Fare thee well Comrade Caster Sapitse Dicheleketo

Then came the day the misery that is death, stole him from all of our hopeful selves. Beat our hopes and replaced them with fate. We hold our heads and 'ah but I was talking to him', 'but I inboxed him', 'I loved him', 'why him' and all that shock revealing speech that changes nothing! We was with him, we spoke to him, we loved him, we owed him, we hated him, he was our brother, father, husband, son, traitor to some, we all knew him.

We exercised our being with him on the specific contexts of the ends we sought, collectively or at individual level and for whatever reason we did, we werewith him. Caster Sapitse Dicheleketo was not a sophisticated man to me. He was no popular man, but I reckon it is this little lives we have to celebrate. He dreamt big, but we lived and were yet to see his aspirations unfold and crystalise into reality.