But… Five years on… We have seen GOD’s faithfulness. Five years on… We have drawn closer to HIM. Five years on… HE has been been our comfort and HIS arms ever embracing us. Five years on… We haven’t lacked and we have seen HIS mercies fall afresh on us. Five years on… We are healing, and keeping your lamp shining.
Keep dancing and singing as you would with us, but now, with the Angels at the feet of JESUS. We still have the hope that we shall meet again.
Njeri, who works with MoSound says that balancing parenting and her job is not easy but is worth every sweat and tear. It also helps that she has a strong support system in her family and her in-laws who are always at hand to help out.
“Apart from work there there are so many things I do.
I make sure that if I am not home in the evening I have to wake up very early to talk to them and pray with them, go though their homework.
On Saturday when I do not have any events, I shower them, we sometimes go to hang out with my mum in law. However I spend all my Sundays with them.
When I do not have events in the evening I spend my time with them. It’s not easy though because sometimes I am so tired.”
“My son Ula is a sharp boy, so he keeps reminding me of things I was supposed to do with them or things I am supposed to do for myself.
He knows everything that happened (his fathers death) and he really supports me.
Ulah also reminds me of his dad given that he is a copyright of his dad, his character and all.
He is also very talkative and our home is not quiet because of him. On the other hand my daughter Njoki is very girlish.”
Unlike many people who let depression get the best of them, Njeri has come up with creative ways to fight her grief.
Speaking to The Nairobian she said
“I have found ways of coping with grief that are positive. I let my body go through such emotions as crying and feeling sad. I talk about what I feel and express myself. I try not to numb my pain but release it eventually.
I have found that reading does help one to cope with grief. I read books that help me. I love reading books about heaven and I find courage in the knowledge that my husband is with God. I also rest well and do the things I love.”
Given that her kids are also in mourning, she includes them in the healing process.
“I do a lot of writing and journaling, which helps, besides celebrating what her husband was when alive. She talks it out with her kids as they jam to his songs,once in a while, we visit the grave and pray together,”
TV presenter Isabella Kiturui lost her spouse after battling colon cancer when she was only 25-years-old with a three-month-old baby boy.
“I mourned for eight years between 2005 and 2013. It was a shock, like a never-ending nightmare. I had been married for just one year,”
The TV girl revealed how her pastor, counseled her asking her to move on and she did so though it took a while.
From that day, Isabella Kituri decided to try and forget what had happened and she said:
“I decided to remove my wedding band seven years later after a talk with my pastor who encouraged me to move on.”
“I had a meeting with myself. I had to stop behaving as if the world owed me for the loss and pain I suffered. I began to train myself to see the world as a stage of opportunities. I stopped feeling that people around me should give me their shoulder.”
Instead, I started sharing my experience, empowering others in similar situations. I became more useful to the universe,” she says. “I called myself ‘Blessed Bella’ as a mantra to remind me I can be happy again.”
Although she is not in a relationship, she goes out for ‘coffee’ a lot and here is her greatest lesson from her journey as a widow
“Be gentle with yourself, be happy with your space and seek peace from within yourself, never from others.”
George Ikua lost his wife Jane Kanini in April 2017, after she lost her battle with lung cancer leaving behind two kids.
Speaking to the Nairobian about her death, George said
“Everything became surreal, it’s like she is still there, but she is gone.”
Ikua admits small blessing have helped him. He is tighter with the kids: “I guess we are a happy family,” but being a single dad and father to a daughter has created major adjustments, starting most mornings with them, dropping them off and running my biashara until 3pm when I pick them be-fore starting my life at 8pm when they sleep.”
George received a lot of help from his family in taking of the kids even as he made adjustments in both his social and financial life
“My sister-in-law, sister and their godmother have been nothing short of angels for my little girl. But I realize I am the primary source of love and can’t delegate that. So, I can say I am a proud mummy and do most of the things with her, you should see me in the salon!”
Ikua admits that grieving never stops as “when you lose a loved one, it never goes away. The pain just dulls with some very dark days reappearing”
As a way of mourning and keeping Janet’s memories alive, George kept some of her stuff, his plan was to also share some of it with Janet’s siblings
He said “I am still getting round to it, but I have picked a few pieces to pass to Jasmine because of their sentimental value and for the memories. The rest I will donate to her sisters and charity. Funny how when someone dies you realize it’s just stuff.” Ikua lost his wedding band before Janet died “and we never got round to replacing it.”
Music Producer Tedd Josiah had all his life planned out with his beautiful wife Regina Katar but fate had other plans for the couple.
Regina lost her life after suffering from a rare disease Thrombocytopenia that saw her blood platelet count fall below normal after childbirth.
According to Tedd Josiah Regina’s platelets were so diluted, leading to a significantly reduced count. Sadly, all through she had an internal bleeding, which had not been detected, nor stopped, because of her low platelet count.
Speaking on her death he said
“Imagine calling someone your everything – home, safe place, your all – and watching them slowly fade away on their deathbed in less than an hour. I was left on a free fall and lost. In many ways, Regina was my anchor.
I have to make a lot of adjustments; I am more hands-on with my baby. I have to wash her, clean, cook, feed and be always there for her,” explains Josiah. “I am lucky my office is in my home so I can spend all the time I need with her,”
Though it is hard for him to raise his daughter alone, he is thankful that the in-laws have been supportive.
He hasn’t forgotten his wife as he is still grieving and misses the good times he shared with Regina. The scar of that loss is quite obvious, proof that there is such a thing as true love.
“Losing someone you love isn’t easy, especially if it was real love. They say that love never dies, so imagine the confusion in my mind on some days. The loss in my mind. The heaviness in my heart just thinking about the fun times and wishing she’d pop out from behind the door and scream ‘boo!’ and scare me. That’s what we used to do to each other… and listening to a beautiful song and wishing I could share that with her. But she’s not here.”
Ted says that to keep his wife’s memories alive he chose to keep all her stuff so that he can pass them over to their daughter Jay.
“I kept it all. Some precious stuff will stay with me until my daughter is old enough to inherit it all…to let my little Jay know that her mom was loved, her memory was kept safe, but so were her valuable things.”
Uganda’s female artiste Julianna Kanyomozi, lost her son Keron who had been admitted at Agha Khan hospital in Nairobi after a severe Asthmatic attack.
During an interview with The Nairobian, Juliana opened up on how she was dealing with her sons death confessing that she had at one point been angry with God, but she was taking baby steps to heal.
“I’ve been through a lot. I’ve always been extremely strong. But this was beyond it. There are things that happen to you and you cannot find the perfect vocabulary to explain them. It’s that pain that leaves you helpless and no one else but God can help!” Juliana opened up a while back.”
She goes on to add
“I was very angry with God. He had just taken away the most important thing I had in life. Then again, there’s always a reason for everything single thing. He does,” she said adding that she was not really in touch with the world at that moment.”
Juliana went on to open up on how she deals with her grief given that their is no standard way of mourning when a calamity such as death strikes.
“I have my bad days where I sit with a box of tissue and let the tears flow. I don’t know how long it will take me to move on. It is something that will always be a part of me. I’m only being a strong woman.
“It is all part of the healing process. I’m taking baby steps. I’m not yet there emotionally. When you’ve gone through something like this, you have to find the strength first.”
The death of gospel singer Peter Kaberere was one of the saddest days for the Kenyan gospel fraternity but only his wife Njeri Kahura knows the real pain of losing a lover, a friend and the father to her children.
Kabere passed away on April 6, 2014, after being electrocuted at his car wash, while cleaning his car. Reports revealed that there was a fault in the car washing machine equipment that led to his electrocution.
The Kiburi hitmaker was married to Njeri Kahura aka Njesh Wa Qabbz, and were blessed with a baby boy and during his death, his beautiful wife was expectant with their second child, a daughter.
It’s been almost three years and Njeri still misses her man, but all in all, she’s grateful to God for five years spent together terming them as “the best years of my life”. Read her heartfelt and touching tribute to Kabbz.
When they told me you were no more, my body went into shock. I remember throwing my hands all over in despair and had to be restrained because I wasn’t aware of what I was doing. Over and over again, I would ask God why me? Babe, I was inconsolable. I cried for four hours nonstop. I felt totally helpless and told God if He wanted to kill us all, it was alright. Despite my anguish, God never abandoned me. He sent me human angels who stood with me. I truly thank God for friends, family and my boss for all their support after you left. Remember I was about 21 days away from delivering our second baby. And guess what, she decided to arrive on the day we were laying you to rest. My labour started while we were having your service just before the final rites. They took me to a waiting ambulance but the midwife who examined me assured me it was safe for me to attend your entire service though they confirmed our baby would come that day.
Njeri went on to explain she welcomed their daughter, wishing that he was around to see her:
The good thing is I had packed my bags earlier and I opted to stay in the hospital as I awaited our little princess. And true to form, Njoki arrived at 10.27pm that night after we had laid you to rest. I’m sad though since you didn’t get a chance to meet our daughter, who turned three last month. I remember how eager you were to meet her, and that breaks my heart. I named her Halia, which means ‘in remembrance of’. Guess what? She has your beautiful brown eyes and loves music and singing too. And she is very pretty. She knows her daddy from the photos at home and recognizes your face when she sees you on TV.
Ulani too has become a big boy. He’s turning six and is a ball of energy. Of course he remembers daddy only too well and wishes you were here to play football with him. Ula wants to be a DJ. Kabbz, in my darkest days, I learned to put my trust in God, not man. Don’t worry about us; somehow He has given us the strength to cope.
Njesh wa Qabbz added about how she has been coping and how God has seen them through it all;
The first year after you left was unbearable. Now I understand this is a journey we will all have to take at some point. Your memories keep me going. I truly miss your sense of humour, all the jokes you shared. Babe I miss your cookery skills, especially since last Sunday was Mothers’ Day. I’m sure you would have whipped up one of your delicious recipes. I miss your wit, charisma and the way you spoiled me rotten! I miss your little surprises like how you would fuel my car without my prompting and then sit back and watch me marvel at your thoughtfulness. Kabbz, I will never forget you. When I miss you, I play your songs and remember all the beautiful memories we shared. Sometimes I just take a drive to Langata Cemetery.
The five years I was married to you were the best years of my life. You were a selfless man who did not just help us but who reached out to others too. You were genuine and a sincere giver. I’m in a place where I’ve learned to give everything to God. We really miss you so much and hope to see you in heaven someday. Kabbz, I will always love you.