(Fondly known as Bo or Tata Bo)
Our son, our brother, our friend
You are a story.
By killing you, the merchants of death
Thought they’d ended your story….
They mistook the story teller for the story.
The story teller is now in transition,
The story is with us still.
You have endured in our hearts.
Like all good stories,
You have become timeless,
And you shall be told far and wide
By those who know you,
And by those who do not know you.
We remember you as friends, as brothers and sisters,
And as parents.
With humble thanks to our Lord Jesus Christ,
We acknowledge his precious gift of you to us.
May his countenance shine upon you as we continue
To tell your story.