This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved mother, grandmother JOAN MOJOKO NGUNGE MONANGAI . We will remember her forever.
Tributes
Leave a tributeu were precious a gift from God, so much beauty, grace, love and patience u possessed. u touched my heart in so many ways, ur strength and smile even on dark days made me realise i have an angel beside me.
Mother u heard Gods whisper, calling u home, u did not want to leave me, i saw ur fight. You loved me so much taught u held on tight, until all ur strength was gone, and u could no longer hold on .Finally u gave ur hand to God and slipped away quietly without telling us bye.
I WILL FOREVER SALUTE YOU MOTHER , COS U BEEN ALL I EVER NEEDED IN MY LIFE. GOD GAVE ME THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD ! U TAUGHT ME TO NEVER GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS BUT TO PERSEVERE NO MATTER HOW HARD THE STORMS MAY BE.
I MISSS U MOM !
Leave a Tribute
u were precious a gift from God, so much beauty, grace, love and patience u possessed. u touched my heart in so many ways, ur strength and smile even on dark days made me realise i have an angel beside me.
Mother u heard Gods whisper, calling u home, u did not want to leave me, i saw ur fight. You loved me so much taught u held on tight, until all ur strength was gone, and u could no longer hold on .Finally u gave ur hand to God and slipped away quietly without telling us bye.
I WILL FOREVER SALUTE YOU MOTHER , COS U BEEN ALL I EVER NEEDED IN MY LIFE. GOD GAVE ME THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD ! U TAUGHT ME TO NEVER GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS BUT TO PERSEVERE NO MATTER HOW HARD THE STORMS MAY BE.
I MISSS U MOM !
In Memory of My Mother
By MONANGAI JOHN MONANGAI
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday–
You meet me and you say:
‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle–‘
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.
And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life–
And I see us meeting at the end of a town
On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.
O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us — eternally.
Mother to Son
By MONANGAI JOHN MONANGAI
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Child and Mother
By Monangai John Monangai
O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we’ll wander,–
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.