Tribute to a fallen matriarch
correspondent | Wednesday July 9, 2025 12:27
A woman of unwavering faith, of noble character, and of immeasurable love, a woman whose presence was a light to many and whose absence is already felt like a deep shadow over our hearts. Mme Eunice Kamogelo Thedi died last Friday and will be buried on Saturday in Palapye.
Eunice Kamogelo Thedi was a pillar of strength, a servant of God who believed in building the Kingdom not just through words but through action. She built churches and inspired many to walk in faith, not by sight.
Her hands were never idle; they built, they comforted, they healed, and they gave relentlessly, selflessly, and with joy. Her faith was not simply a personal conviction; it was a lifestyle, a way of being that touched everyone around her.
She was not only a mother to her own children though she raised them with strength, discipline, and endless love but also a mother to many others.
Her home became a haven. She adopted children in need, raised them as her own, and shaped lives for the better. Her arms were always open, her table always had space for one more, and her heart had room for every soul God sent her way.
A woman of deep compassion and generosity, she was the voice for the voiceless and the strength behind the broken. She never turned a blind eye to suffering.
She fed the hungry, clothed the poor, and encouraged the discouraged. To her, giving was not a gesture it was a calling. Whether it was the neighbour in need, the church member in crisis, or the stranger on the street, she gave without hesitation.
Her laughter could fill a room. Her humour was medicine to many. Even in hardship, she had a way of finding something to smile about a joke to share, a word to lighten your burden, a phrase that made life’s weight a little easier to carry. She had a rare gift of making others feel seen, heard, and loved.
In losing her, Palapye has not only lost a community leader but a spiritual mother, a nurturer, a guide, and a friend. Her legacy is woven into the lives she touched, the churches she helped build, the children she raised, the families she mended, and the many who found hope because she chose to care.
Today we grieve, yes but we also honour. We honour a life well lived, a heart that poured out until its very last beat.