Human beings are glued in a common silent accord against death. When Benjamin Ayimba Otieno breathed his last on Friday last week, the whistles in the field went silent, the stands in the stadium were noiseless, the rugby fraternity heads hunched down in sorrow, and the country was engulfed in grief.
Ayimba's death pricked us all, the heartache master did a number on us. We all shared the pain of his immediate family and closest friends. One day death will die! The oval ball tactician and a back-row specialist was a man cut from a different cloth. He stitched his team with confidence and grit. He sutured his players with hard work and resilience and when he triumphed he sealed the victory with drinks and celebration.