As i write this piece, i greatly congratulate all people of goodwill who came out to support the fund raising, phone calls and mobilizing as we faced a daunting task to raise funds to send one of us home; Duncan Njoroge.
As Winston Churchill once said, a society is judged by how it treats it's weakest.I fondly remember that as we convened to plan how to fund raise for the body of Njoroge, friends whom he had partied with were not there to be counted. If i can be honest, we were six in number. Some Kenyan churches even refused to advertise that a 22 years old with no family in the US had passed, God forbid that anything less that shouting at the pull pit would be needed.
Last Sunday,Njoroge's final memorial was a very low key event, but the 26 people who showed up did put their wallets where their souls were, most of whom had never even seen the young man.We were able to raise the remaining $ 3,000 in ten minutes.May the lord bless your pockets.I can't write this without thanking a Mr. Nganga, who has tirelessly taken the parental responsibility to see that the parents get Dans body.
Its just amazing as one speaker said, that we have all seen baby showers with no parking spot, but no one can even show up when a fellow Kenyan has passed.
Dancan did not have a family name to lean on, which is now a trade mark in Dallas metro, or a huge tithing check to be recognized by local pastors. He was just a young man trying to settle here in the old US of A.
If it can happen to him, it can also happen to any of us. He had youth and good health to count on, but death snatched him. It was quite shameful on the Kenyan community, our so called leaders.as one write said, “Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” God speed Dan.
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