Missing you....

He loved DIY...

If i die before my friends

...this is one of the poems in his book EPITAPH ON COLONIALISM AND SHORTER POEMS.

As i read this piece , i shiver inside....

listen to the whole poem on KBC English Service: Literary Giants from 1.30 p.m on 21st October 2007

His works

1. A Study of Kalenjin Linguistics (1979)
2. 100 Daily Essays
3. . An African Year in England
4. Tears over a dead cow and other stories
5. Epitaph on colonialism and shorter poems
6. Oral traditional History of the Kipsigis (1980)
7. English-Swahili-Kalenjin Nouns Dictionary
8. English- Kiswahili-Kalenjin Dictionary (1979)

i am my fathers daughter....

Now I know what I must do...
I am done crying, I march on;

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes....

To speak, honor and publicize.
Learning, drawing and growing.

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes...

Now I see in me what he saw
long before I was me.

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes...

From the begining....

Snippets of his biography

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Rungs In

Dr.

Toweett’s Biography

Dr. Taaitta Arap Toweett, Ph.D. (Nairobi), MA (Counseling Psychology).

• Born in May 1925 at Tebesoonic near Litein in Kisyaara Location, Kericho District.
• Educated at Chebwagan Primary School,
• African Government School, Kabianga (1939-43),
• Alliance High School, Kikuyu (1944-47),
• And Makerere University College where he studied Sociology, English Literature and History.
• He decided to become a social worker and therefore joined Jeans School, now Kenya Institute of Administration, Kabete, where he trained for social welfare work. Appointed Welfare Officer in Kericho in 1950.

Today - ...."No will"

Your life so structered, we crave to be like you

As we prepare to celebrate your life...confusion , grief and emotions reigned

As you had predicted.

But with time, prayer and God's guidance

We are in agreement.....As you wish so shall it be.

Now you are physically gone

I feel you more...

Every day, I get a new insight on who you truely are.

In retrospect our business was finished; You blessed me in ways so subtle

Your Goodbye sublime.

I love you Dad.....

In deep awe of you ....

He is DEAD!

Dear Dad, this is how i feel..........

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good. – W.H Auden