Sharon Jambawo paunouya paye moyo wako uzere neshungu,
Paunopfugama mabvi ako anodedera.Zvidzidzise kunamata.Mwari vanokunyaradza.I dedicate this song to you.May Yemurai rest in peace.
Am a mom to a 16year old son we live in Thailand. Yemurai's death touched me & my son so so  much.Lets celebrate Yemurai's life.


 

Patinouya paye
Moyo izere neshungu
Tinoda kunamata
Patopfugama paye
Nemabvi anodedera
Tinoda kunamata

Zvirwere zvivi zvinorema
Zvingakundwa sei
Tidzidzisei kunamata
Rugare rudo runyararo rungauya sei
Tidzidzisei kunamata

Tidzidzisei kunamata
Ishe mitoro yacho yakarema 
Hupenyu hwakaoma, toda kunamata 
Tidzidzisei kunamata
Ishe mabvi edu akaneta
Simba zvoropera, toda kunamata

Baba vedu vari kudenga 
Zita renyu ngarikudzwe
Tidzidzisei kunamata
Humambo hwenyu ngahuuye
Kuda kwenyu ngakuitwe
Tidzidzisei kunamata

Tipei nhasi kudya kwedu 
Kwamazuva namazuva
Tidzidzisei kunamata
Tiregererei zvivi zvedu 
Sezvatinoregerera vamwe 
Tidzidzisei kunamata

 A beautiful life is short    06/09/2011  

A beautiful life is often short

For it is lived in greatness,

As to hasten to the day of departure,

When many still desire its presence.

A beautiful life is as a great mountain,

Surely when if falls, It makes a roaring sound

for indeed, it was not ordinary

As many may have guessed

A beautiful life touches all when it ends

From the bottom of society

To the highest realms of power

For it goes in no ordinary way

A beautiful life ends as it started

With a grandeur fit for royalty

It teaches great lessons

Albeit silently 

A beautiful life is warm

So warm it is felt even when it’s gone

For many will seek comfort in that warmth

And long for it never to fade

A beautiful life is celebrated

By those near and those far

There is no other way of doing it

Except to remember and smile

For It Was here Only For A Little While!!

Caroline Zimano. Tribute to Yemurai Kanyangarara

Gone too soon but never forgotten .. sweetie it was a BIG  pleasure knowing you. am not just saying but i mean it from the bottom of my heart. You were an ANGEL in disguise. imma miss u so bad but at least u r celebrating in heaven :'(

memories are too deep but tears have dried up.. will meet one day :/ though u r far away now jus know am still ur best MATE Yemu.. love u loads rest in peace sweetie.. sleep tight angel

I saw it with my eyes that held tears tight

I saw her eyes held tears tight

It is the Eighth September that with her son she parts

At St Mary`s cemetery, not St Mary`s school or College

Someone murdered her son brutally

Murder that showed the young committing adult crimes

Whose identities we will never know but whose victim we will ever know

A young life just slipped away when everyone watched helplessly in London

Little boys committing murder in broad day light

When most little boys do not know what to murder is

That’s how as bad as it goes with murder after murder

`The coroner will release his body for burial`, she told me

Over eight weeks investigations and what a long wait for a mother so bereaved

`My son will finally come home and I will stay with him from early morning`, she added

`He won’t talk to me but I know I have done everything he would have wanted me to do`,

She showed me his big portrait to be on his casket

She took picture after picture for me to see which ones for the memorial card

`This one I love so much,` she repeated  

I looked at it and saw her boy then aged eight and with broad smile and alive

My tears held tight back but I cannot hold them back anymore

I don’t want her to see am breaking down now

I cannot face a bold mother preparing to let go her son

This is how she always planned for her son

Taking a paper and pen, jotting what he wants

This time not uniform, school shoes or money for school diner

This time she told me it’s a casket, his favourite song and order of the day at church

This time not to soccer matches where she cheered her son

This time to a memorial service where she weeps and mourns

This day becomes more scary, she told me

I told her it will be memorable, a bright boy who comes to live briefly

Then like a star he disappears in the dark and makes a permanent light

Thou shall not murder, fifth and central commandment

As I scribble this poem my eyes finally drop those tears

I saw a mother preparing her son for burial

She told me she will have a dove and will let it fly away after all is done

I will be there to recite a poem, `To a  mother whose son had hopes and aspirations`

I will be there to see how a mother lets go, I am a learner

She is my great teacher

I saw Sharon Jambawo preparing for her son Yemurai Kanyangara to rest in peace

Poem written by Betty Makoni for Sharon Jambawo

I visited Sharon Jambawo, mum to Yemurai Kanyangarara who was murdered in London on 1 July 2011 and she had to wait eight weeks whilst police carried out investigations. I had some quality time with her on 3 September 2011. I listened as she prepared her son for burial and memorial service on 8 September .I held my tears back very tight. I learnt a lot but with a lot of pain. I am a mother to 3 boys and right now I feel pain to see Yemurai go.

I will be there for the  burial and this is the text message I received

Dear friends and family

Poem title:To a mother whose son had hopes and aspirations

(Poem dedicated to Sharon Jambawo-Mother to Yemurai Kanyangarara and their whole family.)

This is a  poem from a mother to a mother

This poem is to a mother and son who today part

This poem is to a mother whose call to duty is by a son

Whose dreams and aspirations are word to word by his hand on a paper

This poem is to a mother whose son`s   tragedy raises hopes and aspirations

This poem is to a mother who through same tragedy aspires and inspires

This is a poem  from a grieved mother to a bereaved mother

This is a poem from a transformed mother to a transforming mother

This is a poem from a mother to mother

To a mother who at 19 had an adorable baby boy

To a mother who had only one son and just once

To a mother who after 16 years son slips away

To a mother whose young husband once loved and cared

To a mother who from afar cries and condolences fly

To a son who aspired to fly her mother far and further 

To a mother who once nursed a baby boy  and cuddled him

To a mother who cuddles not a son but his hopes and aspirations

This  poem know  you is from a mother to a mother

To a mother whose Young Yemurai was stabbed and died

To a mother who got short news bulletins that say no more

To a mother whose son` s hopes and aspirations say ever more

To a mother whose son had many awards and achievements

To a mother who today cannot stop condolences and consolations

To a mother who came a long way and has to face a longer way

This is a poem to a mother from a mother

This poem is to a mother whose son cannot answer when she calls

This is a poem to a mother whose calling is not  to  her one son

This is a poem to a mother whose calling to all other sons now

This is a poem I wanted to write to another mother

This is a poem to tell a mother when all you have is taken

This is a poem to say this is time when all is also  given

This is a poem to tell a bereaved mother to be a brave mother

This is a poem from an inspired mother to an inspiring mother

This is a poem to a mother whose son had hopes and aspirations

About the poet

(Betty Makoni www.muzvarebettymakoni.org  is mother to three  boys, 16 year old Tinopiwanashe (It is only God who gives) Spencer aged 14 and Mukudzeishe (Only praise God ) aged 10

Betty Makoni is CNN hero 2009 for Protecting the Powerless and has 26 global awards for excellence and innovation for her girls work

She wrote this poem after visiting Sharon Jambawo, mother to Yemurai  Kanyangarara to pay tribute and help with therapy as well as finding ways to carry the legacy of her son whose achievements inspired Betty Makoni to write a poem.

Betty Makoni lost a brother she mothered at age 12 and her brother Moses was 11.Since then she has always tried to find out how something tragic can be turned into positive energy

An inspiring story of Yemurai Kanyangarara is being put together by an expert Jessica from USA through Betty Makoni so that some boys can learn a lot from the life of Yemurai.Betty says that although media is focussing on death of Yemurai,there is a lot of great things Yemurai did that can be positively used for other boys of his age including her three sons 

`When something pains me I write a poem to see how best I can turn this negative feeling into positive feelings.`