patricia and I to the YMCA Central for swimming lessons. I eventually became quite skilled and participated in several school competitions, proudly bringing home trophies to show him.

Daddy was a passionate patriot and a dedicated KANU supporter. His profession earned him presidential invitations to national celebrations at both the stadiums and State House, and I had the privilege of accompanying him to these events. He and Mummy encouraged me to join the Kenya Girl Guides, where I became involved with the Brownies and occasionally participated in parades during ceremonies. I memorized all the patriotic songs and was an active member of my high school choir as well as the secondary school mass choirs.

As a teenager in high school in Eldoret, I didn't get many visits, but Daddy, who was a member of the Board of Governors, would visit for board meetings. I would know he had been around when the headmistress handed me a packet of goodies, he’d left behind for me. He preferred not to interrupt my studies, so he'd quietly slip back to Nairobi. Remarkably, Daddy handled my back-to-school personal essentials shopping at the start of each term. Knowing how much I disliked taking the bus to Eldoret, he always dropped me off at the Nairobi train station for my journey to school. He even arranged for me to be picked up from the station early in the morning when I arrived.

Education was paramount to him. Despite him lacking the resources, he ensured that I was enrolled at a private university for my undergraduate studies. At the end of every semester, he asked to see my transcripts and wouldn’t accept any grade below a B+. Before embarking on my MBA, he arranged a tutor for me at Starehe Boys Center to assist me in preparing for my GMAT.

In return, I too ensured I took part in most of his milestones. Daddy loved the Lord and he took his church leadership roles very seriously. I attended all his church functions and ordinations. Being miles apart. I have been fortunate to have supportive employers who have allowed me to travel for daddy’s important milestones. I know it gave him such joy seeing me there. He would proudly introduce me to his peers as "meet my daughter, my second last born." I was surely Daddy’s little girl.

Daddy was a man of few words, but when he spoke, we all listened. He imparted wisdom without preaching, guiding without imposing. "Always be true to yourself," he’d say, "and the right path will unfold before you." He taught me the value of integrity, the importance of standing up for what is right, and the courage to face adversity head-on. These lessons have shaped who I am today, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Daddy has been ailing for some time. When he passed away this week, even though I knew it was coming, I was unprepared for the reality. I hoped for more time to come to terms with his impending departure. I had been in denial since his diagnosis, praying fervently for more time. My life will never be the same again. I am hurting so so bad; I am in pain. I have lost my friend, my cheerleader, my rock.

Till we meet again Daddy - I LOVE YOU.

August 18

I can't summarize my relationship with you in few words because you have simply been dad to me throughout my life. I started by being KIJANA because of my playful nature growing up and inspite of that you never lifted a finger on me, thanks to Jimmy(RIP) who I spent lots of time with.
I feel priviledged to know that even when I was evidently old enough to be in a house of my own, you still didn't wish to detach and you referred to me as GLADYS, your protective nature was your bond with your girls, but eventually I did but we spent a lot of time together when I would leave work and pass by South C before going to my rented house
Your diagnosis in the year 2021 hit me pretty badly because I became very unproductive at work and my supervisor noticed, though he became very concerned knowing me as a diligent worker.
When we travelled together to the village in October 2023, I knew it was just for a few days to relax and unwind and we made several walks together to stretch and learn about your life and times as a young man living in the village,but that extended admission at the Kisumu heart centre made all of us very vulnerable because you never spoke nor recognized us,but we kept hope alive and continued visiting even when it took a toll on mum's back, and God woke you up and you spoke and walked again on your own from January 2024 for another 7 months. By this time you were referring to me as MAMA
These last few days with you have been very confusing because I had to leave and I didn't know when I'd be back again to see you! I'm glad I called you a day before and you recognised me but you looked tired. I thank God for the full life you lived, I know you are in the presence of God and that gives me great consolation, but I miss you this side of heaven, I LOVE YOU even in death

August 18

TO MY LOVING HUSBAND
Christine Aluso Wakhu (Mama Rose)

Mzee Fanuel Wakhu, whom we now fondly refer to as Baba Rose, and I met in 1958. He was in the company of two humble handsome gentlemen – Rev. Samuel Wakhu and Jonathan Omufila. From our initial interactions, it became clear to me that we had a lot in common. It was the closing day of the Youth Convention at Ebusilaro Church of God. We walked together along the Luanda / Kima road and parted ways at Emuhaya. As we walked something unnatural was beating inside my heart since my father Rev. Habil Olembo was a very staunch and strict Christian.

The exchange of letters between boys and girls was unheard of in those days and so, with our youthful instincts we learned how to be careful. The Late Edward Khasakhala who also loved beautiful girls, had employed a boy who knew the challenges that youngsters were going through. When you met him, you would observe from his body language that he had a letter for you, and so you would follow him and retrieve the letter secretly. We called them ‘missives’. When I received a missive from Baba Rose, my heart trembled! It was the first letter I had ever received from a boy in my life. I ran home and left again, pretending that I was going to the stream to fetch water as I clutched onto the letter tightly, hiding it.

When I opened the letter, I found that it was Baba Rose, the boy who looked sober and quiet had written to me. His initials were FMW and I recalled that even before he had written the letter to me, I had read some of his notes in school from my desk mate Ramona Ayieko. This added to my urge to reply to his letters.

Rev Samuel Wakhu was a major player in this episode too. He won my mother’s heart with his persuasive tongue. He would call me to a corner and utter the words “Still waters run deep” in reference to Baba Rose. The rest is history. When Baba Rose and I met again in a Teachers Training College, our relationship grew stronger and my mother also came to love him dearly. Whenever he wanted to see me, he sent Samuel Wakhu to come and ask my mother to allow me to be out of our house for a few hours. We dated for three years. Like any relationship, ours had its ups and downs. The bond between us only grew stronger, eventually leading to our marriage in 1960 at the Mwihila Church of God. Our wedding was officiated by Rev. Musa Eshipiri. Soon after, we were posted to Ematioli as teachers. My sister Lydia Shikumo, later joined us at Ematioli. Although he loved my sisters, the late Lydia Shikumo and Dr Sarah Olembo, being the disciplined man that he was, Baba Rose deeply respected them and strictly maintained healthy boundaries. “Siyakholakhwo amahaka tawe”.

Baba Rose thereafter left to study at the University of Nairobi and left me at home with the children, Perpetua, Rose, Patrick, Jerry, Katherine and Jimmy. Our daughter, Gladys was born in 1969, the year we moved to Nairobi to be with Baba Rose who had joined the Kenya Science Teacher’s College as a Lecturer. Our youngest daughters, Josephine and Patricia were born in Nairobi. We were busy parents, raising these wonderful children that God had blessed us with. What a wonderful husband he was! Up to this day, I have always felt lucky and secure with Baba Rose.

We had great cousins who included Joseph Ayuya, who opened my first bank account at National Bank of Kenya, Alfred Shikhule, Zephania Oyale, Wycliffe Etindi and Edward Otwoma. They all loved our children and interacted easily with them. Later on my brother-in-law Joseph Shikumo also became a very important member of our family circle. Alfred Shikhule played a key role in helping us along the road to owning our own family house and home in Nairobi South C.

Baba Rose was always very supportive to me in my career growth from an Approved Teacher 2 all the way to my retirement as Headmistress of Kibera Primary School. He also encouraged me to expose myself to different cultures and people through travel and touring world. The highlight of this was my tour of the Holy Cities in Israel and Egypt. His wise counsel was instrumental in enabling me to return from my tour with a certificate of Honor (as a pilgrim). Not everyone received this certificate because majority of the teachers decided to visit London without completing the tour. It was a wonderful experience which helped me grow very strong in the Lord. It also helped me promote teachers on my staff on merit. This was because I wrote a very good report on the Middle East which earned me an honor from the Education Office. Because of this, my request to promote my teachers was accepted. Baba Rose and I were also lucky to travel together on a few occasions. The most memorable was our visit to USA to attend the graduation of our last born daughter, Patricia.

The Illness
Baba Rose and I traveled to our village home in October 2023 and have been here since. During our time in the village, we have learned many lessons. The most profound of these lessons, are those imparted on us, as we nursed him through his illness. The most trying time during his long illness was when he was admitted to the Western Kenya Heart & Cancer Hospital Kisumu in November 2023 in very critical condition. The hospital which is owned and run by the descendants of the Inganga family took on the burden of treatment wholeheartedly proving the old adage that ‘Blood is thicker than water’. Baba Rose received VIP treatment at the hospital and was the most loved and most well cared for patient. Although he was discharged in January 2024, the facility continued to provide care and support as he recuperated in the village.

The whole family including Peter Ashiruma and Mama Faith sincerely looked after Baba Rose with love during his last months on earth. He left us smiling. This beauty you see in the coffin is owed to our dear George Arunga and his nephew Dr. Nalwa Wafula, son and grandson to Mr. Alfred Inganga who was my Headteacher at Elukanji Primary School. Mr.Alfred Inganga and my father in law Mr. Aristaricle Mukungu were great friends ‘kama chanda na pete’ or ‘ulimi na mate’.

Due to this relationship my time as a teacher at Elukanji very was sober and comfortable. This went on to bind our respective families with cords that cannot be broken. This has remained this way up to this moment.

Although Baba Rose is gone, it has been difficult to accept that he is completely gone. I continue to see the smile that he had on his face as I fed him using a spoon. The worst thing Baba Rose has done is die! But we sincerely hope to meet him in heaven.

There are numerous people to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude.

•First and foremost, all my children for their unity and the unwavering love they showered on their father, risking their lives time and again on their long journeys home, to check on their father. Whenever he said a prayer, Baba Rose always thanked God for these best and wonderful children. Each has a gift which complemented the other and everything turned right.

•Dr. Omuroka of the Sonak Community Medical Centre to whom I am grateful for administering emergency treatment when Baba Rose’s condition took a turn for the worse.

•Western Kenya Heart & Cancer Hospital, whom I have already mentioned above.

•Deborah Muhandick (Mama Lucia) who, while Baba Rose was still in Nairobi, never tired in caring for him. Throughout the multiple hospital visits, and even nursing him in the house. She was a great personal friend of Baba Rose.

•The Church in particular with faith prayed without ceasing. The Lord heard their prayers and spared Baba Rose about 11 months for us to bond and separate later for eternity in peace.

•I would also like to extend our heartfelt gratitude to Nairobi Baptist Church for their unwavering support throughout this difficult time. Special thanks to the Senior Pastor Rev. Munengi Mulandi, who generously lent us his car for two months, enabling us to make the daily commute from Khwisero to Kisumu to be by my husband’s side when he was admitted. This selfless act of kindness will never be forgotten and we are deeply grateful for this support in our time of need.

•All our relatives, friends and well wishers for their unwavering, kind support and for standing with us all through Baba Rose’s illness and for providing moral and financial support whenever it was required.

God richly bless each and every one of you.

August 17

Tribute

The Late Mzee Fanuel Wakhu

I write this to celebrate the love you had for us. Though you may have been taken from us too soon, your spirit will forever live on the memories we cherish and the love we shared especially at my shop, across the fence and at home.

I remember back when I was young, we met you at our gate most mornings when you were around. You could ask us questions about our school performance and what we wished to be when we grow up. You could then buy us sweets “lollipops’ and we were so happy.

Lately when you came back from Nairobi, we interacted so well. You were fatherly, full of life, happy, ever smiling and my frequent customer for brown bread, eggs, milk, lollipops for the kids etc. One day when I visited you at home, we talked for a while and you encouraged me to ensure I make further progress in my business, open up a brunch, go to church and be prayerful among others.

Though it’s difficult to see beyond the sorrows, looking back in memories help to comfort us

Rest with the angels

August 17

A humble man who was graced with favor before men and God. His memory was inscribed with whoever he interacted with.

As I and my fellow medical colleagues served him, you'd effortlessly give your best towards his recovery.

Not because it was demanded for by him or his friends and family, but because he had the ability to create an aura of inviting people to be the best version of themselves. Was it because he did the same with himself? Yes, I believe so.

Inasmuch, one memory that is full of nostalgia that happened was when he regained his speech, his tendency of greeting everyone he met. From waving to every one person who passed by him with a broad smile to responding delightfully when asked about his morning.

Tell him, "Good morning Prof?" And he responds with, "Good morning," bringing his hand forward cheerfully for a handshake.

I believe he must have missed that joy to connect with people and couldn't hold himself back when he regained it.

Ask him, "Habari?"And in his deep soft voice, he would simply say, "Mzuri."

It was a miracle God had done seeing him speak coherently at that moment in time.

I was also overjoyed to learn that he had as well served as a Reverend and a scientist.

He indeed sought to have a connection with Life and the Maker of Life.

For such a life enthusiast, I just pray that his soul Rest in eternal peace.

August 9

My daddy, my hero, my heart. You have left…

What can I possibly say in less than a whole entire lifetime to give justice to this incredible human being? A man known to and by many as Professor, Rev., Uncle, Kuka, Mwalimu, Omukhulundu Fanuel…but the one whom to me is the gentle giant I simply call Daddy? As I pen this, tears are unstoppably rolling freely down my cheeks…and I instantly wish for the moments you’d take your hanky out of your pocket and wipe my tears away…you were a class act! Gentleman par excellence. My perfectly imperfect dad. But you were MINE! My daddy!

So let me tell you a little bit about my daddy. He was an extremely kind hearted and generous man. When you sat with him and looked into his eyes, you saw kindness, humility, and grace. You saw love. Growing up, he was a strict disciplinarian and played no games when it came to our behavior! However, he was a softie on the inside, with a very soft spot for his family and for those less fortunate than he was. Daddy would give you the shirt right off his back. He always gave, freely and earnestly, leaving nothing for himself. This was one of his signature acts of love.

When My daddy would drive me to elementary school, he would always stop and pick up some of the students who were walking and give them a ride the rest of the way to school. This was one of the earliest gestures of kindness to those he did not even know, that I witnessed first hand. My father always led by example!

My father remained faithful to my mother throughout their entire marriage that span over 60 years! I admired the fact that Mommy was so secure in his love and completely trusted him to lead our family. He was rare, very rare! He was a man of his word, loyal to the very end to God, his wife, children, family, and close relatives, and friends. You rarely find gems like this…mommy was blessed. She definitely found her a strong, black, King and we her children were blessed to be part of him/them. Mommy, thank you for choosing well and thank you for choosing a high value man to teach us about life.

During the light moments when Daddy and I spoke, he always told me that God has been good to him, and that, none can deny! He raised 9 strong children! Sacrificed all he could to ensure that we all had a good education, and a good education we had in some of the most prestigious schools of our times…and with this blessing, came the good futures we are living now.

He was the epitome of “putting others first”. He gave to an absolute fault. A very, very generous heart. He did not know serious or chronic sickness except for HBP that he managed for 30 years. Whom among us can claim such blessings? I NEVER saw Daddy sick or admitted in hospital until the cancer set in. During this time, he would put on a brave face and soldier on even when we knew and sensed that he was in excruciating pain...but he never, never, ever complained.

On Jul 23, 2024, God called my daddy home. He took his last breath in the calmness of God’s presence. A part of my heart has left me…but…there has been a presence that has brought calm and peace throughout this season. The knowledge that you were at peace and ready to meet your maker and that you are no longer in pain, give me the strength to accept your departure. While it hurt and continues to hurt deeply, I know I must let you fly and be free.

I will miss my daddy, tremendously. It is extremely hard to let him go! I wanted to have you a while longer...even forever, but I accept God’s will and respect the circle of life! Your transition was peaceful. You knew that your work here was done and that God was walking with you through this unknown journey and that His Angels would be deployed to bring you home. Daddy knew that he would be reunited with those gone before us, and best of all, with his son, our brother James aka Jimmy, who transitioned 21 years ago.

Godspeed Daddy. You have left a very strong legacy that will carry your name with honor and pride. Your name spans continents and has traveled the seas! You are a Legend. Our Legend...and we are proud to be called YOURS! Sour on your journey to Heaven’s gates and may you Rest at the Father’s feet in perfect love and brilliant light until we meet again. Love and light along your way, my precious father, aka Baba Rose. You had a magnificent run. You have finished your race. I will love you forever and I will always carry you in my heart always.
Rest now, Daddy, rest ️❤️

August 1

Dear Aunty Christine & Family,
May the loving memory of Uncle Wakhu bring you peace, comfort & strength during this difficult time today & always.
My heart is with you in your time of sorrow.
May Uncle Wakhu Rest In Peace.

August 1

Tribute from Mwalimu Alfred Inganga Sino’s Family

Mwalimu Fanuel Wakhu, you were one of the most cherished nephews and adored friend of our father, the late Mwalimu Alfred Inganga (your uncle). You were not just a cousin to the family, but indeed a brother who stuck closer than a friend. You loved and cherished Mwalimu Inganga’s family with a passion. You remained a very true and close friend to us, his children plus our children even after his death in 1989 to the very end. From our very earliest memories, you were always there for us, supporting, advising, counselling and loving us unconditionally. Your house was always open to us. You always welcomed us with open arms and a hearty smile. You were always warm, easy and your laughter could light up the darkest room for us. Your sense of humor was infectious, and you always had a knack for making us smile and feel at home. You inspired us to greater heights and taught us the values of kindness, discipline and hard work. Your great intellect, humility, wisdom, guidance, strength and purity of heart are the pillars upon which our family stands on today.

Your demise leaves a huge void that can never be filled. As we bid you farewell, we take solace in knowing that your legacy lives on in us. We will honor your memory by living life with incredible passion and spirit as we carry on the values you imparted in us for generations to come. And in doing so, we will keep your spirit alive.

Our sister in-law Christine, your children and grant children, please be comforted and strengthened by the Lord at this time of such deep loss and mourning by knowing that Papa has gone ahead of us to prepare a place for us. We stand with you and continue praying for you.

Om shanti Om Shanti Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Shanti

-------------Mwalimu Alfred Inganga Sino’s Family-----------

July 28

Uncle Prof, losing you after a battle bravely borne is tough. It is really hard to think that we shall not see you in this lifetime again. Having seen you at the lowest point in April and God gave you yet another chance of life I can only say that God loved you very much. Seeing you afterwards in great health and your usual self truly gave us great hope that you will be here with us longer. Only God knew that it was our time to say our Kwaheris to you.

You were always jolly always smiling always cracking jokes and always smart in your suit and tie, truly a gentleman. I Will totally miss that great handshake You cared genuinely and always had a kind word of encouragement for everyone. You also enjoyed your great long walks. You loved education and you were a great scolar, I remember how you would pass through Uncle Gibson's from your lessons at Starehe Boys centre and we truly looked forward to those visits to sharing a cup of tea or a meal and the great jokes you shared. You motivated the young people to be just like you and for that we are grateful

Your great commitment to God was unwavering and for that we are assured that we shall meet at Jesus feet some day soon. Though we mourn we celebrate you The memories that we shared with you will keep us going forever. You lived a full life and impacted different generations along the way and for that , we thank God for the time He gave you to us. God truly plucks the best

We shall forever love you and you will always be in our hearts

To Aunty Christine and all my dear cousins, lnlaws, the grandchildren and great grandchildren, may the Lord truly comfort you and grant you peace for each tomorrow. Keeping you all in prayers

July 28

Uncle Wakhu you were such a wonderful soul. We all loved you dearly and we shall surely miss you.
Rest In Peace.

My favourite memory of Uncle Wakhu is when he used to coach me Mathematics during the weekends at their place of residence, then Kenya Science Teachers College.
I also remember the trips he used to take us shaggs in his car, and there was always a stop to buy chips , i was hooked on to chips those days, that eventually " Chips" became my nickname
Even Aunty Christina & Aunty Sarah used to call me by that name and laugh out loud
I wonder if they still remember this....
Uncle Wakhu, it was so cool the way you taught me Mathematics.
You were a great man, and I will never forget you taught me Mathematics, it was because of all the energy you out into it that i did well!
You were truly a remarkable man.

July 25

For my Kuka and the one whom I carry his name with bride and dignity

Dear Kuka, Your sudden departure has left me very devastated. Whenever I was in Kenya we would come to see you. I am heartbroken. You’ve rested.

You were very empathetic, an intelligent biologist, peaceful, gentle, soft spoken and always comfortable to be around. You were very strong to live all these years constantly lending your strength to others, being honorable and providing guidance to so many of us. Lastly, probably most importantly you were a pastor , continuously faithful to our father God, His Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. You tirelessly spread that faith to others like a wild fire.

Kuka, always loving and kind and I will miss you so much. I will never forget that Ethan and I carry your name. I will strive to honor you by carrying it with pride and dignity. I will also try to teach Ethan to do the same.

One of the steps I will take in honoring you is to strive to carry the same amount of faith you had as I carry your name.

Every time we saw you, you were wearing a suit and had a beautiful smile on your face. Today, my cousins and I took another step to honor you. We tried to take after you and wore suits. Although, we will never pull it off the way you did.

Anytime you would smile or laugh you would do your , dare I say , icon pose and put your hands in the air. I hope we all honored your life today. Your life was filled with so much greatness it's hard to touch on it all. I hope you are smiling down on us with your iconic pose. You always ,always , always gave thanks to God so today I will take another step to honor you by giving thanks to God. I give thanks to God for being with you in that hospital the day of your departure because none of us could have been there with you. I give thanks to God that all of us could make it here today. I give thanks to God that he was able to hold our hands and strengthen us through this difficult season. In May when I got baptised you sent a very touching and beautiful message to me stating "that's was good and I hope he walks in the way of the Lord". Your passing, has encouraged me to walk in the way of the Lord, tenfold. When Mom and I first heard of your passing we were in shambles. I prayed and prayed for the Lord to be with us, and surely enough he was, and I felt you were with us too. That feeling of knowing that you and the Lord was with us carried us through the day until now and God willing it will carry us forever as well. I wish I had learned Swahili, so there wasn't much of a language barrier between us. Although sometimes I couldn't understand what you were saying and sometimes you couldn't understand me because of my American accent and your hearing. I still felt our connection beyond verbal communication.

Now I will take my final step amongst many others. I take a page out of your book to become a mechanical engineer it may change a couple of times but sticking with engineering. I can tell you were a great son, brother, student, motorcyclist, teacher, biologist, husband, father, grandfather, and great grandfather. I will try to never disappoint you.
Rest in peace Kuka aka Fanuel namesake. I love you forever.
From your grandson and namesake, JR Fanuel Parker.