Moses Ogutu

Celebrating the life of our in-law Moses Ogutu Mainya.
To Vivian, Children, Family, Neighbours and Mourners
We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of a remarkable man—our in-law. It is with deep sorrow that we bid him farewell, but it is also with gratitude that we reflect on the gift of his life and the impact he made on each of us and all those who knew him.
Our-in-law was more than just an in-law to us; he was a true dependable person—one who guided with wisdom, led with humility, and loved with a generous heart. From the moment we became part of Moses’ family, he embraced us with warmth, respect, and kindness. He made us feel at home, not as outsiders, but as his own people.
Our in-law lived his life with integrity and faith. He was a man of prayer, a man of strength, and a man of values. He showed us by example that true greatness in people is found not in riches or titles, but in service, humility, and love. His life was a testimony of faith in God and love for his nuclear and the extended family.
We the in-laws will forever cherish the moments we shared with Moses—the stories that carried wisdom, the laughter that lit up Telephone conversations as well family gatherings, and the guidance he gave when it was most needed. He taught us the importance of unity among the family members, relatives, friends as well as the neighbours and above all the power of prayer, and the strength of family. His presence brought stability and comfort.
Yet, even as we mourn, we take comfort in God’s promises. Scripture reminds us in Matthew 5:4: ‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.’ And again in 2 Timothy 4:7: ‘I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, Our-in-law lived these words. He fought his fight with dignity, he ran his race with perseverance, and he kept his faith to the very end.
Though Our in-law is no longer with us physically, his spirit, his values, and his love remain alive in our hearts and in the hearts of those who new and interacted with him. His legacy will continue to guide us, inspire us, and remind us of the life he lived—a life well-lived in service to God and people.
Today, as we say goodbye to Moses, we do so with both sorrow and gratitude. Sorrow, because we will miss him dearly. Gratitude, because we were blessed to have known him, to have loved him, and to have been loved by him.
May the Lord God grant his soul eternal rest. May Lord God Almighty H surround you Vivian, the Children and the extended family with peace, comfort, and strength in the days ahead. And may we all who knew and interacted with him carry forward his legacy of faith, love, and unity.
Rest well, our dear in-law. You will forever remain in our hearts.
5/9/2025

My name is Brenda Ndunda, second born daughter of Moses Ogutu with the profound honor of paying tribute to my father, Moses Ogutu.

As the family, friends and community of Moses Ogutu, we are united in both grief and gratitude, to celebrate a life that touched us all in countless ways.

Moses Ogutu was a man whose life was a tapestry of vibrant colors, woven together by ambition, humor, and an unwavering love for his family and community. He was a committed father, husband and cherished man of the community. He taught us the values of hard work, integrity, and compassion. He was a man of the people and always willing to participate in family and community events. We can also say he was the life of the party. He was a great host and would always participate in fun and sociable events with his family and friends. His presence in our life was a gift that will forever be cherished.

Though Moses has left us, his spirit lives on in the lessons he taught us and the community he built and sustained.

We will carry on his memory forever in our hearts and remain grateful for the time we had to spend with him in this life.
Rest in peace Father, you will be missed.

Love Brenda

TRIBUTE TO UNCLE. MOSES OGUTU

Dear Uncle Musa

It is hard to put into words the heaviness I feel as I say goodbye. Your life was a gift to all of us, and your presence left an imprint that will never fade. You were more than an uncle—you were a mentor, a friend, and a steady example of love and strength.

I will always remember the laughter we shared, the lessons you taught me, and the wisdom you carried so effortlessly. You showed me the importance of family, faith, and perseverance. Even in your quiet moments, your kindness spoke louder than words.

Though my heart aches with your absence, I take comfort in knowing you are at peace, reunited with those who went before you, and resting in God’s eternal embrace. Your memory will live on in the stories we tell, the traditions we keep, and the values you instilled in us.

Farewell, Uncle Musa. I will miss you dearly, but I will carry your love with me always. Until we meet again, may your soul rest in everlasting peace.

With love and gratitude,
Charlette

Baba Alan,
I was honored to have known you during my short stay in Lubbock. A warm smile was always the first impression I got even before greetings. Us "college kids" felt at home in your house. After leaving Lubbock, I would still get messages from mama Brenda that would include "Sir Moses" as I called him, "amesema umemsare" that was funny. I pray for strength, comfort and love to mama Brenda and the family. Go well, rest in peace Baba Alan "Sir Moses".

TRIBUTE TO MR. MOSES OGUTU
By Lady Cecilia Fomenky & HRH Chief Foajapngu

On Sunday, August 10th, 2025, I returned home from Mass to the heartbreaking news, shared by
Acheanyi Fomenky, that his father-in-law, Mr. Moses Ogutu, had passed into eternity. The news
struck me deeply. At the time, the Queen Mother, Cecilia, was still in church. I immediately
called Mrs. Vivian, who, with a heavy heart, confirmed that her dear husband had gone to be
with his Maker.


Although I knew Mr. Moses for only ten years, in that time he became more than a friend—he
was a brother and a true companion to Cecilia and me. He often called to check on us, to greet
our family, and to share stories about Acheanyi and Irene—conversations that always brought us
joy.

Mr. Moses was a God-fearing man, filled with humility and grace. He loved Acheanyi deeply,
with sincerity and loyalty, and extended that same love to our family. He never failed to send
gifts during Christmas and other holy days, always mindful of giving and sharing. His life
reflected the teachings of Christ—“Love your neighbor as yourself.”

One promise of his remains unforgettable: just a week before his passing, he assured me that he
and his beloved wife would visit us in Ohio. That visit was never to be. I tremble at the thought
that the love he intended to bring us was not allowed by the stars to be realized.

Mr. Moses lived as a family man in the truest sense. Wherever he went, he embraced people as
his own. To anyone in need, he gave generously, never seeking recognition or thanks. His
compassion and sympathy for those in trouble knew no bounds. Indeed, his life was marked by
humility, discipline, and obedience to God.

At the end of such a life, we can only pray that the Lord receives him with the words: “Well
done, my son. Come and share eternal joy in my Kingdom with all the good and faithful ones I
created.”

To Mama Vivian and the entire family, we say: let us continue to live by the example Mr. Moses
has left us—for the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God.

Together with Foajapngu and the greater Fomenky family, and all our friends here and abroad,
we bid farewell to a remarkable man.

Pa Moses, our father-in-law and beloved brother — Rest in Perfect Peace.

My dad was a man of quiet strength, deep love, and elegance. He didn’t say much, but his actions spoke volumes—showing us what it meant to work hard, stay faithful, and be kind. Even in tough times, he always found a way to make us laugh.

He supported me through every challenge—whether it was me vs. statistics in college, which he worried about almost as much as I did lol—or the bigger struggles in life. He was steady, prayerful, encouraging, and, in his blunt and truthful way, always gave me what I needed to hear. The qualities he embodied—integrity, loyalty, and love—are the ones I admired most.

His love for my mom was evident in everything he did. Growing up, it was clear their marriage was more than a partnership—they were best friends, always laughing and enjoying life together. Their love felt like comfort, and watching them gave me a north star for what I wanted in my own marriage—a blessing I later found in my husband.

A proud Arsenal fan, he was loyal through every win and loss—just as he was loyal to his family and friends. I’ll miss our short, to-the-point phone calls that somehow carried all the love and support I needed.

Though we’ll miss him deeply, his love, his laughter, and his example of resilience will live on in us forever.

-Nyasuba

To Daddie

Baba Alan was one of a kind. Honestly, if I had to sum him up in one word… I couldn’t. And if he were here, he’d probably be laughing at me right now, saying, “Eh, you don’t even have an adjective for me?!” That was Daddie—serious when he needed to be, but always ready with a joke. Stern yet funny, kind yet blunt, hardworking yet playful.

And oh, that bluntness. He had a way of saying things so directly, but with no malice—just truth. I’ll never forget the day he offered me a brand-new pair of slippers. They were so nice I got suspicious and asked, “You don’t like them?” He looked at me, confused, and said, “You only gift people things you don’t like?” I was stunned. That one line changed how I saw generosity. That was Daddie—teaching lessons in the funniest, bluntest ways.

And then there was soccer. Arsenal was his team, his passion. Even when they lost, he always had jokes. Whenever Chelsea beat Arsenal, I’d call just to tease him. He’d laugh and say, “The refs took a bribe,” or “Why do you only call when Chelsea wins? Why not when Arsenal wins?” With Daddie, even rivalry came with laughter.

If I’m honest, my only regret is that I didn’t call more, or visit more. Because Daddie was always there. For me, for Alan, for Tim, for Brenda, for his Nyasuba—Irene—for Mama, for everyone. He gave so much of himself without ever asking for anything back.

It hurts deeply that we won’t see him again. 🥹 But if I know Daddie, he’d want us to laugh as much as we cry. So today, I say farewell with love, with gratitude, and with the promise that his memory will live on—in our laughter, our stories, and in the lessons he left us.

Safiri salama, Daddie. Tutakukumbuka daima. 🌹

-Ache

Tribute to Abdallah Musa “Duke” Ogutu Mahinya

Oh no… where do I even begin? My friend, my agemate, my schoolmate, and my close relative. This is indeed heavy.

We first met many years ago at Kakiimba Primary School in Mfangano Island. We knew you as Moses “Duke” Ogutu Mahinya. You loved football and were a wonderful midfielder—on the field, you were known as Musa Duke. You would often joke that you were the only one with two English names, and it always made us laugh.

Later, we both attended high school in Nairobi—you went to Aquinas High—and our families remained very close. Our children grew up together, and we spent a lot of time together in Kenya.

As adults, our paths crossed again in the United States when you and your family settled in Lubbock, Texas. I remember during my driving days, always stopping in Lubbock to visit with you and your family. You introduced me to a wonderful community there who became like family to me as well. Our bond grew even tighter.

You had a great sense of humor, always full of jokes and laughter. To me, you were not only a great friend but also a loving family man.

Abdallah, the last time we spoke, we had just lost our remaining uncle, Obara Jim “Sirkal,” and you wanted to be informed of the burial plans. You sounded fine to me—I never imagined that would be our last conversation. It hurts deeply. I am so heartbroken.

Life is short, my friend. It is so hard to see you lying here peacefully, knowing you have joined those who left us before—Matata Ongara, Ochien’g Major, and Dan Jamoseto.

Rest easy, Abdallah Musa. You will always remain in my heart.

Oport Agali

Unco Musa was a Great and Happy Man. He lived full of laughter and compassion with Peace.

He always came to pick me up from Mariakani and go spend the weekends with the Family-The Ogutus. He also, had Uncle Felix "Felo" Kagungu come and pick us up whenever we had school was closed for the term.This was back in Kenya.

When they moved to Lubbock we all spent time together and have always kept in touch. The last conversation that I had with Unco was of me going to visit or him and Aunt Vi coming to Mansfield,TX. He had his friends over and they were having a good ole time. I think Auntie was asleep. Nonetheless, we talked and laughed and said our goodbyes. I didn’t know that was the last time I would talk to him.

May he rest Easy and Well!

Love,

Sally Rissanael Nyambita Oport

It's really and very hard to believe Baba Alan. I'm going to miss nice evening talks that I used to get every time I drive south of the city. We will continue to miss your wisdom jokes with hidden teachings.
May The Almighty rest your soul in eternal peace until we meet again.

Abdalla Musa, rest easy, rest well, in God’s warm and eternal embrace.

Thank you for all the talks, the advice you gave, and the love we shared between you, your family, and the Oport family. From the early days in Kenya—when you lived in Nairobi West and we were at Mariakani Flats—I remember how we used to walk across the bridge to visit each other on Sunday afternoons, and you would come to us as well.

Our children and yours grew up together, and through the years we built many memories of friendship, love, and laughter. Wacha tu—those were truly happy, happy times.

Weuuh… sasa umetuacha bila goodbye, yawa. 😥 My heart is heavy. So many years of friendship and love, both in Kenya and in the USA, filled with joy and connection.

You will be dearly missed.

The title of this tribute is " Even in Sorrow He Gave"
Baba Alan,
It hard for me to believe that you have rested. When I received the news I was extremely shocked. I wailed, I cried, and I even questioned God why He decided to call you home so quickly like this. Amidst my grief, the Lord reminded me that He sets the time for everything to happen. The Lord also reminded me that we should always be ready ad we do not know the time when He will come. I thus believe that you were ready and that is why the Lord came to take you home. Glory be to God.
While you are gone, let me take this opportunity to share something unique about you.
I remember years ago, at your son's funeral ( whose is also nephew ) , while carrying the weight of grief and financial strain, you offered me gas money- me the guest! To me, that moment became an alter of grace. Your kind gesture at that time taught me that generosity isn't about having much, but about giving from a place of deep compassion. Your heart if compassion and generosity mirrored God's. Now I can understand why God loved you so much to the extent of calling you home!
Baba Alan, your life was a great blessing to me and my family, and your kind gestures were a lesson.
I pray that your legacy of kindness, humility, love, and generosity be carried foward by all whose lives you touched.
May your beautiful soul rest in eternal peace forever till we meet again.
To my sister Mama Alan, and my nieces Brenda and Irene, as you walk through this season, may you feel the strength of God's and Baba Alan's love surrounding you. May God's gentleness echo in your own hearts. May God's wisdom be your guiding light through the darkness and in your decisions.
May Baba Alan's love live in your memories, your laughter, and your strength. I am very sorry for your loss.
Love, Dr. O.

We mourn the passing of our dear neighbor and friend, Moses Ogutu, fondly known as Baba Alan. He was more than just a neighbor—he was family. We grew up side by side with his children: the late Alan, Brenda, Irene, and the late Tim, sharing countless memories that shaped our lives.

Baba Alan was a man of great generosity, always ready to lend a hand and open his heart to those around him. His kindness and warmth touched many, and his presence in our community will never be forgotten.

May the Lord grant him eternal rest and may his soul rest in peace.

Musa and l hail from Mfangano island, Suba District, however, our lives did not cross paths until years later when through my sister he offered to give me a ride to JKIA on one of my visits to Kenya .

Moses also happens to be a cousin to my Hubby , hence a ‘JAKA-NERA , JAKA-WAYA ‘relationship.
Moses was very loving , kind hearted and cherished relationships. He made efforts to keep in touch with relatives via weekend phone calls and even the very long distance did not deter him . He took time and visited us both in Oklahoma and Florida despite the distance.
‘Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal’. Vivian and family , may care and love of those around provide comfort and peace to get through day to come .

Till we meet again , Jaka Waya (Owasenge)
From Rose & Joshua Ojwang
Sent from my iPhone

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Go well elder, brother and friend.

Baba Brenda,
A truly special soul, we're honored to celebrate your life and legacy. Your kindness, warmth, and gentle joyful spirit touched the hearts of everyone around you. I remember how you used to make sure the college kids were sorted when we would come for sherehe at your house. You made sure everyone was comfortable with a smile on your face. I’ll never forget the comforting words you often shared when visiting Allan at Southern Specialty - it made a difficult situation bearable. You always loved on your family so hard that it was inevitable to admire. Your gentle nature and loving presence will be deeply missed, but your memory will live on in our hearts. I pray that Mama, Brenda and Irene will find comfort in the love and memories you shared, and may your legacy of kindness and joy continue to inspire us all. Rest in peace, Baba Brenda! Until we meet again.

I am grateful that I got to celebrate and make wonderful memories with Uncle and Aunty a few weeks ago

Musa “Okewa” as famously known, was loved and respected by his maternal uncles and relatives, his sudden demise has really devasted Kakiimba community!

I remember, when I graduated from MTC and was posted at Kiambu District Hospital, my late dad, who was his uncle, instructed me to look for “Okewa Musa” if I have any problems.

Again, when I was planning my wedding, my Father asked me to reach out to him for help in organizing the function; and as characteristics of Okewa’s generosity, he offered his time and car to chauffeur my parents during this special event.

Sometime around 2006, before my two sons joined Texas Tech University, I received a phone call from Mama Alan, informing me that they had relocated to the USA and now lived in Lubbock, however, Baba Alan was to join them later, after finalizing his work release process.

This was a God sent reunion, since my oldest son was already accepted @ TTU in Fall 2007. The reunion created an opportunity to bond with “Jaka Waya”, as I called him, while he called me “Jaka Nera”. During my son’s study at the University, at the beginning and end of the semester, we always stopped by his place for a visit; this went on until both our boys finished undergrad and graduate school at Tech; Okewa would attend all their graduation functions.

From the time Musa moved permanently to the States, we formed a tradition of calling each other, just to check on one another every weekend, unless one of us is out of the country; and “Okewa” could scald us if a weekend passes without I or Joshua calling him. At some point, if any of us forgot to call him, he would lightly joke, “Jaka Nera, ujuan’ga manadeni”; and we laugh about it, and he would say “un Kaneya ubeyo umanya”. I recall one time, I called

him several times, and his phone was “Muteja”, I reached out to Mama Alan, also no response; that concerned me, since Okewa had never seen my missed call and did not return my call for a week; I checked with Joshua if he had heard from him, but said no. I decided to check with Irene, apparently, she had also travelled overseas and could not respond; so, this made me nervous and called one of his neighbors, Willis, to go and do a welfare check. Willis found lights on, but no one was in the house. When Okewa came back and heard how we were concerned with his “Muteja” status, he was making fun, that he now knows how we and Kakiimba love him; even though he was enjoying Caribbean sun on a cruise.

Painful enough, little did I know that our conversation on Saturday, August 9, 2025, was my last to Jaka Waya; and as usual, he left me with his parting words, “Mos na Nyaimbo”.

Okewa we Love you; we will miss your prayers, Jaka Waya, RIP!

Gilbert Nyandoto & Family,

Rio Rancho NM

Babu Moses words are just not enough to express the pain you have left behind. You stood with me when I lost my husband Michael Mainya who always called you baba 😭😭😭 you never stopped callinge to find out how I and my children were doing. You were planning to come visit me with you wonderful wife Vivian who many times had a word of encouragement for us. I can’t believe that now am the one encouraging her in this painful moment. You left us too soon babu. Your voice never sounded like you were leaving us this soon. I can’t believe only pray and ask our good Lord to shine His face on you as you shine up in heaven. May Eternal life be granted to you baba Rest well baba. Forever in our hearts. Greetings to my husband Michael Mainya. Heaven has gained two beautiful angels. With a heavy heart and tears flowing down I write Rest in Peace baba.

My beloved uncle Moses was such a polished gentleman. Loving and caring were his trade marks. Uncle you often called me as we joked and reminisced our days at my dad's place in Nairobi. Uncle Moses you were the only one who called me by the nickname dad gave me (Mtongwa), making me feel dad's presence. You were a cheerful giver and a great support system to me and my sisters when faced with adversity. The phone calls, your words of wisdom and encouragement when I lost my husband in 2021 are memories I will cherish for ever. Am at a loss and feel orphaned again. Gona Geza Koza. May you rest with the Angels.

Baba Alan ,where do I even start. Words fail me as am still shocked about your demise. You were a funny, loving ,hardworking man . I will never forget how we cried together when Alan passed away . I should've been the one consoling you but you were consoling me instead. You will be missed. I pray for Irene ,I pray for mum , I pray for Brenda. This is hard for all of us especially them. I will continue to watch over Irene as my little sister. Until we meet again ❤️❤️

Rest in peace, you have food the good fight and the race for this season has ended!
It is well!