On September 9, 1981, somewhere amidst the greenery of Kiambaa in Kiambu District, a slim, well-built man in a trademark suit stood up to eulogise a close personal friend.
Mourners, who included the then President Daniel Moi and Kenya’s who-is-who, trained their eyes on him. Reading the mood of those around, some hunched over, others sobbing others with blank stares, the man in the dark suit cleared his throat and begun in familiar impeccable English: “Today we say farewell to one of the greatest sons of Kenya… a fighter to the very end,” he said. “…A perfectionist because everything he did had a certain level of thoroughness to it.”