Papa, When I head you had gone ahead, I cried seriously with pain and flashed back at our lives together.
I thought about how when I was a child you used to carry me on your hairy stomach and gave me butterfly kisses when your chin was a little rough.
I thought about how you taught me in class two and handled me with an iron hand – I had to learn whether I wanted to or not.
I thought about how you were so fatherly, caring, loving to us; making sure that there was always food in the house.
I thought about how you used to sweep the compound sparkling clean and taught us how to do the same.
I thought about how when I was just a little stubborn and off hand, you handled those situation with care at the same time with a lot of love; which is why I am who I am today.
I thought about how you used to enjoy life and taught me to enjoy too.
Above all; I thought and realized that your life had a lot of meaning. You had the “will to meaning”
You always refused the “will to power”
You always refused the will to wealth
And you died a very simple man.
A simple man who was loved by everyone who came across your path.
I never once heard you preached hate against anybody, no matter what some did to you (very few instances).
I always enjoyed how you welcomed every one into our house, students, little- kids, old and young, poor and rich.
Your life-style was one for every one to emulate, because it was filled with a lot meaning.
You lived a life that I, your son Sigala Michael Gang, is trying to live too.
I will always miss your beautiful smile, your gentle ways. I will always cry when I enter your empty room.
BYE BYE MY PAPA- SEE YOU WHEN I COME.
Sigala Michael Gang( Son)