Mwangi Rest in Peace

He was tall and strong. I met Mwangi in the mid 1990's after I moved to the neighborhood where I now live. He was a jolly good and jovial man who frequented the local pub to socialize, drink and each roast goat meat with the rest of us. He was particularly fond of his friends, whom he generously entertained. Mwangi was a staunch Catholic and member of Catholic Men Association, which he introduced me to. He was by our standards, doing well, living in his own home as opposed to a rented one like many of his peers, driving a 504 Pickup and with adult children. When he retired something happened. I don't know what. His pickup broke down. He did not repair it, it just stayed in the garage rotting away. Then some years later, his home was auctioned by the bank. His son, a seminarian in whom he had so much hope was expelled. That was ten years ago. For five years, he has been sick and aloof. He stopped attending Catholic Men Association meetings, and for a year, church service altogether. I did not hear from him or about him until last night when Charles called to say Mwangi was dead. Rest in Peace.