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Mrs Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua 1942 - 2026

Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me-put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

Philippians 4:9 1

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ORDER OF

Service Master of Ceremony

Elder Watson Kamau Transport Manager

David Wagacha Service

10:00am Vote of Thanks

Mwai Mburu

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THOUGHT LEADER 5

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HONOURING OUR MATRIARCH

Mrs Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua 1st JANUARY 1942 - 26th OCTOBER 2026

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For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Philippians 4:9

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Birth Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua was born in Ngenia, Limuru, to the late David Mwai Thogo and Elizabeth Wanjiru Mwai. Her official records give her year of birth as 1942, although Cucu herself maintained that she may well have arrived in this world two or so years earlier. Birth registration in colonial Kenya was not always accompanied by the precision of modern record-keeping, and Cucu was never entirely persuaded that the authorities had got her date of birth quite right. Nevertheless, being the formidable and steadfast lady that she was, she adopted the birthday of her ngarana and granddaughter, Mwihaki Kinya, and thereafter celebrated the occasion alongside her. It was, perhaps, a rather fitting arrangement for a woman who had always preferred to settle such matters on her own terms. She was the fourth (4) of eight children, growing up alongside her siblings, in order: the late James Thogo, the late Mary Wairimu Kamau, the Late Francis Ngigi, the late Kangethe Mwai, Grace Njoki, Lucy Muthoni and Elijah Kimotho.

Early Life Mwihaki, or Kahaki, as her father affectionately called her, spent her early childhood in Ngenia, Limuru. Like many children of her generation, she learnt the value of hard work from an early age, helping with the family’s farming, tending to their animals and accompanying her mother to the local market to sell their farm’s produce. Her childhood, however, unfolded against one of the most turbulent chapters in Kenya’s history. During the State of Emergency, her father was detained, or thama, as it was known, leaving the family to contend with the considerable hardships of colonial rule. Even at her tender age, Kahaki played her part in the struggle, discreetly helping to supply food to Mau Mau fighters in the forest.

she would fondly recall those formative experiences with the words, “Ndioi Kurima-Ukiyonia”, acknowledging the lessons she had learnt at her sister’s side.

Education Kahaki began her formal education at Manguo Primary School in Limuru. With her father in detention and opportunities for girls’ education limited, however, her schooling was curtailed. Yet what she lacked in formal education, she more than made up for in enterprise, grit and an extraordinary instinct for business. As a young girl, Kahaki accompanied her mother to the market in Limuru, where they sold bananas side by side. There was, however, one rather curious difference: Kahaki invariably sold hers at twice the price her mother charged. Once she had exhausted her own stock, she would turn to her mother’s bananas and proceed to sell those at the same higher price. The remarkable part was not simply her ability to command twice the price, which she did quite unapologetically, but what she did with the proceeds. Every shilling, including the additional profit earned from selling her mother’s bananas, was faithfully handed over to her mother. Even then, the qualities that would come to define her were unmistakable: a keen commercial mind, an enterprising spirit and an uncompromising sense of integrity. Her mother recognised these qualities in her daughter. She was also mindful that Kahaki’s limited formal education was a source of disappointment to her. On one particularly memorable occasion, sensing her daughter’s despondency, she placed her hands upon Kahaki’s head and bestowed upon her a mother’s blessing. She assured her that she need not despair over the education she had been unable to pursue, for God would bless the work of her hands and guide her towards a future of her own making. How remarkably prophetic those words would prove to be.

As the difficulties of this period deepened, Kahaki went to live with her elder sister, Mary Wairimu, in Murengeti. There, under her sister’s care and guidance, she continued to acquire the practical skills and resilience that would serve her throughout her life. Years later, paying tribute to her late sister, 9

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Determined to make the most of every opportunity, Kahaki continued her pursuit of knowledge. She enrolled for adult studies at the then Kamirithu Social hall to perfect Kikuyu studies. Subsequently Waruhiu Farmers Training Centre, where she acquired practical agricultural skills, including cultivation of potatoes. Her pursuit of knowledge did not end there, in later years, she enrolled at ACK Language and orientation School for English classes. Yet she remained characteristically forthright about the importance of preserving one’s cultural identity. “English is a foreign Language,” she wound remind us, maintaining that we each had a duty to learn and preserve our mother tongue, while recognizing that this was no excuse for ignorance of other language and culture. There was, naturally, a little of Cucu’s unmistakable spirit in the classroom too. Among fellow students whose studies were sponsored by various institutions, Cucu would, when asked about her own sponsorship, proudly declare that her sponsor was “huyu mzee wangu” (her husband). She did so with all the grace, confidence and dignity for which she was known, qualities she possessed in abundance, notwithstanding her characteristic humility. Her commitment to learning was matched by her devotion to her faith. She subsequently pursued theological studies through PCEA Kirigiti in Kiambu, from which she graduated. For Cucu, education was never confined to the classroom, nor was learning something that ended with youth, or at all for that matter. She understood, perhaps better than most, that knowledge could be acquired through experience, curiosity, discipline and the willingness to begin again. Her life would become a testament to her mother’s wisdom: formal education may open doors, but integrity, grit and the courage to forge forward and to learn can take one remarkably far.

Marriage and Family In 1959, Mwihaki married the love of her life, the late Elder James Mbugua Ndukui, in a traditional customary ceremony. Their marriage was subsequently solemnised in a Christian wedding on 23 August 1975 at PCEA Kamandura Church, officiated by the Reverend George M. Melabe.Their union was blessed with the birth of their daughter, Jane Njeri, and, some years later, they welcomed Timothy Mbugua into their family. For Mwihaki, however, motherhood was never confined to the bounds of her kinship. She took a keen interest in the welfare of her extended family, offering guidance, encouragement and support to successive generations. To many within her church and community, she was a trusted confidante, a respected mentor and a source of quiet strength. She understood that kindness was most meaningfully expressed through action. Whether offering wise counsel, lending a sympathetic ear or extending a helping hand, she did so with characteristic discretion, dignity and generosity. Her influence reached well beyond her immediate family. Through her steadfast faith, sound judgement and strength 10

of character, she earned the affection and respect of those whose lives she touched. In this, as in so much else, Mwihaki’s life was distinguished not merely by the family she raised, but by the many lives she enriched.

Work Mwihaki possessed an extraordinary instinct for business, evident from her earliest days selling bananas at Limuru Market. What began as a young girl’s enterprise grew into a lifetime of commercial endeavour, marked by ambition, sound judgement, formidable determination and an exceptional capacity for hard work. From trading bananas, she ventured into agriculture, cultivating pyrethrum in Ndieya, Limuru, alongside potatoes and maize. But even then, Mwihaki’s ambitions extended well beyond her own prosperity. Of the six acres devoted to pyrethrum cultivation, she set aside an acre each for her mother and mother-in-law, retaining four for herself. She opened individual accounts for all three women with the Limuru Pyrethrum Growers’ Cooperative. She did not merely share her earnings. She created independent sources of income for the two women, sustained entirely through her own labour. By the early 1960s, her interests had extended beyond agriculture. She acquired shares in several enterprises, including Menengai Farmers Limited, where she subsequently served on the Board of Directors until October 2023. For a woman whose formal education had been curtailed, it was a remarkable achievement, though those who knew her commercial judgement and determination would hardly have been surprised.

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In 1969, Mwihaki moved to Eastleigh, Nairobi, where she established Kamirithu Provision Store. Together with her beloved husband, the late Elder James Mbugua Ndukui, and their children, she transformed a modest provisions shop into a thriving wholesale enterprise. Yet her success never diminished her concern for others. Through her involvement in the Eastleigh community, she helped organise and deliver essential supplies to families in need in Mathare. Her reputation was built not only upon business acumen, but upon integrity, fairness and an instinctive humanity. Her reliability also opened doors to further commercial opportunities. By then, she had acquired something that no classroom or business school could have taught: an almost uncanny ability to assess her merchandise at a glance. Not a scale in sight. Just Cucu’s eye.

A Life Of Faith And Service Faith was a cornerstone of Mwihaki’s life, guiding her convictions, shaping her values and finding expression in her unwavering commitment to the Church and the wider community. Her Christian journey began at PCEA Kamandura Church, where she was baptised, and subsequently confirmed. She accepted Christ as her personal Saviour in the year 1974 remaining steadfast in her faith throughout her life. Following her marriage, Mwihaki joined PCEA Eastleigh Church, where, in 1976, she was commissioned into the Woman’s Guild by Reverend Muciemi. This marked the beginning of a long and distinguished association with the Womans’ Guild, through which she would devote much of her time to Christian fellowship, mentorship and service. Her commitment soon found expression in leadership. From 1981 to 1984, Mwihaki served as Chairperson of the Woman’s Guild at PCEA Eastleigh, a responsibility she discharged with characteristic dedication, diligence and an abiding sense of duty. Her contribution extended to the wider ministry and development of the Church. She served as a Deacon and as a member of the Church Development Committee, taking an active interest in the growth of the congregation and its facilities. On several occasions, she was invited to serve as Chief Guest at fundraising events in support of the construction of a permanent sanctuary, as the congregation sought to replace its earlier iron-sheet structure. In August 2002, Mwihaki and her family settled in Njathaini. They subsequently transferred from PCEA Eastleigh to PCEA Kiambu Parish, becoming founding members of what was then PCEA Njatha-ini Church, now known as PCEA Mt. Olives Church. Her commitment to the Church was matched by an enduring appetite for knowledge. In 2003, she enrolled in a three-year Diploma in Theological Education by Extension (TEE), graduating on 26 February 2006 at a ceremony presided over

by Reverend Simon Githinji, then Parish Minister at PCEA Thindigua Church. For a woman whose early education had been interrupted by circumstances beyond her control, this was yet another expression of her determination never to allow age or convention to place limits on her pursuit of knowledge. From 2006 to 2008, Mwihaki served as Chairperson of the Woman’s Guild. Yet perhaps the most telling measure of her leadership was not her willingness to assume responsibility, but her readiness to relinquish it. Having served for two years, she declined to continue into a third, believing that the younger women she had mentored were ready to take their place in leadership. It was a characteristically assured decision. Mwihaki understood that leadership was not merely about holding office, but about preparing others to lead. She remained an active and devoted member of the Womans’ Guild until her passing. Her contribution to the establishment and growth of PCEA Mt. Olives extended well beyond her spiritual service. The Mbugua family played an instrumental role in the construction of the Church and, during its formative years, graciously opened their home to the congregation. The family residence became a place for church meetings, while church equipment was entrusted to their safekeeping. In this way, the family home became, for a time, an extension of the Church itself. For Mwihaki, whose hospitality was as generous as it was gracious, welcoming fellow worshippers was never an imposition but a natural expression of her faith. She understood that service to God was not confined to the sanctuary or measured by the offices one held. It was found equally in the encouragement offered to another, the opportunities created for those who followed, and the quiet acts of generosity through which a community is strengthened. Her faith was not simply something she professed; it was something she lived.

Illness Throughout her life, Mwihaki enjoyed remarkably good health, rarely, if ever, falling ill. Her sudden decline was therefore as unexpected as it was difficult for both her and her family to comprehend. Regrettably, in the early hours of 26 October 2026, before she could be transferred to hospital, the attending ambulance doctor confirmed that she had succumbed to her illness. Mwihaki departed peacefully in the comfort of her own home, just as she had wished. She had often spoken of the sanctuary she had built there, a place in which she found peace and solace. We take comfort in the knowledge that she is now at rest with the Lord, reunited with her beloved husband, Elder James Mbugua Ndukui, and her grandson, Mbugua Kinya, beside whom she will be laid to rest. A truly remarkable lady, in life distinguished by strength, resilience and unwavering faith, grace. Sleep well our Matriarch

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Defined by Detail A woman of remarkable strength, unwavering conviction and quiet generosity, whose life touched generations. She leaves a legacy of faith, fortitude and devotion to family that will endure.

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Nĩgũkorwo nĩwe wombire ciĩga ciakwa cia na thĩinĩ; wanyiitithanirie ndĩ o nda ya maitũ. Thaburi 139:13

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Guciarwo

Mathare Valley aria maari na thina. Ni amaheire indo ciake ateguthurania mundu ni wa kuma mwena uriku.

Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua aciarirwo mwaka wa 1942 ituraini ria Ngenia, Limuru. Ari mwana wa kana wa aciari ake mutigaire David Mwai Thogo na mwendwo niire Elizabeth Wanjiru Mwai. Maciaranirwo na Grace Njoki Ndungu, Lucy Muthoni, Elijah Kimotho, Mwendwoniire Mary Wairimu Kamau na atigaire James Thogo, Francis Ngigi, na Kangethe Mwai.

Ni undu wa kioo giake, mirago mingi ya maundu matiganite ni yathire ikihingukaga o nginya igikiria uria kirathi kia thukuru kingiamuthomithirie.

Unyinyi na githomo giake Mwihaki e mwana munyinyi ithe ameny erete kumuita Kahaki. Ta ciana iria ingi cia mahinda macio, niarutetwo na akonererio kuruta wira wa mugunda, kurithia mahiu na nimathiaga na nyina ndunyu kwendia marigu. Hindi ya mbara ya mau mau, niathire guikara na mwari wa nyina Mary Wairimu Kamau itura ria murengeti, kuria ambereirie githomo kinya kirathi gia keri.

Kuhika Mwihaki ni mamenyanire na mwendwa wake James Mbugua Ndukui mwakaini wa 1959 na makihikania na mutugo wa ugikuyu. Ni marathimirwo na ciana igiri na nio Dr. Jane Njeri na Timothy Kabucho. Nimacokire makirathimirwo kihiko kiao mweri 23rd August mwakaini wa 1975 kanithaini wa PCEA Kamandura church ni mutigaire Rev. George M. Melabe.

Wira

Mwihaki ari na kiheyo kia biashara okuma o tene. Mathiaga na nyina kwedia marigu Limuru na Makagayana maita meri. Make akendia goro na akariikia mbere ma nyina mathire. Niaingirire Mbiashara nyingi ta cia ngirigacha, pyrethrum, waru , ona mbembe. Acre Ithathatu iria ari nacio cia pyrethrum agayanirire maita matatu imwe akihe nyina na iyo igi akihe nyachiarawe nigetha mone mbeca cio ciakuhuthira. Gatagati ka 1960 ni ahotete gukura nginya akambiriria kugura shares cia ma kambuni. Ni agurire shares cia Menegai Farmers Society na ni achokire gutuika member ya Board ya Directors nginya October 2023. 1969 mari hamwe na muthuri wake ni mahingurire Kamirithu provision store na ikimithodeka ki biashara nginya igituika whole sale store. Ni mekire wega munu biasharaini o nginya makiambiriria guteithia andu a 15

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Kanitha Joyce Mwihaki niathomire kirathi na akibatithio Kanithaini wa PCEA Kamandura Limuru. Niaigereirwo moko o kanithaini ucio.

akiheyo diploma mweri 26/2/2006, igongonaini riria riatabaniriu ni Mutungatire wa PCEA Kiambu Parish Rev. Simon N Githinii kanithaini wa PCEA Thindigua church.

Joyce nietikirire Mwathani ta mohonokia wa ngoro yake mwakaini wa 1975 uira uria aturite arutite nginya kuhuruka kwake. Nimatham iire kanithaini wa PCEA Eastleigh church Nairobi kuria marathimirwo kihiko kiao mwakaini wa 1975. Niatunyire gwataniroini ya atumia ya Woman’s Guild na mwakaini wa 1976 akiamuruo e mumemba wa Guild ni Mutingaire Rev. Muci emi. Niatungatire ta Mwene giti wa Guild kuma mwakaini wa 1981 nginya 1984. Mwari wa ithe witu niatungatite mawira maingi matiganite ta Deacon na memba wa Development committee kuria marutire wira muingi wa guaka kanitha nginya makiuma kanitha wa mabati magithii wa mahiga. Mwakaini wa 2002, Joyce hamwe na nyumba yake nimatham iire itura ria Njathaini na magithama kanitha wa PCEA Eastleigh magithii PCEA Kiambu Parish, Kambui Presbytery. Joyce hamwe na muthuriwe Mutig aire Elder James Ndukui mari amwe an aria mambereirie kanitha wa PCEA Njathaini uria umuthi witaguo PCEA Mt. Olives, kanitha uyu turi umuthi. Kanitha ucio ugiakwo, mwari wa ithe witu Joyce na mwendwa wake Mutigaire Elder James Mbugua Ndukui nimaheyanire mucii wao uria wahuthagirwo kuiga indo cia mwako, na indo cia kanitha. Kamiti ya mwako, na micimanio yothe ya kanitha yacemanagio kwao mucii. Joyce niatugaga aria othe mukaga na aratuire ekaga o uguo nginya kuhuruka Kwake. Utana wake urare wa mwanya Mwakaini wa 2006 nginya 2008, mwari wa ithe witu Joyce niathurirwo ta Mwene giti wa Woman’s guid kanithaini wa PCEA Njathaini church. Arikia gutungata miaka iiri, niahuire thutha ndagathuro ringi nu guthurwo atumia ethi aria unereirie uria wira Ngai urutagwo. Mwari wa ithe witu arari muheyani kirira, mwekaniri hinya, muheyani mahinda make una indo cake Wiraini wa Ngai. Niathomithagia andu ethi mamenye ati wira wa Ngai nduthimagwo na giti kia mtu athuritwo nu uthimagwo na uria mundu akuritie wira wa Ngai ihinda riria ahetwo wira wa gutunguria. Mwari wa ithe witu Joyce araturire ari wa thiritu ya Woman’s Guild nginya kuhuruka kwake. Joyce niendete guthoma muno kiugo kia Ngai. Mwakaini wa 2003 nieyandikithirie githomo kia TEE (Theological Education by Extension) kiria athomire miaka itatu na 16

NDWARI Mütüürire-ini wake wothe, Mwihaki atuire na ügima mwega müno wa mwiri, na ni maita manini müno anaruara. Ni ündü ücio, kühinyîrika kwa ügima wake na ihenya ni kwari ündü ütari mwirigiririe, na wari müritü müno küri we mwene na famili yake. No, ütukü wa 25 mweri wa Ikümi, mwaka wa 2026, thaa ithano-ini cia ütukü, Mwihaki niambiriirie kügĩa na thĩna wa kuhihia, ürĩa wongererekire o na ihenya. Küringana na ütaaro wa dagitari ake, nietiirwo ambulance niguo acookio Aga Khan Hospital. Na kieha kinene, rüciini tene rwa müthenya wa 26 mweri wa Ikümi, mwaka wa 2026, mbere ya gütwarwo thibitari, dagitari üria wokire na ambulance nĩamenyithirie famili ati Mwihaki niarikitie rügendo rwake rwa gükũ thĩ. Mwihaki niahurükire na thayü ari mücii gwake, o ta üria endete. Niakenagira gukorwo gwake mucie-ini handü ha thayü naühurüko.

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Mwihaki with the love of her life, the late Elder James Mbugua Ndukui.

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DAUGHTER’S TRIBUTE

Jane N. Kinya, PhD

y dear, loving mother, words cannot express what you mean to me and what I have learned from you over the years. What I can say is, “O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder consider all the wonderful things Your hand has made, as I see the stars and Thy power all over the universe displayed.” I also marvel at the wonderful person You created who is my mother. My mother was very courageous. Born between two boys, she learned at an early age to defend herself and would not take shade from anyone. Growing up during the State of Emergency, she had the courage to support the Mau Mau movement. My mother is a ‘Mutumia Ngatha’. When my father passed on, my mother took on the upkeep of their legacy with sheer determination. She told me she had set up boundaries to protect herself as a widow against a backdrop of horror stories of widow abuse. One of these was maintaining control of her financial affairs until the end. The last time she went to the bank was in September to dutifully pay taxes, and I could see the struggle. She was well known by the bank employees in all the branches we had visited together. I thank God she never had to use her thumbprint. It was the same commitment she applied to attending AGMs for all her shareholdings. When I asked in 2025 whether she would attend an upcoming one, she told me, “I have always attended, and I intend to continue attending.” The last one she attended was in March 2026. Such was her determination. For Mutumia Ngatha, my mother, every day qualified for Sunday best. She was dressed to the tilt every single day before she would come out of her bedroom, by which time her house had to be spotless. This is one trait I would love to ape.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder consider all the wonderful things Your hand has made, as I see the stars and Thy power all over the universe displayed. Mum loved to travel, and her explorations always brought her closer to people. From destinations across Kenya to Israel, the United Kingdom, the USA, Rwanda, and many other places, she would always make an effort to visit friends and family around the world. One month after she was discharged from AAR, we took one of the many trips together and travelled to Mombasa. She loved the journey and adjusted her headscarf in a stylish manner befitting the occasion. I must thank all the wonderful Kenyans we met, as Mum was accorded VIP treatment on account of her age. We met a lovely taxi driver who told Mum he was an expert at handling Cucu, as his own grandmother was

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over 100 years old while his mother was over 80. At the hotel where we stayed, all room service charges for Mum were waived. I cannot forget one man who assisted Mum all the way to her seat and arranged for assistance in Mombasa. Kenyans love the elderly, as Mum was prayed for, declared healed, and encouraged by well-wishers to walk along the beach, a feat I had failed to manage. She asked me for the first time in her life to assist her with her baths, so I would ask her to bathe after swimming to retain my costume for the shower, and she never failed to remind me how inappropriate my attire was. She had an obsession with using all the towels, which I could not understand. Such was her enduring love for cleanliness. She made many friends in Mombasa who helped her on her walks, especially when she thought I was not cooperating. She would call others to hold her hand. Mum loved to talk and always approached strangers to chat. In Mombasa, one lady wanted me to provide translation so they could chat. I informed her that Mum was conversant in Swahili, and when she came back to Kiambu for some time, she used Swahili in daily conversation for a while. I’m glad she was able to experience what she loved —people from all walks of life. I thank God for such a wonderful mother. It is God who gave us my mother, and to Him she returns. May His name always be glorified. Amen. Jane N. Kinya, PhD

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SON’S TRIBUTE

Timothy Kabucho Mbugua Faith dreams of the harvest, but it is the willing hands that rise early to plow the earth.

smart,carried a quiet dignity that shielded our family through every single storm, and possessed a beautiful smile that could light up any room. We lose a devoted mother and grandmother, but the foundation she and Dad laid stands forever. Proverbs 31:27-28 reminds us: “The righteous look after the affairs of their household and do not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed.”

Mum and Dad lived by this truth. The legacy you see today did not appear out of thin air; it began with potatoes in Limuru market and pyrethrum on the farm. Bags and bags of it. From those lowest, most humble beginnings, Mum possessed a brilliant, clever acumen. She would get potatoes on credit from a wholesaler, set up her retail spot just meters away, and pay them back by the end of the market day.

“Next time you see potatoes... remember Mum, will you? Rest in power, Mum. You are reunited with Dad, and your legacy is secure in us.”

Powered purely by the fierce force of her personality, she truly mastered the art of creating something out of absolutely nothing. Through that tireless hustle, Mum and Dad gave Jane and me a platform—a rock-solid foundation. It is strictly on their shoulders and on that very platform that we have built our own lives today. She lived by the timeless truth of Proverbs 22:1: “A good name is more desirable than great riches.” Her word was her bond. Growing up, our weekends were our own “university of life”—we spent them alternating between plucking pyrethrum on the Limuru farm and running the businesses in Eastleigh. It was always either the farm or the business, nowhere else. Through this intensive training, she and Dad instilled in us a relentless work ethic that remains our greatest inheritance. Yet, for all her stoic strength, Mum was incredibly sharp, pithy, and humorous. She had a way of cutting through nonsense with a single phrase. If she saw you approaching a situation without an ounce of wisdom or foresight, she would look at you and drop that unforgettable Kikuyu word: NDINGOINGO. In her witty, no-nonsense way, she’d make you realize you were acting like a dung beetle—rolling blindly ahead without thinking—and she’d instantly snap you back into reality. Mum turned her hard-earned success into a sanctuary. She was generous to a fault, embodying the scripture in Hebrews 13:2: “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” Because of her immense heart, our home was a permanent revolving door of warmth, never empty of relatives, friends, or those who simply needed a place to stay. As a pillar of the PCEA Church and a devoted leader in the Woman’s Guild, her faith was a heavy, beautiful volume of work written in active service. She lived out the words of James 2:18: “I will show you my faith by my deeds.” She was 23

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A Loving Tribute From Chiku Oh Mum, what can I say? From the day I met you in 2005, you welcomed me and my boys with so much love and generosity. The time they spent in Kiambu brought them such joy, and I always knew they were in the best hands. I still remember Gacheri saying, “They’re treated like princes!” because they got away with so much and got treats as well!. Thank you for every prayer, every kindness, and every warm welcome. Your faith in Jesus was at the heart of everything you did. You loved people so well, and our family was blessed by that love. I know for sure that the Lord has welcomed you in heaven saying ‘Well done, good and faithful servant’ Thank you for everything. You will be deeply missed and lovingly remembered. Chikû

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A Loving Tribute To Our Beloved Mama Jane We gather with grateful hearts to honor the incredible life of Mama Jane. She was a devoted servant of God and a cherished mother to many. He life shone as a beacon of faith, love and selfless service.

Together with her late husband, Man Jane responded to Gods call with dedication and humility. together with Elder Evans Kamau this two couples generously donated their resources and time for development of PCEA Mt. Olives. Mama Jane and her spouse faithfully lived out the Great Commission, spreading the gospel from house to house and strengthening the church community. Her generosity and commitment are deeply remembered. Mama Jane pastoral care extended deeply into the lives of many. She visited the sick and needy, offering prayer and hope during difficult times. I personally, experienced her kindness during my hospitalization at Aga Khan Hospital, where she courageously prayed for my healing and uplifted my spirit with faith after a car accident. Beyond our local community, Mama Jane supported many missionaries and ministries. She hosted and welcomed both local and global missionaries, got connected to Mission of Hope International (MOIH) and Transformation Restoration and Unity Programme (TRU). She hosted the operators of the later program. In her later years, even as age and illness challenged her, Mama Jane warmly received my pastoral visits. I remember her fondly saying, “Mwana wakwa ni woka,” to which I would

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respond, “Mwana ni oka kugeithia,” and sometimes I would say “Mwana ni oka kuonga.” After our fellowship, she would insist we share a cup of tea and snacks, always reminding me with wisdom, “Mwana no Nyina no ndugathine kana uhute riria ndiho”.These sayings spoke of her deep love, care, and comforting bond we shared. As we say our goodbyes, we carry forward her legacy by loving God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength as she lived, following the greatest commandments in Mark 12: 30 that states, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength” We also hold close Paul’s encouragement in 1 Corinthians 15: 58 that states. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain” Mama Jane, your spirit remains forever with us. Rest in perfect peace, dear mother, as we commit to honouring your life by embracing the love, faith, and wisdom shared. REV. MARTIN MWANGI, PCEA LAY TRAINING CENTRE, PCEA KIAMBU PRESBTERY

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Parents & Siblings

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Tributes Grandchildren Mbugua Kabucho (BO) My Cucu was a place to me. The moments I did get to spend with her were so special as we paid good money to come visit, and everytime it was more than worth the money. Her house , her hospitality & her hearty laugh. She always made sure we knew where our true home was and still is. And although I never got to share in deep conversation she shared with me my heritage & home and these are things worth more than words , thank you Cucu for everything, I’m happy you went peacefully in your own home, May God welcome you joyfully into paradise.

Muhika Kabucho She was such a strong, unforgettable character who’s caring nature made me feel loved. Her laughter brought me joy and her presence always filled up the room. From as young as I can remember, anytime she heard of anything I did she would say “werro done, gooodyy boy” and hearing that from her always put a smile on my face and gave me confidence. I hope one day I can uplift others around me the way she did.

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Kennah Macharia Cucu, I will forever be grateful for the way you always showed up for my family and me through every season of life. From travelling all the way to Mombasa to stand with me during our ruracio, to being there when our children were born to offer your blessings, love and support, your presence in our lives was truly a gift.

Antony Waweru An Amazing Granny, a Loving Granny, a Loving Mother, an Advisor, a Good Listener, a Prayer Warrior. You fought In Silence And You Were Resilient, But The Good Lord Wanted You Home Early. Go Well, Cucu; you never failed anyone. He Loved You Most And Took You Home to Rest Among His Chosen Lilies.

To Wangari and Munira, you were the sweetest Maito, always playful and showering them with affection, especially when you saw them on Sundays after church. Those moments and the warmth of your love will forever remain a precious part of their childhood. Rest well, Maito. Thank you for being such a blessing to us. You will forever be loved, cherished and deeply missed.

You were deeply Loved. You will Be Missed, and your absence will be felt forever. May Your Sweet, Loving Soul Rest in Eternal Peace, Cucu.

Laci Kapten

I’ll always remember you as a woman full of love and unforgettable, colourful outfits. You brought warmth and joy to every room you entered; I’ll always cherish the anecdotes and wisdom you shared on our walks around the farm, forever in my core memories. Rest peacefully cucu

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GRANDSON’S TRIBUTE

Jason Gichohi Before I begin, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each of you for gathering here today to celebrate the life of my grandmother, Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua. Your presence means the world, and I know she valued every one of you profoundly. Now comes the hardest part: trying to capture the life of such a remarkable, loving, and extraordinary woman. When I was six months old, I was introduced to my grandmother (Joyce Mwihaki Mbugua) . During that first encounter, she introduced me to a popular, comforting ritual: danking bread in tea, contrary to the rules of etiquette. Of course ordinary her immediate reaction to anyone else danking on bread was forbidden : Niki ureka kotari hadaf Gichohi. Out of it, a bond was formed that could never be undone. It has lasted more than forty years, in flesh and in spirit, and it will live on in spirit for eternity. She lived intentionally and made every single day count. “Slow and sure was her policy.” She was born into a different world, during the colonial era, when laws were being codified to enforce racial segregation. It was a world that asked more of people, expected less comfort, and rewarded hard work with a kind of dignity that is harder to find today. She met that world with everything she had, and yet she never stopped giving.

So tonight, and many nights to come, I’ll be danking my bread in my tea, against all etiquette. And I’ll think of you. I love you always.

She raised a generation and taught us, not with speeches but by example, what it means to be a person of integrity. Her kindness wasn’t simply a trait she possessed; it was woven into the very fabric of her being, lighting up even the darkest days for those around her. She possessed a vitality that time could never extinguish. She was spirited, razor-sharp in conversation, and resolutely self-reliant. She radiated more vigour and held stronger convictions than many people. She never softened difficult truths, yet she approached life with wonderful lightness. She was a woman of remarkable strength and fierce independence, yet she consistently placed the wellbeing of others before her own. Whenever I was in need, whether with small worries or significant challenges, she was there, offering not just her time but her complete and undivided attention. She was a confidante, a mentor, a source of unconditional love, and a steady anchor in turbulent times.

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She expressed affection through her presence and practical support, instinctively knowing when to offer gentle encouragement and when to step back and trust you. She didn’t mollycoddle, but her faith in our abilities was unwavering, and that confidence continues to sustain us. Those who knew her understood the depth of love she held for her family. She spoke of us with such evident pride, celebrating our achievements and supporting us through setbacks. She was the heartbeat of our family, and life without her feels fundamentally altered. Whilst the pain of her physical absence is acute, I find comfort in knowing she is now at peace. I take solace in the certainty that her spirit remains with me, guiding my steps and whispering encouragement when I most need it. Her influence goes beyond the stories she told or the quips she delivered. It lives in the attitude she passed on and the self-assurance she cultivated in us. She was a force of resilience, intelligence, and self-determination, and she

encourages me never to retreat from life’s challenges, but to face them head-on, with good humour, wonder, independence, and courage. Cucu, as I conclude, thank you for being the luminous spirit you always were. Thank you for showing me what genuine courage looks like, and for teaching me that we have a responsibility to leave this world better than we found it. Your light continues to shine through all those you inspired. Grandma, I love you beyond measure, and I don’t know how I will navigate this daunting world without you beside me. But I know you are out there, watching over me. So tonight, and many nights to come, I’ll be danking my bread in my tea, against all etiquette. And I’ll think of you. I love you always. Rest well cucu.

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GRANDDAUGHTER’S TRIBUTE

Gacheri Kinya

y Cucuuu! (My cheerful announcement whenever I walked into her house. Cucu would promptly rise to meet me halfway for our signature high-five, a particularly successful one rewarded with a delighted “Aga dokojukite!” Our little ritual of mischief, affection and laughter). Oh, how I shall miss it! Where does one begin with a lady as extraordinary as my Cucu? A lifetime of lessons, laughter, adventures, wise counsel and treasured memories, and scarcely enough pages to do her justice. Indeed, I dare suggest that the entire programme ought to have been devoted to my tribute alone! And even then, I suspect I would have struggled to fit it all in. Nevertheless, I shall endeavour to exercise some restraint. For Cucu was not merely my grandmother. She was my adviser, confidante, treasured gem and, rather wonderfully, my bestie. She was our formidable Matriarch: astute, dignified, sharp-witted and iron-willed. Steadfast in her convictions, yet gentle, kind-hearted, generous almost to a fault and wonderfully cheeky, all embodied and carried with effortless grace and elegance. She possessed a quiet authority and a 34

remarkable gift for diplomacy. She knew her mind, expressed herself with characteristic finesse and preferred persuasion to confrontation. Indeed, her particular genius lay in achieving her objectives so gracefully that everyone came away quite convinced the idea had been theirs in the first place! Cucu took a keen interest in our upbringing, and much of our childhood was spent in her company. School holidays, weekends, any opportunity would do, and she was seldom shy about requesting our presence! Growing up under her influence was an education in itself. She instilled in us integrity, independence, industry and an abiding faith in God. Above all, she believed that our purpose on earth was to be of service to one another (“Witue mundu!”) a principle she lived by and expected us to uphold. And when I speak of industry, I mean it quite literally - hauling bales of unga and sacks of sugar from delivery trucks into the store. Do not let the polished exterior and six-inch heels fool you; I have done my share of heavy lifting, and rather stylishly too! In her own remarkable way, Cucu raised a generation of God-fearing, principled and dignified young Tucucu, each with a little of her formidable spirit. And what a legacy that is!

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What an absolute honour to have been your Gacucu. What an extraordinary joy to have been your bestie. In the last five years, I had the extraordinary privilege of caring for Cucu and managing her affairs under her direction. Somewhere along the way, my Cucu became my closest bestie. We sang, laughed, shared secrets and discussed everything from faith and family to business, investments and life’s more complicated characters. And what tremendous fun we had! Cucu was also my most trusted confidante and sounding board. Whether navigating her affairs or contemplating my own, I could always rely on her remarkably astute counsel. She had a delightful way of guiding me towards the answer, only to observe, with characteristic mischief, that I had known it all along. “Niwona! Wi gutiri hidi utamenyaga uria ugwika!” What a privilege it was to learn at her side! Lessons in judgement, strategy, enterprise, generosity and the delicate art of people, an education fitting of finishing school! And underpinning it all was her unwavering faith and constant refrain: “Gai, namahoya bere ya maudu mothe, Gacheri. Niwanyita hau?!” Naturally, we had the occasional difference of opinion. Having raised me to be firm in my convictions, Cucu could hardly have been surprised when I put that particular lesson into practice! Such occasions were exceedingly rare, precisely two, by my reckoning. As Nyambura recently reminded me, Cucu had a rather charming way of making peace. Within minutes, she would summon me with a mischievous smile and declare, “Nanigwo wi Muthama, ni wamenya ngima yumaga Mutu-ini, my granddaughter?” Then, quite cheerfully say, “uka, we talk. We are now friends. Akoro nidahetia-ri johera.” and just like that, peace restored! No appeal permitted! And between me and you, I think the English was thrown in there to mallify me (worked like a charm). As the years passed, our formidable matriarch gradually entrusted herself and her affairs to my care. A profound reversal of roles, but what an extraordinary privilege and treasured gift those years proved to be! Even as her physical strength waned, her wit remained sharp, her dignity undiminished and her independence of mind entirely her own. Cucu was still unmistakably Cucu. Indeed, much as I reluctant to admit it to my mum then, and even more so now, she outwitted me on several occasions, with such exquisite finesse that I was quite convinced we had arrived at the decision together, until I was not. What a lady! I shall dearly miss our songs, laughter, counsel, delightful stubbornness and, above all, my bestie. As for the everything taught, Cucu, I intend to put it to excellent use. I suspect you would expect nothing less! Quite what I shall do with my suddenly unoccupied weekends, however, remains to be seen! What an absolute honour to have been your Gacucu. What an extraordinary joy to have been your bestie. Rest peacefully, my Cucuuu, reunited with Guka and Mbugua. I shall love you, always. And yes, ngima truly yumaga mutuini … and you were our mutu. 35

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GRANDDAUGHTER’S TRIBUTE

Mwihaki Kinya Atiriri ‘my name’, Kai wa ndigira mwana? Tweranite atĩ wee nĩwe maitu, mwana nĩwaku. Ngurorere Nĩngũgũcokeria. If you have left her in my care, then it is because you have also offered an exemplary path for me to follow, in words and, most importantly, in actions. I will take this on with your wise counsel. ‘Mwihaki, Ũũgĩ uumaga kũrĩ Ngai. There are not enough words to describe the impact you have had on my life. You have moulded me through every phase, as a baby, a girl, a lady, and now a woman. You changed my life for the better, and now I get to pass it on to Wangari. Surely, God has shown us favor. To me, Cucu, you were all these things: a visionary, an architect, a designer, a mathematician, a maverick and above all my ngarana. As a visionary, you shared with me your building plans, “nyumba ino mwihaki igukorwo two in one”. You went on to explain, in great detail, the open concept and your ideal tenants. In awe, I asked how you knew all this so well. In a low tone like you often adopted when you were ready to share something profound . “Ni ugi wakwa waguciaruo.” I knew then what you meant. What begun as your vision, now stands as house’s. Co-created with God. A tangible expression of what you saw long before it came to be.

As a mathematician, whenever I wanted to experiment with a project, I would avoid sharing any numbers with you until I could prove the concept right. You would simply ask me two or three questions and, in what felt like an instant, arrive at a conclusion. “Mwihaki, hau hatiri faida”, my heart would drop, cause I knew I had to go back to the drawing board. In the instances I didn’t listen, you would affirm ‘mundu ekaga maundu slow but sure’. You were a maverick and leader, strong willed and independent of thought and action. I observed in awe your ability to navigate life with confidence and conviction. I grew up witnessing you and Guka’s hardwork, among the many lessons was ‘mundu agirirwo kwirugamirira na Ngai ni ekurathima wira wamoko maku’ There is a song I grew up hearing you sing, it speaks of Moses, but I will now speak of you.

To me, Cucu, you were all these things: a visionary, an architect, a designer, a mathematician, a maverick and above all my ngarana.

“Mũrũthi wa Judah, ũka ngoro; Mũrũthi wa Judah, ũka ngoro yakwa; Ũka ũndathime. Nĩwe warĩ na Cucu, ũka ngoro Nĩwe warĩ na Guka, ũka ngoro yakwa Ũka ũndathime.” Cucu, ndagucokeria ngatho nyigi. You have done your part, Hau hangi ndigira.

As an architect, you were a translator of more than buildings. In our lives, you translated culture, identity, material knowledge and collective memory in ways that allowed us to continue to evolve. In the built environment, you understood the direction windows needed to face for natural lighting, the height of ceilings, the materials required for natural ventilation and how best to maximise space. You explained drawings with exact precision. You had a vision and knew exactly what went where. You guided the drawings, blueprints and construction, and those who worked alongside you can attest to your accuracy in the built environment. Today, I can attest that you were an architect of both spaces and people. Your most crucial skill, however, was your ability to transform lives. As a designer, your acumen was evident in your sense of style, Your understanding of colour theory is a highly sought-after skill, yet yours came naturally. You had an eye for detail, Every piece well thought of, prepared and styled. There is one aspect that can’t be replicated, “wamitaga riri”. That is what set you apart. 37

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Tell your children about it, and let your children tell their children, and their children the next generation. Joel 1.3

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FAMILY TRIBUTES To our family she was Tata, and Cucu, with her big smile and hearty laugh, always joyful, and at times funny. When our first child arrived, she was in the US within a month. She arrived ready and willing to help with whatever was needed, and a good job she did. From that visit a strong bond with Tata was born. Whenever we were in Kenya, she would find us, set a date and take the kids to Java. To their delight, they could eat everything and anything. We enjoyed our visits to her home, always warm and welcoming. The children are so fond of her. She openly showed her love and kindness with consistency. We observed that each time we were in her home, there was a relative or someone she was housing and assisting in some way. We will always remember her consistent love and kindness. She was endlessly generous and thoughtful, consistent with her words and actions, and always treated our family with great care when we met. We already feel her loss and are trying to process that the next time we are in Kenya, there will be such a void. We will miss her dearly. She is forever loved. Rest with the angels our Tata and Cucu. Dearly loved by, Thogo, Wanjiku, Kamau, Wairimu & Kihika. 40

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My dearest Tata, There are not enough words in the world to thank you for everything you have done for me. You came into my life when I was too young to understand and stood by me when I needed you. You gave me love without asking for anything in return. You sacrificed your comfort for my happiness, your dreams for my future, and your strength became the foundation of my life. As I grew older, I realised that I have built every achievement upon your strength, sacrifice and prayers. No matter where life takes me, a part of my heart will always belong to you. Thank you for loving me in ways I may never fully understand. I love you, Tata, more than words can ever say. Tata koma thayo. Elizabeth Wanjiku

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FRIEND’S TRIBUTE

Grace Kanyarati It is with a heavy heart that the Kanyarati family bids farewell to our dear friend, Mama Jane. We first met Mama Jane in 1993 at PCEA Langata Church, and from those early days a strong bond of friendship grew between our families. What began in the pews of the church soon extended into our homes, as we visited one another and shared in each other’s joys and challenges. Over the years, we leaned on each other for comfort and advice, and I always knew I could turn to her in difficult times, just as she knew she could turn to me. Our friendship grew richer still as we came to know her children and grandchildren, and I fondly remember our trip to Rwanda to visit her granddaughter, Mwihaki. The true depth of our bond was sealed when Mama Jane and Baba Jane stood beside my dear late husband and me as best maid and best man at our wedding. That act of love and trust is something I have carried in my heart ever since. In our later years, illness kept us apart more than either of us would have wished. It was painful, at times, to meet her and find that she could not remember me. Yet I hold on to the many years when she knew me well and loved me as a sister and friend. 42

The true depth of our bond was sealed when Mama Jane and Baba Jane stood beside my dear late husband and me as best maid and best man at our wedding. Mama Jane was a woman of deep Christian faith, and I take comfort in knowing she has gone to be with the Lord she served so faithfully. As the Apostle Paul wrote: “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” — 2 Timothy 4:7 Until we meet again, my dear friend, go well. May your soul rest in eternal peace. — On behalf of the Kanyarati family-Grace Kanyarati

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Friends & Family

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Ti Itheru Twĩ Mürata(181) (What a friend We have in Jesus)

[1] Ti itherũ twĩ mũrata,ũtahana arĩa angĩĩ Jesũ nĩrĩo rĩtwa rĩake,nowe mũtũhoeri. Kaĩ ũhoro ũcio naguo,nĩguo wa magegania Atĩ tũngĩhoya Ngai,Ndangĩrega kũigua. [2] Rĩu tũtĩraga nĩkĩĩ,kũmwarĩria kaingĩ ma Nĩtũrĩkanĩre nake,tondũ nĩguo endaga Ona tũngematha guothe,tuona ũngĩ ta ũyũ Aca tũtikona ũngĩ, ũngĩtũigua ta Jesũ [3] O mũthenya tuona ndeto,cia mũtino kana kĩĩ Tũngemakio nĩ ũrirũ, githĩ to tũmwĩre we Arata aitũ arĩa ange, rĩmwe matũmenaga No Jesũ ndangetĩkĩra,gũtũte nginya tene.

Kazi yangu ikiisha

When my life work is endend

Ngũtũüra Ngoocaga Mwathani Wakwa(177) (Standing on the Promises)

1. Ngũtüüra ngoocaga Mwathani wakwa, Ciranîro ciake nĩacihingagia, We niwe wa Kügoocwo o Igürü: Cifraniro ciake ni cia ma. Ni gütüura ndüire njetereire ciraniro ciake, Nduire ,ndüire,njetereire ciraniro cia Ngai. 2. Ciranîro ciake itikaaga o r O na mathina maingi mangingora; Ndĩ na kiugo kĩa Ngai no ngahoota: Cifraniro ciake ni cia ma. 3. Cifranîro cia Jesũ nîcio cia ma, Cia wendani münene ma honokio; Mütharaba wake nĩguo ütümaga Tuume gikuûini gĩa Caitani. 4. Ndatüüra na ciranîro ndikagũa, Ndüüre ‘thikagîĩria Roho wa Ngai; Ngahurüke he Mühonokia wakwa: Ciranîro ciake nĩ cia ma.

1. Kazi yangu ikiisha, nami nikiokoka; Na kuvaa kutokuharibika, Nitamjua Mwokozi nifikapo ng’amboni; Atakuwa wa kwanza kunilaki. Nitamjua, nitamjua, nikimwona uso kwa uso; Nitamjua, nitamjua, kwa alama za misumari. 2. Furaha nitapata nikiona makao Bwana aliyotuandalia; Nitamsifu mwokozi kwa rehema na pendo Vilivyonipa pahali Mbinguni. 3. Nao waliokufa katika Bwana Yesu, Nitawaona tena huko juu; Lakini nifikapo kwake huko Mbinguni, Nataka kumwona Mwokozi kwanza. 4. Milangoni mwa mji Bwana atanipitisha, Pasipo machozi wala huzuni. Nitauimba wimbo wa milele; lakini Nataka kumwona Mwokozi kwanza.

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Gwatiai Matawa Manyu

It is well With my soul

1. Gwatiai matawa manyu, Tondü nduma nĩ ĩgüka; Nduma nene kündü guothe, Matawa nĩ magwatio.

When peace like a river attended my way When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say It is well, it is well, with my soul

Gwatiai matawa manyu, Muri na wendo münene; Mwathani e hakuhĩ güka, Matawa nĩ magwatio.

It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul

2. Andü ngiri nyingĩ mũno, Maikaire makomete; Ithui na ithui twihokete, Ati no egücoka. 3. Ciîko na witikio nîcio, Cia gũtoria thũ ciitũ; Twathika no türathimwo, Twaga kúgía na nganja. 4. Ciugo ciake nîcio tawa, Na tütikahîtithio; O na mogwati mangíüka, Ndagatürekereria.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought My sin, not in part but the whole Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight. The clouds be rolled back as a scroll The trumpet shall sound and the Lord shall descend. Even so, it is well with my soul It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) Oh it is well, it is well with my soul It is well with my soul

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“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139: 9-10 48