One class-session still lingers in my mind is one in which I tried switching seats (OK,
In my campus-life, I shared many special academic moments with Ephraim. We were involved in many group-work exercises. He was altruistic, generous and an ideal creative thinker. He always made me think widely and to always challenge and stream-line my focus. He was one of my accountability friends. We shared similar interests, dreams and ambitions.
One of the last moments I spent with Ephraim was right before our graduation. I had just returned to Kenya to prepare for my graduation. We were taking breakfast together at a restaurant as we were catching-up on each other. I vividly remember how excited I was that I had moved out of my comfort-zone after reminding him about what we had discussed right before we left campus. Ephraim had adviced me (earlier-on while we were still in school) about moving out of my parents' house, and how bad it would be if I returned to my parents' house after school. I remember his warm smile after letting him know that he influenced my decision, which is one of my favourite achievements ... no, I actually remember his laughter.
Earlier on this month (while I was away), I got the shocking news that Ephraim had passed-on after a short illness. I felt heart-broken. I felt like I had lost a part of me. I still feel the it. :'(
Ephraim was a humble and respectful young man. He was focussed and wise. Right before his demise, he was a volunteer at a children's home in the outskirts of Nairobi. Kenya has lost a champion, a person that was dedicated to eradicate poverty. I have lost a great and irreplaceable friend.
For the years that I have known Ephraim, there are things that I didn't do that I wish I would have done. For instance, I should have been a good friend to him, just as he was to me. I should have been nicer to him. I should not have always been in a hurry... too much in a hurry to take time to listen to him, or even to accompany him to Catholic church, atleast just once. I should have smiled alittle bit more at him. I wish I gave him more of me. I wish I, atleast, gave him a hug...as a friend (he'd probably have resisted a hug because of how strict he appeared). A simple "I love you" would have sufficed, probably.
Ephraim, I thank God for you, for giving you to us, to me. I really enjoyed every moment, every dream, every ambition and vision with you. God had different plans for us. Who are we to reject God's will?
Rest in peace, Ephraim.