On a day like this the old man finally departed. Mzee silently died and was free from sorrows of this world. With no worries about who would fit in his political shoes. I think he was set free from his fears that one of his very one would have taken his precious life from him for the sake of power. He struggled for Kenya’s independence; that’s what I know from the interesting history lessons I have attended so far. The truth is he also had his shortcomings. He was not a saint by all standards. But it would be immoral to speak evil of the dead. Goodbye mzee.