Like sand through the hour glass,so are the days of our lives…that is what they say but today is one of those days when the meaning rings true.I could not believe it when Sunshine called to tell me that you had fallen into the shadows…..as l rolled down the Du Toit Kloff l lost myself in memories of days past…as l turned to my side l saw my son and thought to myself how l could tell him that the very 1st male hands he
felt were now cold?l remembered how everyone was quick to congratulate you on my son’s birth bcz he had your complexion and everybody assumed you were the father…l remembered hwo l nicknamed you Zazu bcz of the early morning reports you would give…l remembered how l would go off route just to come and wake you up in the dead of the night for a taste of your wife’s samoosas….l also remembered out chat last week when you were telling me you want to come back to Cape
Town…l had hopes,high hopes for that matter little did l know it was not to be…as l look at the heap of metal that claimed your life my heart bleeds..The pain is unbearable…my brother,my friend and my partner in crime…You always talked about the dangers of Mutare Road only for you to perish ipapo here my guy??Rest in power Trevor Adnetat Obmet…fly high my guy…my heart goes out to Essie Mrwira and the young family you left behind…..Death do not be proud🥹🥹🥹
