Mose no words can explain the pain am feeling right now, you were more like my small brother. I have met good people in my life, I keep saying if I was to rate you, I would give you a top mark, we became close because of my children, then the bond grew more during your wedding where you involved me and consulted me where necessary, you became free with me to a point of  sharing your achievements with me because of the trust you had with me. I have seen you grow out of your hard work, you have shared with me about the kind of friends you have, Big people who you related with so well, because only great people like you can be able to have such without feeling small and intimidated, for you it was about doing what is right. It pains me that you are no more to accomplish a great dream you were having, you loved and cared for your young family, you truly valued them.
You left Mose without a proper goodbye, we had a conversation few minutes before the incident, we spoke twice, only after a few minutes to receive that traumatizing call from my daughter screaming Mose has been shot and in denial I asked Her which Mose? since I have just spoken to Him and she kept saying Mum ni Mose ni Mose, those words keeps ringing in my head piercing my heart, I keep asking  myself, what if I had not sent you, would you still be alive? your death pains me Mose, it deeply hurts.
That night you went to be operated on, we waited for you patiently, we were hopeful and worried at the same time, you came out of the operation room, I thanked God that you survived, we came to see you and when you heard my voice you held my hand and squeezed it like you wanted to confirm to me yes! you have won the battle, I still can't understand what Really happened, I was confident you will be well or so you wanted us to believe.
That last conversation we had was on Sunday and it keeps replaying in my mind, that early Sunday morning you asked your wife Purity to call me, you said you wanted to see me, I went to church happy and thanking God for you, I was excited that you could talk again, I felt joy and thanked God for you, I came to see you at 1p.m, I said Mose is back, because you looked Okey and you were not in pain, was I wrong to believe you were okay?, Is it that you wanted me to come so you can say goodbye or was it so I can assure you that  Purity will be taken care of so you can rest? I kept telling you to stop worrying about other people and focus on your healing, clearly that day you were unsettled, I remember your words when we were about to leave and I quote "kuai indo ici tondu ndikaria ringi" I thought you meant you didn't want the items to spoil since you will be on tubes for a while, little did I know you were saying goodbye, we all left hoping to see you the following day, only to be woken up the following morning by that distress call from Purity, I was shocked and in disbelief. At that moment I remembered a scripture that had popped on my screen the previous night Hebrews 13:16, "And do not forget to do good and to help one another, because these are the sacrifices that please God."
That verse described you so well, you are the kind that helps people without expecting anything in return, at that point I knew God was trying to tell me something about you and to also speak to me about the importance of doing good and helping other people like Christ commands.
You were too young to die, a good person you were, very respectful, the only person who consistently called me  Mama Shi. You were too good to my family especially my children, they loved you, they played with you everytime you would come to my house which was almost like daily. Because of that true friendship we shared, I promise to keep Purity close, Sam will never lack and I pray to God to help me keep that promise, I'll serve them just like you served us. I will truly miss you Mose, I'll miss your efficiency in your work , I'll miss the sound of your bike at my gate, I'll miss how you would save situation in my house whenever I was away or stuck and the kids needed something. It's just too painful to say goodbye to you but we cannot question the will of God as much as we are tempted to ask Why?
Rest in peace Moses
Safiri salama
Mary Njenga

Tribute to Moses Gitau Kariuki – PMC Animators
Man Of Sacrificial Energetic Sacrifice
The Holy Family Community is saddened by your departure but the PMC fraternity will miss you dearly since ours is the oldest ministry that you served. However, in spite of the sadness, we have inner joy in knowing that you are finally home where we all yearn to live with the greatest teacher.
Your selfless devotion to PMC was unmatched. I remember with nostalgia how you have been eagerly and successfully running the PMC holiday program. You have been the focal point for the program and have never disappointed. Foregoing paid work to teach the children is unthinkable, but you did it and we remain grateful for the sacrifice.
The PMC festivals are not a mean task, but we gave it a go from 2015 because of your commitment. We admired the zeal and vigour you exuded during liturgical dances and the folk songs. 
You were a great encouragement and mentor to the young ones as well. Starting your married life with the sacrament of matrimony was a great lesson. We shall constantly remind the young ones to follow in your footsteps for where there is a will, there is a way, and all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord.
The memories are immense, but we have to put a full stop somehow.
If it was one of those days that Jesus was walking around healing the sick and raising the dead, all PMC children and animators would run to Him and ask Him to bring you back to life like Lazarus or better still look for Peter and the other Apostles to raise you up like Tabitha. But anyway these are just mere wishes.
In about a year’s time we look forward to welcoming baby Samuel to PMC. We hope to impart the same lessons you taught and help him get to know what a great PMC animator you were.
The PMC fraternity will always cherish and reminisce all these memories and be there to support your dear wife Purity and Baby Samuel.
May perpetual light shine on you Mighty Moses, for
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. Psalms 116:15.
PMC Matron – Jane Chege

"Ngaabu" as we used to call one another since our tender age, you have left a vacuum in my life. Having been born on close dates ,having been brought up in the same village and under the same struggles , the pain we have been going through in search for solid life , it's so painful that you left me on the way alone to complete the journey .

Mosee we shared equal dreams and experiences, my family was yours and yours mine, you were the closest person I would express my jokes and plans without fear of exposure .

From my experience with you for the last 29years since your birth , you were an icon to recon , a future to you family and a promise to your mum and dad, but unfortunately death was cruel to us .

As I and my family mourn you, I need to assure you that your spirit remains in me. When this sad news reached my wife , she could not resist her tears and the one word she told me is " Who have you been left with now?" Since she knew that we were interconnected by a permanent bond . Whenever I was away ,you guarded my family and my wife could not forget how quick at one time you responded to her emergency to the hospital when I was away .

I will never forget the sound of you bike that alerted my young boy when you arrived to visit me , your were so passionate to kids and kids loved you.

Mosee we grew together spiritually under the tough guidance from our parents, more so my late mother ,who always reminded us the need for a strong foundation with God may her soul RIP.

Upon receiving the sad news of your shooting the day we were to meet actually an hour away from our scheduled meeting , my heart was broken and immediately rushed to see you at Kiambu where you're admitted, from that day I developed ahead ache that has never left me.

Its hurts me most when I remember my last call with you while in hospital on Sunday evening, the call that made me celebrate that you were recovering ,little did I know that you were saying goodbye to me after I received the tearing sad news of your death early monday morning . I still hold your call recording with me and whenever I revisit it my heart pains .

You were more than a friend my brother , people could actually confuse and call us brothers due to our close ties. You left a mark in me a mark that will never be erased whatsoever , I will guide your young man Sam and as long as I live he will be a gentle man as you were Mosee and may God help me keep this promise . Its very difficult to say GO but just go friend go till we meet again . Your spirit will be archived in my heart Forever . RIP Ngaabu....


         Revelation 21:4, KJV: "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

                 JULIUS KARIITHI MUNENE.