In a forest of many trees, some are grander, and some lesser. Some trees, when they fall, fall with such might, that their sound cannot be unheard. All trees are surely profitable, but not all trees are equal. In Kenya, a great oak has fallen. The ecosystem has been disturbed. Our fragile branches of peace laid bare like an open canopy. Cut down by the swooping, unforgiving blade of time. And now that the great tree has fallen, where shall the birds perch? Who, will speak out for the powerless, the marginalised, the unfortunate and the historically sidelined? Will there grow another tree to cover all who seek its shade, indiscriminately? Who shall roar on our behalf, with righteous indignation, now that a great lion has rested? And will there emerge another lion, bold as the one we have known before, if not more?