Prof held my hand as a young resident in Surgery while rotating in his ward 5A. I was about to give up after losing my wife in 1992 and 1994. He came into my life Nicknamed me Ngoroko and told me that Ngorokos don’t give up. As a family Man, he always used to check on me while I was working in Embu and visited me there just to encourage me as young surgeon and Med Supt. He was so happy to learn that my son had scored straight As and assured me that he will enroll him in med school, which he did. When my son had difficulties and opted to change to engineering, he facilitated that when he was the VC at UON.
Through my working life he was always concerned about my welfare and family. Until his demise he still called me Ngoroko.
I will dearly miss my mentor, coach and the fatherly advise.
May his soul rest in Eternal Peace