R.I.P Favourite Uncle
Wonderful man you are dear Uncle. I refuse to speak of you in past tense because i know you are here and very much alive, just not physically. I was almost born in your home, lol and you never stopped telling me that. Then you gave me a local name that meant “princess” 
you were easy going and had a life of your own, you refused to conform to societal expectations and did you own thing. Your deep intelligence, your refusal to tolerate mediocrity in any form or shape - true intellect you are. May your soul rest in peace. Yesterday at your funeral service, all people talked about was your hard work and dedication to lecturing the children of this nation. you were a proud university professor, passionate about what you did and worked relentlessly towards educating our people. You fought for what you felt was going to be build our country and develop it.
Beautiful soul, you have - Dear uncle. I remember looking forward to holidays because most of them we’d spend at yours, though it was a very long ride to get to yours, about 9 hours i think, by road… but i felt nothing during those trips because i knew i’d get to see you and you would spoil me and my siblings rotten. Chocolates, biscuits you name, you’d bring those home almost every evening. Your laughter really reflected your soul, lol, i can almost hear it, that loud laugh that is let out in little breaks, and you’d be trying to talk at the same time and then of course if it was a really good laugh you’d have tears rolling down your eyes. I can picture it now, lol, you sat on your couch in your living room or sat at the Olympiad bar, lol… awww
One of the few people i’d always be sure to write to whenever someone was traveling to your town… and you would always reply, don’t recall the contents very thoroughly but i know you would always encourage me to study hard at school and tell me the importance of school. I remember the letters would be written in black with a nice and fancy fountain pen… true intellect i tell you i remember your signature at the end of each letter, you signed your full name, always, which was rare for our people, since they all prefer fancy signatures that have little of no connection to their names, lol… including me, though mine does have my names in it, but in a rather discreet fashion.
True patriot - you are dear Uncle: And then talks about our beautiful home, you would always tell us how we have a beautiful nation was and how beautiful its people are and you would go and on about home. Of course us having been born in a foreign land, and being so young i felt little for my home because i knew little about it, i had never been. When we did return home in 96, with you and my family in the same flight all the way home… the joy you felt/showed was indescribable… you felt at home, you were proud to be here, very excited to speak our mother tongue and just be in the presence of your people, our people…
Your love for your country was manifested in the work you did, training young people to having a better future, to work hard, to never settle for anything less than the best, ofcourse some students didn’t like your rather forward nature with them, but you only did that because you truly cared and felt the only way they would learn best was by you being strict on them
You honesty, Uncle, lol… made you a truly unique being! You spoke you mind even at times when others would not due to fear or out of common politeness, you said what you felt and stood by it, am sure i witnessed a couple of people getting offended by your words, but you told what you felt and never held back, a quality that very few have and i truly admire in you. You never thought of the consequences of your words because you knew the very old cliche oh-so well “the truth shall set you free” and free you are today, in the presence of all those who your loved and laughing, lol, that laugh
I am sorry i never made an effort to get to know you better once we returned home, school, growing up, working and just dealing with daily life’s issues could be excuses i could come up with but that would not be the whole truth. Effort was what i lacked, i made no effort to visit you, or call you atleast once, even when you fell ill, (God forgive me, please) i didn’t visit and i ask for you apologies. I am truly sorry and i know my lesson is somewhere in this experience and i am all open hands to receive it. Please forgive me. I am very sorry.
You are my hero, uncle, you really are. I take with me you love for books, your love for intellectual growth, your honesty, your love for helping others, your love for education, your being selfless, your big heart and your love for children
May your soul rest in eternal peace and you will always have a VERY special place in my heart. I know i will see you one day but for now, you are here, i know - just not physically!
I LOVE YOU, UNCLE!
