A song made by flukungu
A song made by flukungu
(Soft marimba melody)
Eh, Baba...
Vincent VJ Rapando, your light still shines.
We remember, we celebrate.
Gentle man, your words were soft like morning dew
Discipline in your eyes, honesty in all you do
You taught me value, you taught me to stand tall
Without a single shout, you led us through it all
Those trips to new lands, the places we would go
Building my confidence, watching the spirit grow
Respect for the people, from the streets to the height
Your character, Papa, remains our guiding light.
Vincent VJ Rapando, Mr. British, our pride
Your love is the anchor, the rhythm inside
From 2001, the respect still stays the same
We honor the honor, we whisper your name
Oh, your legacy lives, in all that we are
You’re the moon in our night, our eternal star.
Railway worker, the salary was small but steady
Feeding every child, keeping our future ready
No hunger in the house, no fees left unpaid
Your heart was the fortress that never ever swayed
St. Mary’s in Mumias, that day the sky turned gray
The wound is still fresh, even after all this day
I wish I bought that shirt, one gift to show my care
But your spirit remains, lingering in the air.
Vincent VJ Rapando, Mr. British, our pride
Your love is the anchor, the rhythm inside
From 2001, the respect still stays the same
We honor the honor, we whisper your name
Oh, your legacy lives, in all that we are
You’re the moon in our night, our eternal star.
White shirts and that smile, that laughter in the hall
Singing songs together, answering the call
Though you left too soon, the values you have sown
Are the greatest harvest that we have ever known.
Rest in eternal peace, Mzee.
Your love will never fade, manze.
Vincent VJ Rapando, we love you.
(Fade out with marimba and guitar)
Forever in our hearts, rest now.