Tajudeen was my mentor

May 30, 2009

Since my childhood I had grown to love Dr. Tajudeen's articles. The pipe dangling from his lips reminded me of my African roots.

Since my childhood I had grown to love Dr. Tajudeen's articles. The pipe dangling from his lips reminded me of my African roots.

His sudden death on Africa Day might have been a timely death meant for the young generation to always remember him on such a day. As a radical Pan-Africanist, his soul will always inspire me in the struggle to see Africa unite. I am sure he has joined the likes of Bob Marley.

Taju’s spirit should not desert us forever nor should it rest till we attain what his dream for Africa meant to us the young generation.
In one of his articles he once called upon the souls of the dead African sons to join us in the struggle for the betterment of Africa. My only loss about his death is that he died before we had met.

I have always travelled from my home area deep in Kijjubwe, Rushenyi in Ntungamo to share with him at the Pan-African Movement offices in Kamwokya only to be told that he was in Nairobi. His decision to stop smoking helped me discard the habit as well. Taju was my mentor and I had copied the habit from him anyway. Taju, don’t sleep, please join us where duty calls.

Vernon Tugumizemu
Rushenyi Peace for Nature
Ntungamo

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