Thursday, August 21, 2014
Bon Jovi concert with my brother
Bon Jovi concert with my brother
11 May 2013
Epic performance is an understatement!!!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
When I'm Gone - by Mrs. Lyman Hancock
In memory of my baby bro'
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day
Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best
In memory of my baby bro'
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day
Then forget to grieve for my going
I would not have you sad for a day
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay
And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Loss...
I don't know if I have processed it yet. I guess not. Not really sure what to write really... How does one ever capture loss? I guess you can't. You can only feel it. Process it. Work through it. And someday heal and live through it. Forever missed
Friday, August 15, 2014
Sicelo Phiri (Forever missed)...
SICELO EDWIN PHIRI 23 March 1991-16 July 2014 (23yrs old)
Sicelo is my baby brother. I guess he WAS my baby brother. "WAS" just sounds so past tense, as if he never existed... I am the eldest at home, 2nd is my sister and then him. When we were kids, I guess my sister and I were tired of being the only girls at home and needed some spicing up of the family dynamics. So we asked our parents to bring us a baby brother. His name can be loosely translated to "a plea" or "a request" from us "asking" our parents for a baby brother = ISICELO. When I was 11 years and my sister was 9, he made his grand entrance. This is a true story by the way...
Sicelo was born with a love for music, computers, animals and farming. He was a self taught website developer, photographer, a passionate lyricist, poet, animated graphics illustrator, hip hop head and a rock star in his own right. He was by far the coolest and meanest air guitar player I've ever met.
Sicelo was never one to complain but a gentle and polite soul. He listened and reflected more than he spoke. He was quite, generally shy but always curious. He took after our late father in so many ways. As soon as you peel off the layers, you'd discover a gem, his quick wit and a deep seated sense of humour. He was a good handy man around the house, always finding innovative ways to do things better and fixing electrical appliances (this was a gift from our late father). But he was also a restless soul, always searching and seeking to make sense of his life. Smart about the use of creative words, however clueless about life. Always in a hurry, but never on time...
We are eternally grateful for the love, friendship, laughter and the bond we shared. Lord, please keep him safe under the shadow of Your wings. Thank You very much for lending him to us for 23 years. May Afrika's soil cocoon her son in peace...
Baby bro' you will forever be missed. May your soul finally find perfect peace...
Ee sehlabelo saka ke nna ka sebele. Jesu Morena waka o se amohele.
Sicelo is my baby brother. I guess he WAS my baby brother. "WAS" just sounds so past tense, as if he never existed... I am the eldest at home, 2nd is my sister and then him. When we were kids, I guess my sister and I were tired of being the only girls at home and needed some spicing up of the family dynamics. So we asked our parents to bring us a baby brother. His name can be loosely translated to "a plea" or "a request" from us "asking" our parents for a baby brother = ISICELO. When I was 11 years and my sister was 9, he made his grand entrance. This is a true story by the way...
Sicelo was born with a love for music, computers, animals and farming. He was a self taught website developer, photographer, a passionate lyricist, poet, animated graphics illustrator, hip hop head and a rock star in his own right. He was by far the coolest and meanest air guitar player I've ever met.
Sicelo was never one to complain but a gentle and polite soul. He listened and reflected more than he spoke. He was quite, generally shy but always curious. He took after our late father in so many ways. As soon as you peel off the layers, you'd discover a gem, his quick wit and a deep seated sense of humour. He was a good handy man around the house, always finding innovative ways to do things better and fixing electrical appliances (this was a gift from our late father). But he was also a restless soul, always searching and seeking to make sense of his life. Smart about the use of creative words, however clueless about life. Always in a hurry, but never on time...
We are eternally grateful for the love, friendship, laughter and the bond we shared. Lord, please keep him safe under the shadow of Your wings. Thank You very much for lending him to us for 23 years. May Afrika's soil cocoon her son in peace...
Baby bro' you will forever be missed. May your soul finally find perfect peace...
Ee sehlabelo saka ke nna ka sebele. Jesu Morena waka o se amohele.
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