Thanks, everyone. My dad meant the world to me but I had six months to grieve before it happened. He was more than a dad - more a friend and someone I truly admired coz he was near a complete a person - big brains, big heart, big mouth (orator), big smile, big laughter, fast legs (at the 70s he could still outrun I bet even me), strong arms -- many accused my father for being a laibon or orkoiyot because they just couldn't figure out any weakness. Kalenjin have that kind of thinking - when you are exceptional - . They think you're using supernatural powers - others said he was a witch and many came to seek forgiveness for their sick relatives who had to cross my father path - he could out-think you, out-basically anything, including beating you to a bulb. Of course, my father was none of those things - he just the most hardworking man I know blessed with huge brains. He was my dad and drinking buddy since I was in first year - the first tusker I drunk he bought me at Parklands
- and when I went back to campus - my friends thought my dad was crazy. We laid him to rest with all the corona restrictions.