Pheroze Nowrojee
Pheroze Nowrojee
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February 3, 2026
I first came to know Phil not as the eminent jurist many of you knew, but simply as my girlfriend’s father. In those early days, he had an obsessive fondness for the film Casablanca. An addiction rather. When I visited Kenya, the movie played on an eternal loop on his VCR. Between viewings, he’d recite its lines with theatrical relish and a mischievous glint in his eye: “I’m shocked—shocked!” or he might say “The problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.” When asking the time, he would adopt it to the film’s cadence: “What clock? Such a clock?” And of course, always, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” At the time, I didn’t realize how deeply Phil lived those words. That last line, in particular, wasn’t just cinematic flair—it was, in many ways, the quiet ethos of his life. A friend. A beautiful friend. Because that is what he was: a man of enduring, beautiful friendships. Friendships that spanned continents, generations, disciplines, and decades.
Over the years, long after Casablanca, I came to witness in him an extraordinary devotion to quiet mastery. I watched him spend weeks trying to paint, in watercolor, a single, seemingly insignificant paving stone in the garden—not the flowers, not the trees, just that stone. Through his eyes, I began to see the subtle, shifting shades of light that made it worthy. For anyone who has received a note from him you know that he approached calligraphy with the same reverence. Every curve mattered. With Phil, details counted.
That attentiveness, that reverence for the overlooked, became for me the hallmark of his being. It was present in his art, in his writing, in his work—and above all, in his relationships. Or, as his granddaughter Margaret once called them: his “ships.”
Phil absorbed knowledge with an insatiable and joyful appetite. It was never forced, never performative—just a natural extension of his curious, generous mind. Whether it was the architecture of Le Corbusier, Paintings of Elimo or Terry Hirst, the sculpture of the Pharaonic period, the ballet of the Kirov, or the finer points of soft and hard tires in Formula 1, he devoured it all with quiet fascination. Most recently, I saw him absorb an entire library on Ethiopia. Within days, he was drawing connections between Haile Selassie’s statecraft and Gandhi’s moral resistance. Gandhi, in fact, was to be his next intellectual companion. But for Phil, knowledge was never a trophy. It was the lifeblood of his being—a gift to be shared. In his final book, he wrote about the responsibility of mentorship. He gave what he knew freely, thoughtfully, and often with great patience—sometimes holding on to an insight for years until the moment was right, until the listener was ready to receive.
When Phil passed, a 14-year-old boy—the son of a friend—asked to see Villoo. He was barely old enough to understand what legacy meant, but he wanted to tell her what Pheroze had meant to him. They had only met once. Still, he felt the loss deeply. Later, he was upset with me for not letting him attend the memorial we held in Washington. I had wanted to spare him the weight of grief. But for him, it was too late—he had already made a friend. And that friend was gone. That was the kind of man Phil was. He offered the same warmth, attention, and respect to a child as he did to the giants of the judiciary.
And perhaps that is his most enduring legacy: his gift for seeing people—truly seeing them. Regardless of age or stature, he made you feel heard, known, and quietly cherished. Yes, he was a man of law and justice. But above all, he was a man of rare and radiant human grace. He understood that a nation is built not on its institutions, but on its people. And in the capacious heart of this extraordinary man, there was room for everyone.
In the end, that heart—so generous, so constant—could no longer beat for him. But it continues to beat for all of us who were lucky enough to be seen by him, shaped by him, loved by him.
Phil, I imagine you now—making new friends, gently debating the merits of Peter’s judgments, greeting old companions with that same mischievous smile. Still listening. Still learning. Still giving.
Not an end, but—just as you always promised—a beautiful friendship, continuing.
Over the years, long after Casablanca, I came to witness in him an extraordinary devotion to quiet mastery. I watched him spend weeks trying to paint, in watercolor, a single, seemingly insignificant paving stone in the garden—not the flowers, not the trees, just that stone. Through his eyes, I began to see the subtle, shifting shades of light that made it worthy. For anyone who has received a note from him you know that he approached calligraphy with the same reverence. Every curve mattered. With Phil, details counted.
That attentiveness, that reverence for the overlooked, became for me the hallmark of his being. It was present in his art, in his writing, in his work—and above all, in his relationships. Or, as his granddaughter Margaret once called them: his “ships.”
Phil absorbed knowledge with an insatiable and joyful appetite. It was never forced, never performative—just a natural extension of his curious, generous mind. Whether it was the architecture of Le Corbusier, Paintings of Elimo or Terry Hirst, the sculpture of the Pharaonic period, the ballet of the Kirov, or the finer points of soft and hard tires in Formula 1, he devoured it all with quiet fascination. Most recently, I saw him absorb an entire library on Ethiopia. Within days, he was drawing connections between Haile Selassie’s statecraft and Gandhi’s moral resistance. Gandhi, in fact, was to be his next intellectual companion. But for Phil, knowledge was never a trophy. It was the lifeblood of his being—a gift to be shared. In his final book, he wrote about the responsibility of mentorship. He gave what he knew freely, thoughtfully, and often with great patience—sometimes holding on to an insight for years until the moment was right, until the listener was ready to receive.
When Phil passed, a 14-year-old boy—the son of a friend—asked to see Villoo. He was barely old enough to understand what legacy meant, but he wanted to tell her what Pheroze had meant to him. They had only met once. Still, he felt the loss deeply. Later, he was upset with me for not letting him attend the memorial we held in Washington. I had wanted to spare him the weight of grief. But for him, it was too late—he had already made a friend. And that friend was gone. That was the kind of man Phil was. He offered the same warmth, attention, and respect to a child as he did to the giants of the judiciary.
And perhaps that is his most enduring legacy: his gift for seeing people—truly seeing them. Regardless of age or stature, he made you feel heard, known, and quietly cherished. Yes, he was a man of law and justice. But above all, he was a man of rare and radiant human grace. He understood that a nation is built not on its institutions, but on its people. And in the capacious heart of this extraordinary man, there was room for everyone.
In the end, that heart—so generous, so constant—could no longer beat for him. But it continues to beat for all of us who were lucky enough to be seen by him, shaped by him, loved by him.
Phil, I imagine you now—making new friends, gently debating the merits of Peter’s judgments, greeting old companions with that same mischievous smile. Still listening. Still learning. Still giving.
Not an end, but—just as you always promised—a beautiful friendship, continuing.
January 29, 2026
In Memory of Pheroze Nowrojee
In Nairobi's heart, a seed was sown, A legacy of justice, brightly shone. From Bombay's halls to Yale's esteemed gate, He journeyed forth to challenge fate.
A guardian of rights, steadfast and true, In darkest times, he led us through. Defending those without a voice, In realms of law, he made his choice.
With pen in hand, his stories weave Of lands afar and dreams conceived. "A Kenyan Journey," tales unfold, Of heritage and truths retold.
Like Rumi's verse, his words inspire, A dance of thought, a soul's desire. In realms of justice, art, and lore, His spirit walks forevermore.
Though veils of time may shift and sway, Your light remains, will never stray. Pheroze, your legacy will be A beacon for eternity.
In Nairobi's heart, a seed was sown, A legacy of justice, brightly shone. From Bombay's halls to Yale's esteemed gate, He journeyed forth to challenge fate.
A guardian of rights, steadfast and true, In darkest times, he led us through. Defending those without a voice, In realms of law, he made his choice.
With pen in hand, his stories weave Of lands afar and dreams conceived. "A Kenyan Journey," tales unfold, Of heritage and truths retold.
Like Rumi's verse, his words inspire, A dance of thought, a soul's desire. In realms of justice, art, and lore, His spirit walks forevermore.
Though veils of time may shift and sway, Your light remains, will never stray. Pheroze, your legacy will be A beacon for eternity.
December 15, 2025
Ode To The Captain
I came of age as a law student in the long shadow of the Moi era, when fear was ambient and courage was a scarce, almost reckless resource. In those years, we learned the law not only from books but from whispered names, men and women who showed up when showing up carried consequences. Pheroze Nowrojee was one of those names spoken with reverence. Alongside a small, fearless cohort of advocates, he stood between the state and the citizen, insisting, often at great personal risk, that the law could be more than an instrument of power. Through their defiance, some of our earliest human rights jurisprudence in Kenya was carved, not delicately, but with resolve. To an impressionable student, they seemed almost mythic: lawyers who understood that the courtroom could be a site of moral struggle, and that justice, however fragile, was worth defending.
I first met Pheroze years later, when I was a junior legal officer at the Kenya National Commission on Human Rights. I remember being utterly dumbfounded, conscious of my own smallness in the presence of a man whose work had loomed so large in my formation. And yet, almost immediately, the awe dissolved into something gentler. He was disarmingly simple, unassuming, and kind, so free of pretension that it felt as though he was welcoming you into his confidence. That was his gift: to make you feel at ease, even as you stood before a giant. I would go on to work with him on other human rights cases, learning not just from his formidable legal mind, but from his patience, his listening, and his deep moral clarity.
In later years, I was fortunate to grow closer to him and to his family. His home, shared with his beloved wife Villoo, was always open, a living, breathing commons. People came from every walk of life, as though on pilgrimage, seeking advice, help, solace, or sometimes simply a hug of solidarity. The house felt like a Mecca for the weary and the hopeful alike. Conversations with Pheroze were like reaching into a vast library and pulling out, at random, a volume brimming with knowledge. My favourite exchanges drifted into ancient Persia, the early development of Zoroastrian theology, or his vivid recollections of how legal practice took shape in East Africa. Time bent in his presence. He gave it freely, extravagantly, even when it meant almost missing his flights. Everyone left feeling seen, heard, and somehow enlarged.
Losing Pheroze this year has not been easy. He was to me a mentor, teacher, poet, friend, and one of the most beautiful human beings ever to grace my life. His passing left an ache that words struggle to carry. He embodied, with rare integrity, every moral principle one hopes to find in a human being: an unwavering commitment to truth, honour, and justice. A gentleman in the truest sense, he lived his values rather than proclaimed them. Pheroze showed us, through both his work and his way of being, the quiet but formidable power of the law to dignify lives, to protect the vulnerable, and to lift those most in need. His faith was never loudly worn, but gently visible, in his eyes, in his generous smile, in a humility that shone like a torch in a tunnel.
It is said that one should never meet one’s heroes. I now understand why. No one prepares you for how devastating it feels when you lose them. I have taken long to write this because each attempt was overtaken by that sinking sense of absence. I realise now that the feeling will always be there. And so I pretend, sometimes, that he is still on the other end of the phone line, ready as ever for me to pick his brain, to test an idea, to be gently corrected.
What remains is not absence alone, but inheritance. People like Pheroze leave behind a legacy that still find us in our quietest hours, words that continue to sharpen our conscience, images that remind us what true justice could look like. We grieve him because he mattered. We give thanks because he gave us so much. In his work, his risks, his defiance, and his generosity, he handed us something enduring: proof that a single life, fully lived, can widen the world for those who follow.
At one of his memorials, held in the warm, intimate refuge of Gina Din’s home, we were gifted a story that felt at once lighthearted and deeply apt. Her husband, Captain Chris Kariuki, recalled a moment from the skies: a flight he was piloting, a mischievous collusion with Pheroze, and a gently executed ruse on an unsuspecting first officer. Throughout the journey, Chris kept addressing Pheroze as “Captain,” until the title, half-joke and half-incantation, settled into permanence. From that day on, Pheroze was simply Captain.
I remember smiling at the elegance of the mischief, and then feeling the quiet click of recognition. How fitting the name was. For Pheroze had always been a captain of a different order, steady-handed, morally alert, guiding others through turbulence with calm authority and an unerring sense of direction. My mind drifted immediately to Walt Whitman’s elegy, O Captain! My Captain!, written at the passing of Abraham Lincoln: a poem of grief for a leader who had steered a battered vessel through peril and paid dearly for the voyage. In that moment, the title no longer felt playful, but prophetic. For in law, in conscience, and in life, Pheroze Nowrojee had long been at the helm, and we, his grateful passengers, had trusted him with the journey.
Like Lincoln, Pheroze’s final voyage is complete. The oars are stilled, the charts set down, and the watch has quietly changed. He leaves us not at harbour, but at the helm, hands steadying the wheel where his once rested. Before us stretches a vast and unfinished ocean, uncharted waters, hard crossings, and the relentless labour of justice still calling. And so we sail on, carrying forward the work he consecrated with his life, knowing that the truest tribute to our Captain is not mourning alone, but the courage to keep the ship on course.
I came of age as a law student in the long shadow of the Moi era, when fear was ambient and courage was a scarce, almost reckless resource. In those years, we learned the law not only from books but from whispered names, men and women who showed up when showing up carried consequences. Pheroze Nowrojee was one of those names spoken with reverence. Alongside a small, fearless cohort of advocates, he stood between the state and the citizen, insisting, often at great personal risk, that the law could be more than an instrument of power. Through their defiance, some of our earliest human rights jurisprudence in Kenya was carved, not delicately, but with resolve. To an impressionable student, they seemed almost mythic: lawyers who understood that the courtroom could be a site of moral struggle, and that justice, however fragile, was worth defending.
I first met Pheroze years later, when I was a junior legal officer at the Kenya National Commission on Human Rights. I remember being utterly dumbfounded, conscious of my own smallness in the presence of a man whose work had loomed so large in my formation. And yet, almost immediately, the awe dissolved into something gentler. He was disarmingly simple, unassuming, and kind, so free of pretension that it felt as though he was welcoming you into his confidence. That was his gift: to make you feel at ease, even as you stood before a giant. I would go on to work with him on other human rights cases, learning not just from his formidable legal mind, but from his patience, his listening, and his deep moral clarity.
In later years, I was fortunate to grow closer to him and to his family. His home, shared with his beloved wife Villoo, was always open, a living, breathing commons. People came from every walk of life, as though on pilgrimage, seeking advice, help, solace, or sometimes simply a hug of solidarity. The house felt like a Mecca for the weary and the hopeful alike. Conversations with Pheroze were like reaching into a vast library and pulling out, at random, a volume brimming with knowledge. My favourite exchanges drifted into ancient Persia, the early development of Zoroastrian theology, or his vivid recollections of how legal practice took shape in East Africa. Time bent in his presence. He gave it freely, extravagantly, even when it meant almost missing his flights. Everyone left feeling seen, heard, and somehow enlarged.
Losing Pheroze this year has not been easy. He was to me a mentor, teacher, poet, friend, and one of the most beautiful human beings ever to grace my life. His passing left an ache that words struggle to carry. He embodied, with rare integrity, every moral principle one hopes to find in a human being: an unwavering commitment to truth, honour, and justice. A gentleman in the truest sense, he lived his values rather than proclaimed them. Pheroze showed us, through both his work and his way of being, the quiet but formidable power of the law to dignify lives, to protect the vulnerable, and to lift those most in need. His faith was never loudly worn, but gently visible, in his eyes, in his generous smile, in a humility that shone like a torch in a tunnel.
It is said that one should never meet one’s heroes. I now understand why. No one prepares you for how devastating it feels when you lose them. I have taken long to write this because each attempt was overtaken by that sinking sense of absence. I realise now that the feeling will always be there. And so I pretend, sometimes, that he is still on the other end of the phone line, ready as ever for me to pick his brain, to test an idea, to be gently corrected.
What remains is not absence alone, but inheritance. People like Pheroze leave behind a legacy that still find us in our quietest hours, words that continue to sharpen our conscience, images that remind us what true justice could look like. We grieve him because he mattered. We give thanks because he gave us so much. In his work, his risks, his defiance, and his generosity, he handed us something enduring: proof that a single life, fully lived, can widen the world for those who follow.
At one of his memorials, held in the warm, intimate refuge of Gina Din’s home, we were gifted a story that felt at once lighthearted and deeply apt. Her husband, Captain Chris Kariuki, recalled a moment from the skies: a flight he was piloting, a mischievous collusion with Pheroze, and a gently executed ruse on an unsuspecting first officer. Throughout the journey, Chris kept addressing Pheroze as “Captain,” until the title, half-joke and half-incantation, settled into permanence. From that day on, Pheroze was simply Captain.
I remember smiling at the elegance of the mischief, and then feeling the quiet click of recognition. How fitting the name was. For Pheroze had always been a captain of a different order, steady-handed, morally alert, guiding others through turbulence with calm authority and an unerring sense of direction. My mind drifted immediately to Walt Whitman’s elegy, O Captain! My Captain!, written at the passing of Abraham Lincoln: a poem of grief for a leader who had steered a battered vessel through peril and paid dearly for the voyage. In that moment, the title no longer felt playful, but prophetic. For in law, in conscience, and in life, Pheroze Nowrojee had long been at the helm, and we, his grateful passengers, had trusted him with the journey.
Like Lincoln, Pheroze’s final voyage is complete. The oars are stilled, the charts set down, and the watch has quietly changed. He leaves us not at harbour, but at the helm, hands steadying the wheel where his once rested. Before us stretches a vast and unfinished ocean, uncharted waters, hard crossings, and the relentless labour of justice still calling. And so we sail on, carrying forward the work he consecrated with his life, knowing that the truest tribute to our Captain is not mourning alone, but the courage to keep the ship on course.
December 14, 2025
Dearest Bin - I planned to post an old style letter to you. But I was so sad yesterday to receive news from my Kenyan friends about you losing your Dad Pheroze . He was an amazing person - very generous with his advice and an inspiration when I was at HRW - will be missed . My thoughts are we you and your family at this difficult time.
November 15, 2025
Only equalled to a great statesman, Senior Counsel Pheroze Nowrojee was a fearless defender of Human Rights, He was a voice for the oppressed and voiceless, a true champion of constitutionality the sanctity of democracy and the rule of Law.
In remembering such a great Son of this soil, we can only honour him by reaffirming our own commitment to the justice, truth, the rule of law and humanity. May the path he laid continue to lead us as a Nation, to greatness.
Rest In Peace Senior Counsel.
In remembering such a great Son of this soil, we can only honour him by reaffirming our own commitment to the justice, truth, the rule of law and humanity. May the path he laid continue to lead us as a Nation, to greatness.
Rest In Peace Senior Counsel.
November 15, 2025
Kenya has lost legal icon and fearless defender of human rights may God give his Departed soul rest in peace
September 18, 2025
Dear Villoo-ji
I was 17, I joined the Kenya Judiciary appointed by Chief Justice Sir Joseph Sheridan. My father served him as his Clerk of the Court at Kisumu and Nairobi. He advised my mother to contact him if any of the children would like to join the Judicial department. I joined the Judicial Department and was placed under your grandfather Mr. Nowrojee. He was also a colleague of my father. Your grandfather taught me how to write addresses on envelopes and letters respecting Court work. I was the Clerk of the Court when Pheroze Nowrojee was admitted to the Bar.
I have learnt with a heavy heart the passing of Pheroze Nowrojee.
His departure has created a big vacuum and a great loss for which I express my heartfelt condolences to you. Kindly, accept and pass it on to your family members.
Having admirably fulfilled all his earthly duties he is now on his Antim Yatra. We and those fortunate enough to know him will remember his kind and friendly nature. As hard as it is, we have no control over what’s preordained and succumb to the creator's will. I’m finding it very difficult to think that physically he’s not around.
God may rest the departed soul in eternal peace. I pray that the Vidhata's Grace abides with you and your family for the strength to endure this sad loss.
I was 17, I joined the Kenya Judiciary appointed by Chief Justice Sir Joseph Sheridan. My father served him as his Clerk of the Court at Kisumu and Nairobi. He advised my mother to contact him if any of the children would like to join the Judicial department. I joined the Judicial Department and was placed under your grandfather Mr. Nowrojee. He was also a colleague of my father. Your grandfather taught me how to write addresses on envelopes and letters respecting Court work. I was the Clerk of the Court when Pheroze Nowrojee was admitted to the Bar.
I have learnt with a heavy heart the passing of Pheroze Nowrojee.
His departure has created a big vacuum and a great loss for which I express my heartfelt condolences to you. Kindly, accept and pass it on to your family members.
Having admirably fulfilled all his earthly duties he is now on his Antim Yatra. We and those fortunate enough to know him will remember his kind and friendly nature. As hard as it is, we have no control over what’s preordained and succumb to the creator's will. I’m finding it very difficult to think that physically he’s not around.
God may rest the departed soul in eternal peace. I pray that the Vidhata's Grace abides with you and your family for the strength to endure this sad loss.
September 7, 2025
I am so sorry to hear that your father passed. He was a great man. Many Kenyans told me that he was the best torts lawyer in Kenya. I was also told that he was a great poet. My deepest condolences to you, your siblings and your mother for this great loss. I vividly recall the image of him sitting on the floor in a white shirt and gray long pants sipping a cup of tea in your apartment at Lowell House. May his soul rest in perfect peace.
August 17, 2025
He was not only a great writer, lawyer and politician.
He was a great, great uncle, and will me be missed terribly.
He was a great, great uncle, and will me be missed terribly.
August 17, 2025
I had the privilege of many chats with Pheroze - nearly always over some good food - and always left stimulated. But, it was never enough. On one happy occasion, we had lunch together and, having enjoyed our chat so much, decided to resume later in the day over dinner. It was still not enough for me.
I am so sorry Villoo.
WV
I am so sorry Villoo.
WV
August 15, 2025
I'm maryam adan and that was my grandfather he died April 5th 2025,Washington D.C. He had an illness in his chest and my dad had to go from the middle east to America. I'm in my early tween and I'm happy that all these people really look up to him thank u 💗.
August 10, 2025
Bin, I’m very sorry to hear that you lost your father. I think I only met your parents once but from what I’ve read about Pheroze Nowrojee he was a courageous and inspiring man. We can probably make good use of his experience in these oppressive times. I’m glad you had the chance to spend time with him not long before he passed away. I hope that you, your mother and the rest of the family are coping as well as anyone can in the face of loss and that you personally have some time and space for yourself at this time.
August 7, 2025
My dear Elchi,
Excuse me for this less formal email, but I've been travelling and in Nairobi, I just received the terrible news of the passing of your dear father, and our dear friend Pheroze - four months ago. That is indeed very, very sad, for your family, for his friends, for Kenya and for the legal fraternity at large. We convey with heavy hearts, our most heartfelt sympathies.
I was privileged to meet Pheroze at first in c.1974 - introduced by the great luminary Achroo Kapila. Having just lost our livelihood through Amin's decrees, it was a great relief to get to know Pheroze well, as he was burning the torch of freedom and liberty at a time when Kenya entered a dark time. He stood for justice, as well as for human rights. He refused to be intimidated by State actors remaining throughout his life principled to defend the law. A towering intellect with an authoritative moral compass, I am proud to have been his friend, even if as latterly we returned to Uganda.
Befittingly the ICJ named Pheroze the "legal titan, human rights defender and voice of conscience."
We pray that the Almighty grants Pheroze's spirit eternal peace. And that He blesses you and all your family to bear the immense void for you to shoulder such an immense loss. You and I had spoken that you - and your parents - would visit us in Kakira. This tragedy has deprived us of that opportunity - yet we remain keen that you and the family should still come over and stay, so we can, together, celebrate the life of and our friendship with, your dear father.
Aum Shanti! Aum Shanti! Aum Shanti!
With warmest regards,
Marie-Laure and Nitin
Excuse me for this less formal email, but I've been travelling and in Nairobi, I just received the terrible news of the passing of your dear father, and our dear friend Pheroze - four months ago. That is indeed very, very sad, for your family, for his friends, for Kenya and for the legal fraternity at large. We convey with heavy hearts, our most heartfelt sympathies.
I was privileged to meet Pheroze at first in c.1974 - introduced by the great luminary Achroo Kapila. Having just lost our livelihood through Amin's decrees, it was a great relief to get to know Pheroze well, as he was burning the torch of freedom and liberty at a time when Kenya entered a dark time. He stood for justice, as well as for human rights. He refused to be intimidated by State actors remaining throughout his life principled to defend the law. A towering intellect with an authoritative moral compass, I am proud to have been his friend, even if as latterly we returned to Uganda.
Befittingly the ICJ named Pheroze the "legal titan, human rights defender and voice of conscience."
We pray that the Almighty grants Pheroze's spirit eternal peace. And that He blesses you and all your family to bear the immense void for you to shoulder such an immense loss. You and I had spoken that you - and your parents - would visit us in Kakira. This tragedy has deprived us of that opportunity - yet we remain keen that you and the family should still come over and stay, so we can, together, celebrate the life of and our friendship with, your dear father.
Aum Shanti! Aum Shanti! Aum Shanti!
With warmest regards,
Marie-Laure and Nitin
July 30, 2025
Dear Elchi
Pheroze taught us that victory is possible and equipped us to achieve it. Transforming people into doers rather than waiters and hopers is very empowering and liberating.
He believed not just in truth or justice, but in people despite their frailties. It is hard to resist the pull of material things, unless one appreciates other, higher values in life. Seeing is believing. For those who never got to know or see him, they must be thinking that the tributes are imaginary. We thank your Dad’s enchanting ability for making us believe in magic again.
Pheroze taught us that victory is possible and equipped us to achieve it. Transforming people into doers rather than waiters and hopers is very empowering and liberating.
He believed not just in truth or justice, but in people despite their frailties. It is hard to resist the pull of material things, unless one appreciates other, higher values in life. Seeing is believing. For those who never got to know or see him, they must be thinking that the tributes are imaginary. We thank your Dad’s enchanting ability for making us believe in magic again.
July 16, 2025
Dear Binaifer,
It was wonderful seeing you at the celebration of dad's life at the museum. Truly, an apple doesn't fall far from the tree. His legacy of generosity, honor and integrity shines through in the family.
Wishing you and the entire family all the best.
It was wonderful seeing you at the celebration of dad's life at the museum. Truly, an apple doesn't fall far from the tree. His legacy of generosity, honor and integrity shines through in the family.
Wishing you and the entire family all the best.
July 14, 2025
An amazing gentleman whose family have been part of my family's life. Known him all my life and sadly did not spend enough time with such a special human being. Words so difficult at a time like this. RIP - sadly missed but never forgotten.
July 11, 2025
It is because of Pheroze that I studied Law.
I first interacted with Pheroze through his literary works. Our then teacher of Literature enjoyed his works and so did we.
Later, I would hear and watch his articulate presentations at the Goldenberg trial.
It was not until my University days that I dug deeper into the Legal Colossus. Most bundle around the "His excellency" salutation but Pheroze is one of those who should have worn the title. Of course he would not have agreed to it. His humility wouldn't let him.
Pheroze didn't set out to be great. He aimed to do what was right and just. Greatness found him along the way and kept him company till death.
His legacy will live on in the lives he touched and most importantly those he mentored.
I first interacted with Pheroze through his literary works. Our then teacher of Literature enjoyed his works and so did we.
Later, I would hear and watch his articulate presentations at the Goldenberg trial.
It was not until my University days that I dug deeper into the Legal Colossus. Most bundle around the "His excellency" salutation but Pheroze is one of those who should have worn the title. Of course he would not have agreed to it. His humility wouldn't let him.
Pheroze didn't set out to be great. He aimed to do what was right and just. Greatness found him along the way and kept him company till death.
His legacy will live on in the lives he touched and most importantly those he mentored.
July 10, 2025
A gentle giant among the living humans... The world will never seize to remember him... Rest in Peace
July 10, 2025
Pheroze wasn’t just a lawyer. He was a conscience of the nation. From the courtroom to the streets, from the pages of legal scholarship to impassioned activism, he stood unshaken in the face of oppression. He defended the voiceless, mentored generations, and shaped Kenya’s legal and moral fabric with humility, brilliance, and bold courage.
He was family to many, by blood, by law, and by spirit.
He was family to many, by blood, by law, and by spirit.
July 10, 2025
You inspired a generation
July 10, 2025
Tribute by Ms. Wangechi Kahuria, Executive Director, IMLU on behalf of IMLU staff and board.
Villoo Binaifer Sia and Elchi- receive our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Senior Counsel Pheroze Nowrojee — a man whose name is woven into Kenya’s long and unfinished story of justice, freedom, and human dignity. A father, a Husband, An Uncle, Friend, colleague and comrade to many. His light shines in so many of us.
Even as we grieve, we celebrate a life lived with fierce principle and quiet strength. Mr. Nowrojee was more than a brilliant lawyer; he was the conscience of our country in its darkest hours. He stood with oppression when it was neither popular nor safe. He defended the truth when it was most vulnerable. And he lived out — not just spoke of — honor, humility, and courage.
I know this loss is profoundly personal to his family and close friends, yet it is still very personal to many who did not get the opportunity to interact with him directly.
Personally, I hold something precious that I will always treasure, one that speaks to my innermost core— an autographed copy of his book, “Practicing an Honorable Profession” — not just a gift, but a message. A calling. A quiet charge. In that signature lies a recognition: that you, I too and my colleagues and board of IMLU that our voice, like his, carries the power to protect, to heal, and to uphold justice. This memorial comes just a few days after an attack on mothers and human rights defenders, in an institution we call our home, KHRC offices. It’s a time to rekindle our hearts and soul with the courage that Pheroze had, and to make sure that the voice we have remains the hope for this country.
His co-founding of IMLU was not an act of strategy — it was an act of conviction. He saw pain, and he chose to confront it. He saw silence, and he chose to speak. IMLU became his living response to injustice — a place where evidence meets compassion, where law meets healing, where memory becomes advocacy. And under my leadership, I choose to stay true to that founding spirit.
Pheroze believed that the law must be in service of humanity. That justice must be more than procedure — it must be personal. He did not just practice law; he dignified it.
His passing leaves a great void, but also a greater legacy.
Comrades, Family, your legacy is in your work, in your voice, in the strength you carry forward — you are that legacy.
We honor him for the path he helped clear so that many of us could walk it with more courage and clarity.
May his soul rest in eternal peace and may we — the ones who remain — continue practicing our work honorably, professionally, with integrity and always put humanity first.
Villoo Binaifer Sia and Elchi- receive our heartfelt condolences on the passing of Senior Counsel Pheroze Nowrojee — a man whose name is woven into Kenya’s long and unfinished story of justice, freedom, and human dignity. A father, a Husband, An Uncle, Friend, colleague and comrade to many. His light shines in so many of us.
Even as we grieve, we celebrate a life lived with fierce principle and quiet strength. Mr. Nowrojee was more than a brilliant lawyer; he was the conscience of our country in its darkest hours. He stood with oppression when it was neither popular nor safe. He defended the truth when it was most vulnerable. And he lived out — not just spoke of — honor, humility, and courage.
I know this loss is profoundly personal to his family and close friends, yet it is still very personal to many who did not get the opportunity to interact with him directly.
Personally, I hold something precious that I will always treasure, one that speaks to my innermost core— an autographed copy of his book, “Practicing an Honorable Profession” — not just a gift, but a message. A calling. A quiet charge. In that signature lies a recognition: that you, I too and my colleagues and board of IMLU that our voice, like his, carries the power to protect, to heal, and to uphold justice. This memorial comes just a few days after an attack on mothers and human rights defenders, in an institution we call our home, KHRC offices. It’s a time to rekindle our hearts and soul with the courage that Pheroze had, and to make sure that the voice we have remains the hope for this country.
His co-founding of IMLU was not an act of strategy — it was an act of conviction. He saw pain, and he chose to confront it. He saw silence, and he chose to speak. IMLU became his living response to injustice — a place where evidence meets compassion, where law meets healing, where memory becomes advocacy. And under my leadership, I choose to stay true to that founding spirit.
Pheroze believed that the law must be in service of humanity. That justice must be more than procedure — it must be personal. He did not just practice law; he dignified it.
His passing leaves a great void, but also a greater legacy.
Comrades, Family, your legacy is in your work, in your voice, in the strength you carry forward — you are that legacy.
We honor him for the path he helped clear so that many of us could walk it with more courage and clarity.
May his soul rest in eternal peace and may we — the ones who remain — continue practicing our work honorably, professionally, with integrity and always put humanity first.
July 10, 2025
Rest well amen
July 10, 2025
Rest in peace Guru
July 10, 2025
A towering figure in the profession
July 10, 2025
I just wanted to say how deeply sorry I am for the loss of your father.
I keep seeing the series of goodbyes, and imagine that it must be both inspiring and painful. I’m struck by how grief and celebration have intertwined in the various spaces your father has been commemorated, and how its played out so publicly and privately at once… even from afar, I can only imagine how exhausting it must be.
I’m so sorry, Bin. I hope your heart is finding healing comfort in the reminders of how deeply respected and loved your father was.
Our country feels like it’s in such a mess right now, but I truly believe the work your father and others have done will help light the way forward.
I pray for strength for all that’s ahead of you. I hope your mom is doing okay too. Sending you much love na pole tena.
I keep seeing the series of goodbyes, and imagine that it must be both inspiring and painful. I’m struck by how grief and celebration have intertwined in the various spaces your father has been commemorated, and how its played out so publicly and privately at once… even from afar, I can only imagine how exhausting it must be.
I’m so sorry, Bin. I hope your heart is finding healing comfort in the reminders of how deeply respected and loved your father was.
Our country feels like it’s in such a mess right now, but I truly believe the work your father and others have done will help light the way forward.
I pray for strength for all that’s ahead of you. I hope your mom is doing okay too. Sending you much love na pole tena.
July 10, 2025
Even though I never got to meet him in person, my memory of SC Nowrojee's contribution to justice and multi-party democracy in Kenya is one I will forever remember him for. He paid a high price for it, alongside other heroes of Kenya's 2nd liberation, and our beloved country is poorer without him. He was a great human being. May he rest easy and may the good Lord grant him peace in the after-life.
July 9, 2025
SC Pheroze Nowrojee was patient, humble, and purpose driven.
He has been an inspiration in the practice of law and a fearless defender of justice.
We celebrate him.
May his soul rest in peace.
He has been an inspiration in the practice of law and a fearless defender of justice.
We celebrate him.
May his soul rest in peace.
July 9, 2025
We, of Paa ya Paa Arts Centre, fondly remember Pheroze as one of our founding members in 1965. He challenged the artists and writers to "express what they, living in Africa in vital times, are thinking and feeling, and not what our visitors ask for as holiday memento! Our public arts should reflect our own culture!" That spirit inspired Samuel Wanjau in the early 1970s to create "The Freedom Fighter" sculpture that once stood on Paa ya Paa grounds.
To Villoo and the children, we express our sincere sorrow on the loss of Paa ya Paa's founding brother, Pheroze Nowrojee.
Elimo Njau & Phillda Ragland Njau
To Villoo and the children, we express our sincere sorrow on the loss of Paa ya Paa's founding brother, Pheroze Nowrojee.
Elimo Njau & Phillda Ragland Njau
July 9, 2025
On the 6th floor of the law library at Strathmore Law School, I randomly picked a book by Prof Yash Pal Ghai. Having opted to do law because I loved History, I skipped to page 33 of the book to the first thing that seemed like 'history'. It was a Chapter by Pheroze Nowrojee on the role of the bar in our constitutional journey since the Kenyatta era. I completely ignored the fact that my first-year exams were in less than five days and immersed my whole being in that chapter. I never read any other chapter of the book, till date.
I may not have known the man personallly, but he is forever immortalized by his work.
I conclude with the words that start off his final paragraph in that chapter, "And this legacy will endure..."
^DG
I may not have known the man personallly, but he is forever immortalized by his work.
I conclude with the words that start off his final paragraph in that chapter, "And this legacy will endure..."
^DG
July 7, 2025
It is with great sadness that we received the news of the passing your beloved father
I will never forget the kindness and warmth he showed me when we met a few weeks ago and he comforted me about my Dad’s passing. We did not get to know him better but the little time we had with him, we felt like we knew each other for a long time. That is how charming he was - a wonderful soul!
We pray for his soul to find eternal peace and may He give you and your family comfort
Warm regards
Maria and David
I will never forget the kindness and warmth he showed me when we met a few weeks ago and he comforted me about my Dad’s passing. We did not get to know him better but the little time we had with him, we felt like we knew each other for a long time. That is how charming he was - a wonderful soul!
We pray for his soul to find eternal peace and may He give you and your family comfort
Warm regards
Maria and David
July 7, 2025
Phil was and remains a huge inspiration to me and generations of Kenyans. We were blessed to get from his lips guidance, encouragement, and wise counsel.
The Nation has lost a giant and we are lucky to have stood on his shoulders.
We pray for his family and friends. May his soul rest in eternal peace.
Patrick Njoroge, former Governor, Central Bank of Kenya
The Nation has lost a giant and we are lucky to have stood on his shoulders.
We pray for his family and friends. May his soul rest in eternal peace.
Patrick Njoroge, former Governor, Central Bank of Kenya
July 7, 2025
My dearest Mr Nowrojee
Thank you for being a source of guidance and inspiration to me from as young as 7 years old. Your love and kindness and sense of humour will be missed deeply.
I love you.
Rest in peace.
Thank you for being a source of guidance and inspiration to me from as young as 7 years old. Your love and kindness and sense of humour will be missed deeply.
I love you.
Rest in peace.
July 7, 2025
I’m thinking about you as you bring Phil to his final resting place. I think of Phil often and all the lessons he gave us and continues to teach. It’s in the way he laughed so easily even to his own jokes, the way he lived by his own rules even against doctors’ orders. And the way he focused on what he valued and what interested him and didn’t seem deterred by any force. I have his picture by my desk.
I do miss Phil and I know he is missed by so many perhaps even many you don’t know but of course none of us can miss him in the way the you do.
If I can be for you when the grief catches you - and it will- please know I’m here for you always.
Lots of love Bin. Always
I do miss Phil and I know he is missed by so many perhaps even many you don’t know but of course none of us can miss him in the way the you do.
If I can be for you when the grief catches you - and it will- please know I’m here for you always.
Lots of love Bin. Always
July 6, 2025
Dear Binaifer and Family,
My deepest condolences on the passing of your beloved Dad. You have my sympathy and support in these moments when you and your family are celebrating his legacy and memory.
Warm Regards,
Michelle
My deepest condolences on the passing of your beloved Dad. You have my sympathy and support in these moments when you and your family are celebrating his legacy and memory.
Warm Regards,
Michelle
July 3, 2025
I have nothing but admiration towards Pheroze. A man who listens very well and even smiles when he has other views. A fatherly figure who loved Kenya and its people. Pheroze had passion to fight for those who he feels are deprived of their rights.
July 3, 2025
Hi Sia, I'm so sorry to hear about your beloved father's passing. Thank you for the opportunity to meet him and your mom. As a Kenyan I'm so grateful for his legacy and the part he played in our present freedoms. And as your friend, it's a blessing to see the strong and delightful roots you come from. Praying for your family in this season and the days ahead. May every memory be a blessing ✨
July 3, 2025
A Tribute to Pheroze Nowrojee
By Hon. Mary Ang’awa, MBS, FCIArb
Nairobi, Kenya | June 2025
(revised)
Humility, Integrity, a sense of the importance of all human beings, no matter what their race, creed or status, is what could rightly describe Pheroze.
I first met Pheroze in 1979 at the Kenya School of Law, where he lectured on Trust Accounts, showing how to keep client’s accounts. His classes were enjoyable, simple and the subject was well understood. No doubt, he was thorough at what he did. In April 1980, we sat for exams. Out of 72 students, only 18 passed, and just two of us were women. I was privileged to be one of them. That same year, I became the only woman posted to the bench.
I saw Pheroze again when I was posted to the then law courts as a Magistrate. I remember sitting in court, which had wide windows and would notice him struggling to start his vehicle, his wife sitting next to him reading a book. This told me about him, that material needs did not matter to him. My classmates whom he taught, by then were driving prestigious vehicles. His priority in life was solid.
When I rose to become a High Court Judge, Pheroze began appearing before me in court. As was my custom, I would often invite advocates to approach the bench to privately discuss administrative matters such as setting a date for the next hearing. While other lawyers consulted neatly kept diaries, Pheroze would pull out a few handwritten sheets of paper. We would often laugh about his unconventional "diary," but behind that simplicity was a man who had an intimate grasp of his cases and a genuine concern for his clients. His approach showed his commitment not just to the law, but to the people it served.
One day, I met a young man who introduced himself as a Human Rights lawyer. He told me he had trained under Pheroze. This young lawyer would later represent my mother in a minor trespass matter. He eventually became a member of parliament and then later a senator, Mr Daniel Mwanzo is his name. It was clear that anyone who encountered Pheroze came away transformed. He had a way of nurturing people and igniting purpose in them.
He also had a wonderful sense of humour. I particularly saw this when he was in the company of the late Mr. Z. Malik, former Law Society Chairman and a close friend of his. I will always be grateful to Pheroze for representing me alongside Mr. Ongicho during the Vetting of Judges and Magistrates. During that time I found many Judges, including from the Supreme court, clamoring to his office for representation. His office had plaques on the wall of the East African Railway and Harbours registration numbers. He was proud of those plaques, as they represented trains driven by some employees from the Asian community.
I later discovered that both his daughters, Bin and Sia, attended Bryn Mawr College, one of the renowned Seven Sisters institutions in the United States. Bryn Mawr, still a prestigious university for women worldwide, was founded with the mission of advancing women’s education and leadership. It was in this environment of intellect, rigor and empowerment that I had been invited as a speaker to a short program under the Women in Public Service Institute on Peacebuilding and Development, where I co-presented a paper with Ms. Majisu titled "The Role of the Justice System in Post-Conflict Resolution." The program aimed to ensure 50% representation of women in the public sector by 2050, a vision initiated by Hillary Clinton. Notably, Majisu was also an alumnus of Bryn Mawr College.
Knowing that Pheroze supported his two daughters in attending such an esteemed institution affirmed his dedication to women’s empowerment not just in theory, but in practice. His commitment to providing them with the opportunities at one of the world’s most prestigious colleges demonstrates how much he valued and championed women’s advancement in all sectors of life.
Pheroze was also a prolific writer. He regularly contributed to The Star newspaper, and his articles were later compiled into booklets. His writings reflected his passion for constitutionalism and his desire to educate the public with reasoned, accessible information. He also contributed to publications on press freedom, further demonstrating his belief in a free and informed society.
His involvement with the National Museum and his efforts to spotlight the history of Asian communities in Kenya are also widely recognized. Through this work, he preserved stories that might otherwise have been forgotten and brought to light a heritage that is part of our shared national identity.
What more can one say? Pheroze was a remarkable man a true Kenyan in every sense.
My deepest and heartfelt condolences to my dear friend Villoo, and to their children Binaifer, Sia, and Elchi.
Mary Ang'awa
By Hon. Mary Ang’awa, MBS, FCIArb
Nairobi, Kenya | June 2025
(revised)
Humility, Integrity, a sense of the importance of all human beings, no matter what their race, creed or status, is what could rightly describe Pheroze.
I first met Pheroze in 1979 at the Kenya School of Law, where he lectured on Trust Accounts, showing how to keep client’s accounts. His classes were enjoyable, simple and the subject was well understood. No doubt, he was thorough at what he did. In April 1980, we sat for exams. Out of 72 students, only 18 passed, and just two of us were women. I was privileged to be one of them. That same year, I became the only woman posted to the bench.
I saw Pheroze again when I was posted to the then law courts as a Magistrate. I remember sitting in court, which had wide windows and would notice him struggling to start his vehicle, his wife sitting next to him reading a book. This told me about him, that material needs did not matter to him. My classmates whom he taught, by then were driving prestigious vehicles. His priority in life was solid.
When I rose to become a High Court Judge, Pheroze began appearing before me in court. As was my custom, I would often invite advocates to approach the bench to privately discuss administrative matters such as setting a date for the next hearing. While other lawyers consulted neatly kept diaries, Pheroze would pull out a few handwritten sheets of paper. We would often laugh about his unconventional "diary," but behind that simplicity was a man who had an intimate grasp of his cases and a genuine concern for his clients. His approach showed his commitment not just to the law, but to the people it served.
One day, I met a young man who introduced himself as a Human Rights lawyer. He told me he had trained under Pheroze. This young lawyer would later represent my mother in a minor trespass matter. He eventually became a member of parliament and then later a senator, Mr Daniel Mwanzo is his name. It was clear that anyone who encountered Pheroze came away transformed. He had a way of nurturing people and igniting purpose in them.
He also had a wonderful sense of humour. I particularly saw this when he was in the company of the late Mr. Z. Malik, former Law Society Chairman and a close friend of his. I will always be grateful to Pheroze for representing me alongside Mr. Ongicho during the Vetting of Judges and Magistrates. During that time I found many Judges, including from the Supreme court, clamoring to his office for representation. His office had plaques on the wall of the East African Railway and Harbours registration numbers. He was proud of those plaques, as they represented trains driven by some employees from the Asian community.
I later discovered that both his daughters, Bin and Sia, attended Bryn Mawr College, one of the renowned Seven Sisters institutions in the United States. Bryn Mawr, still a prestigious university for women worldwide, was founded with the mission of advancing women’s education and leadership. It was in this environment of intellect, rigor and empowerment that I had been invited as a speaker to a short program under the Women in Public Service Institute on Peacebuilding and Development, where I co-presented a paper with Ms. Majisu titled "The Role of the Justice System in Post-Conflict Resolution." The program aimed to ensure 50% representation of women in the public sector by 2050, a vision initiated by Hillary Clinton. Notably, Majisu was also an alumnus of Bryn Mawr College.
Knowing that Pheroze supported his two daughters in attending such an esteemed institution affirmed his dedication to women’s empowerment not just in theory, but in practice. His commitment to providing them with the opportunities at one of the world’s most prestigious colleges demonstrates how much he valued and championed women’s advancement in all sectors of life.
Pheroze was also a prolific writer. He regularly contributed to The Star newspaper, and his articles were later compiled into booklets. His writings reflected his passion for constitutionalism and his desire to educate the public with reasoned, accessible information. He also contributed to publications on press freedom, further demonstrating his belief in a free and informed society.
His involvement with the National Museum and his efforts to spotlight the history of Asian communities in Kenya are also widely recognized. Through this work, he preserved stories that might otherwise have been forgotten and brought to light a heritage that is part of our shared national identity.
What more can one say? Pheroze was a remarkable man a true Kenyan in every sense.
My deepest and heartfelt condolences to my dear friend Villoo, and to their children Binaifer, Sia, and Elchi.
Mary Ang'awa
July 3, 2025
Your parents are icons of humanity, for me. I still haven't figured out how to deal with the loss of our parents and do not have the "right" words to share. But I am sorry for your family's loss. We lost our mother in May.
I had the pleasure to see your parents - even if it was at another event of loss; the memorial of the great liver of life, Joni Waite. Your dad graced us with a beautiful poem he told us that he'd written for her some years prior.
I partially filmed his reading of it. I wanted to share it with you, if you'd like that.
Hugs
I had the pleasure to see your parents - even if it was at another event of loss; the memorial of the great liver of life, Joni Waite. Your dad graced us with a beautiful poem he told us that he'd written for her some years prior.
I partially filmed his reading of it. I wanted to share it with you, if you'd like that.
Hugs
July 2, 2025
Dearest Villoo,
I hope this finds you well, and feeling supported in your life in the U.S. with your children and grandchildren.
Yes, I learned that Pheroze had passed – almost as soon as it happened. My heart immediately went out to you – and I prayed for you.
But I also wanted to give you some time – to grieve, to mourn and to make the adjustments you would have to make to this new, sad situation.
I know how close and devoted you were to each other and all your years together, so I can only imagine the sorrow you have been through.
I am glad you are there with your children to live beyond this tragedy together.
I just wanted you to know that you are in my thoughts and prayers, and I hope you’ll find a minute to write to me to let me know how you are.
All my love.
I hope this finds you well, and feeling supported in your life in the U.S. with your children and grandchildren.
Yes, I learned that Pheroze had passed – almost as soon as it happened. My heart immediately went out to you – and I prayed for you.
But I also wanted to give you some time – to grieve, to mourn and to make the adjustments you would have to make to this new, sad situation.
I know how close and devoted you were to each other and all your years together, so I can only imagine the sorrow you have been through.
I am glad you are there with your children to live beyond this tragedy together.
I just wanted you to know that you are in my thoughts and prayers, and I hope you’ll find a minute to write to me to let me know how you are.
All my love.
July 2, 2025
Thank you for sharing that extraordinary tribute. It’s gorgeous and moving. I can’t imagine the gaping hole you must feel but of course you are him and he is you and you will always carrying him within. Each of his amazing children are also among his most profound legacies. Sending you and the family so much love and courage.
July 2, 2025
My deepest condolences to the Nowrojee family.
I never had the pleaure nor the honour of meeting Mzee Pheroze Nowrojee SC & although I wish I had had the opportunity in a way I feel like I did through his son & my pal Elchi.
The humility espoused by him and how he spoke about his Dad when we met will always remain with me. He was [and I'm sure as are all the family] and will always be proud of him.
I believe our most important legacy isn't just in our efforts while we were hear briefly on earth but on how we impacted those around us especially our loved ones. It's the little things that sometimes are the big ones. How we took on our parents kindness, humility, empathy and many other traits. Now that is the true legacy.
Safari njema Mzee P. NOWROJEE SC 🕊
I never had the pleaure nor the honour of meeting Mzee Pheroze Nowrojee SC & although I wish I had had the opportunity in a way I feel like I did through his son & my pal Elchi.
The humility espoused by him and how he spoke about his Dad when we met will always remain with me. He was [and I'm sure as are all the family] and will always be proud of him.
I believe our most important legacy isn't just in our efforts while we were hear briefly on earth but on how we impacted those around us especially our loved ones. It's the little things that sometimes are the big ones. How we took on our parents kindness, humility, empathy and many other traits. Now that is the true legacy.
Safari njema Mzee P. NOWROJEE SC 🕊
July 2, 2025
A tribute to Pheroze Nowrojee
Humility, Integrity, a sense of the importance of all human beings, no matter what their race, creed or status, is what could rightly describe Pheroze.
I first met Pheroze in 1979, at the Kenya School of Law. He was a lecturer there and taught Trust Accounts, showing how to keep client’s accounts. His classes were enjoyable, simple and the subject understood well. No doubt, he was thorough at what he did. In April of 1980, exams were held. At the first seating of 72 students, 18 passed of which two were women. I was, privileged to be one of the two women. This saw me as the only woman that year, being posted to the bench.
I next saw Pheroze when I was posted to the then law courts, as a Magistrate. I would sit in court,which had wide windows and would notice him struggling to start his vehicle, his widow sitting next to him reading a book. This told me about him, that material needs did not matter to him. My classmates whom he taught, by then were driving prestigious vehicles. His priority in life was solid.
When I rose to be a High Court Judge, Pheroze began to appear before me. As my custom was, many a time, I would ask advocates to approach the bench when I wished to speak to both privately, for example, on a suitable date to take for the next hearing. Pheroze would remove sheets of paper before me whilst his counterpart would have a diary. For many years, we would joke about his method of keeping his diary. He appeared to be a hand on person,knowing, exactly what type of matters he had and its importance. This taught me, that he was concerned about his clients and also concerned, how their matters were handled.
I once met a young man who introduced himself to me as a Human Rights lawyer. He told me he practiced with Pheroze. This young man represented my mother on a small matter of tresspass. He later on rose to be a member of parliament. This taught me that Pheroze was a person, when you interacted with him, he left you a different person with the aim to
He was a person of humour. I saw this when he was in the presence of the late Mr. Z Malik, a former Law Society Chairman and good friend of his. I will always be grateful to him for representing me with Mr Ongicho during the Vetting of Judges and Magistrate. I then discovered that his widow and daughter attended Brym Mawr college, one of the seven sister’s colleges. These Seven colleges were designed, with women only in mind. I attended a short program there by Women in Public Service Institute Peace building and Development and delivered a paper together with Ms. Majisu on the "The role of the Justice System in Post Conflict Resolution". The background of the program was to have 50% of Women in the public sector by 2050. This was a program initiated by Hillary Clinton. This showed me how Pheroze valued women’s rights and practiced it by allowing his widow and daughter participate in women issue.
He spent, a lot of time writing articles for the Star Newspapers, which were later, compiled, into booklets. The objective in allowing the members of public have, a reasoned view on constitutionalism showed the passion he had on information. He was also involved in the publication, on the freedom of the press and participated in the articles produced.
His involvement with the National Museum and the role he played in putting, to the forefront the Asian Communities’ history in Kenya, is well known. This legacy is indeed well recognized and deserved recognition.
What more can be said, save that Pheroze was indeed a great man, a true Kenyan.
My deep and heartfelt condolences to my friend Villoo, the children, Binaifer , Sia and Elchi
Hon. Mary Ang’awa, MBS, FCIArb
Nairobi, Kenya
June 2025
Humility, Integrity, a sense of the importance of all human beings, no matter what their race, creed or status, is what could rightly describe Pheroze.
I first met Pheroze in 1979, at the Kenya School of Law. He was a lecturer there and taught Trust Accounts, showing how to keep client’s accounts. His classes were enjoyable, simple and the subject understood well. No doubt, he was thorough at what he did. In April of 1980, exams were held. At the first seating of 72 students, 18 passed of which two were women. I was, privileged to be one of the two women. This saw me as the only woman that year, being posted to the bench.
I next saw Pheroze when I was posted to the then law courts, as a Magistrate. I would sit in court,which had wide windows and would notice him struggling to start his vehicle, his widow sitting next to him reading a book. This told me about him, that material needs did not matter to him. My classmates whom he taught, by then were driving prestigious vehicles. His priority in life was solid.
When I rose to be a High Court Judge, Pheroze began to appear before me. As my custom was, many a time, I would ask advocates to approach the bench when I wished to speak to both privately, for example, on a suitable date to take for the next hearing. Pheroze would remove sheets of paper before me whilst his counterpart would have a diary. For many years, we would joke about his method of keeping his diary. He appeared to be a hand on person,knowing, exactly what type of matters he had and its importance. This taught me, that he was concerned about his clients and also concerned, how their matters were handled.
I once met a young man who introduced himself to me as a Human Rights lawyer. He told me he practiced with Pheroze. This young man represented my mother on a small matter of tresspass. He later on rose to be a member of parliament. This taught me that Pheroze was a person, when you interacted with him, he left you a different person with the aim to
He was a person of humour. I saw this when he was in the presence of the late Mr. Z Malik, a former Law Society Chairman and good friend of his. I will always be grateful to him for representing me with Mr Ongicho during the Vetting of Judges and Magistrate. I then discovered that his widow and daughter attended Brym Mawr college, one of the seven sister’s colleges. These Seven colleges were designed, with women only in mind. I attended a short program there by Women in Public Service Institute Peace building and Development and delivered a paper together with Ms. Majisu on the "The role of the Justice System in Post Conflict Resolution". The background of the program was to have 50% of Women in the public sector by 2050. This was a program initiated by Hillary Clinton. This showed me how Pheroze valued women’s rights and practiced it by allowing his widow and daughter participate in women issue.
He spent, a lot of time writing articles for the Star Newspapers, which were later, compiled, into booklets. The objective in allowing the members of public have, a reasoned view on constitutionalism showed the passion he had on information. He was also involved in the publication, on the freedom of the press and participated in the articles produced.
His involvement with the National Museum and the role he played in putting, to the forefront the Asian Communities’ history in Kenya, is well known. This legacy is indeed well recognized and deserved recognition.
What more can be said, save that Pheroze was indeed a great man, a true Kenyan.
My deep and heartfelt condolences to my friend Villoo, the children, Binaifer , Sia and Elchi
Hon. Mary Ang’awa, MBS, FCIArb
Nairobi, Kenya
June 2025
July 1, 2025
In a country where criminals make the law, having proper legal minds who stand, fight and find justice is a necessity. Mr. Pheroze Nowrojee did that and inspired many more to do the same.
July 1, 2025
Tribute to Pheroze Nowrojee- The Legend
It is with profound respect and a heavy heart that we pay tribute to the late Pheroze Nowrojee — a towering figure in Kenya’s legal and political landscape. His passing marks the end of an era for those who knew him as a relentless advocate for justice, human rights, and constitutionalism.
Pheroze Nowrojee was more than a lawyer; he was a beacon of integrity and a tireless champion for the voiceless. Throughout his distinguished career, he devoted his intellect and passion to building a more just and equitable society. His role in landmark cases defending civil liberties and challenging oppressive systems left an indelible mark on Kenya’s jurisprudence.
His influence extended far beyond the courtroom. As a legal scholar, constitutional expert, and prolific writer, his insights enriched public discourse and guided the nation through pivotal moments of reform. He combined sharp legal acumen with unwavering principle and a deep commitment to the rule of law.
Pheroze Nowrojee’s legacy is woven into the fabric of Kenya’s democratic journey. He inspired generations of legal professionals and activists to pursue justice with courage and conviction. His life was a testament to the power of principled advocacy and the enduring pursuit of fairness and human dignity.
We remember him not only for his formidable legal mind, but for his unwavering spirit, his dedication to truth, and his profound love for Kenya. May his remarkable contributions continue to inspire us all to uphold the values he so passionately defended.
May he rest in eternal peace
It is with profound respect and a heavy heart that we pay tribute to the late Pheroze Nowrojee — a towering figure in Kenya’s legal and political landscape. His passing marks the end of an era for those who knew him as a relentless advocate for justice, human rights, and constitutionalism.
Pheroze Nowrojee was more than a lawyer; he was a beacon of integrity and a tireless champion for the voiceless. Throughout his distinguished career, he devoted his intellect and passion to building a more just and equitable society. His role in landmark cases defending civil liberties and challenging oppressive systems left an indelible mark on Kenya’s jurisprudence.
His influence extended far beyond the courtroom. As a legal scholar, constitutional expert, and prolific writer, his insights enriched public discourse and guided the nation through pivotal moments of reform. He combined sharp legal acumen with unwavering principle and a deep commitment to the rule of law.
Pheroze Nowrojee’s legacy is woven into the fabric of Kenya’s democratic journey. He inspired generations of legal professionals and activists to pursue justice with courage and conviction. His life was a testament to the power of principled advocacy and the enduring pursuit of fairness and human dignity.
We remember him not only for his formidable legal mind, but for his unwavering spirit, his dedication to truth, and his profound love for Kenya. May his remarkable contributions continue to inspire us all to uphold the values he so passionately defended.
May he rest in eternal peace
July 1, 2025
Pheroze Nowrojee was a fearless defender of justice and human rights, who stood firm even when the system did not. His life’s work lit a path toward the Kenya we are still striving to become
June 28, 2025
I have taken time to internalise the demise of a great man . A good friend . A good mentor , a man with a lot of love for others.
It is near not believable that my Pupil Grandpa (as I jokingly used to call him) packed and left without a warning.
Pheroze Nowrojee indeed was a light to all of us .
At my lowest he always encouraged me to pick up and forge on .
He guided me through my LSK leadership; when I mooted my idea to start the Senior Council Committee of the LSK, he was elated about the idea and I asked “what difference will it make?” he said “you must mentor the young advocates. You must create a path of excellence where all of us can always fall back to.” He said: “Do it.” I am glad the committee was put in place. He always made my near impossible ideas very possible with a word of encouragement and a push to always do that which is right .
He was the first to pen me a word of encouragement and push when I was appointed to serve the President. His words still echo a silent whisper to “always do the right thing and not to forget where we have come from “
I choose to celebrate SC Pheroze Nowrojee.
We thank God for directing him to us, to hold our hands and push us to be the best of ourselves .
May his words of wisdom guide many generations to come.
May he go well.
May his Soul rest in Peace.
It is near not believable that my Pupil Grandpa (as I jokingly used to call him) packed and left without a warning.
Pheroze Nowrojee indeed was a light to all of us .
At my lowest he always encouraged me to pick up and forge on .
He guided me through my LSK leadership; when I mooted my idea to start the Senior Council Committee of the LSK, he was elated about the idea and I asked “what difference will it make?” he said “you must mentor the young advocates. You must create a path of excellence where all of us can always fall back to.” He said: “Do it.” I am glad the committee was put in place. He always made my near impossible ideas very possible with a word of encouragement and a push to always do that which is right .
He was the first to pen me a word of encouragement and push when I was appointed to serve the President. His words still echo a silent whisper to “always do the right thing and not to forget where we have come from “
I choose to celebrate SC Pheroze Nowrojee.
We thank God for directing him to us, to hold our hands and push us to be the best of ourselves .
May his words of wisdom guide many generations to come.
May he go well.
May his Soul rest in Peace.
June 27, 2025
A Tribute to Pheroze Nowrojee
A man strong and courageous with an unwavering belief in a better Kenya, where the constitution takes precedence and impunity, corruption and despair are a thing of the past, is how many of us remember Pheroze Nowrojee.
He did not only believe in a country worthy of it people, but also actively participated in the fight to get us there. A man who defended the rights of the human rights defenders during a regime so bad, one could be disappeared just for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time is not just a man to be admired but also emulated.
I am humbled, grateful, and inspired to honor a man who saw the promise of the Kenyan youth, and believed in me without ever meeting me.
Through his steadfastness to justice and unwavering commitment in defending what is right, he supported human rights defenders, projects, and people like me working towards a better Kenya. He has been a mentor, lending his quiet strength to us and proving that true mentorship needs only conviction, courage, and a dream we all believe in.
Thank you, Pheroze, for standing up for this country in murky and dangerous times, for remaining true to a cause, a dream that we in this room, now share. Thank you for believing and supporting this generation, directly and indirectly, in the constant fight for good governance, constitutionalism, and the rule of law.
Your legacy is not only in the corridors of justice, but in every Kenyan who dares to speak up in the face of adversity, impunity and corruption, who believes that change is still possible and we are that change.
As we remember you today, we do with a resolve in our hearts, to carry this baton with strength, honor, and hope that we will get to live in the Kenya you believed in and fought for.
To our fellow Kenyans in the diaspora, thank you for standing with us, through your voices, resources, and unending love for Kenya, even from miles away.
Your support has given us strength and courage during times when the fight for justice seems futile and we on the ground grow weary. You make this journey a little less lonely and a little more worthwhile.
We are always reminded that we are not alone in this fight.
As we approach the June 25th Gen-Z anniversary, and beyond, May our hearts never forget,
May we never grow weary,
And may we forever keep up the good fight.
Rest Well, Pheroze. Your legacy and courage live on.
A man strong and courageous with an unwavering belief in a better Kenya, where the constitution takes precedence and impunity, corruption and despair are a thing of the past, is how many of us remember Pheroze Nowrojee.
He did not only believe in a country worthy of it people, but also actively participated in the fight to get us there. A man who defended the rights of the human rights defenders during a regime so bad, one could be disappeared just for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time is not just a man to be admired but also emulated.
I am humbled, grateful, and inspired to honor a man who saw the promise of the Kenyan youth, and believed in me without ever meeting me.
Through his steadfastness to justice and unwavering commitment in defending what is right, he supported human rights defenders, projects, and people like me working towards a better Kenya. He has been a mentor, lending his quiet strength to us and proving that true mentorship needs only conviction, courage, and a dream we all believe in.
Thank you, Pheroze, for standing up for this country in murky and dangerous times, for remaining true to a cause, a dream that we in this room, now share. Thank you for believing and supporting this generation, directly and indirectly, in the constant fight for good governance, constitutionalism, and the rule of law.
Your legacy is not only in the corridors of justice, but in every Kenyan who dares to speak up in the face of adversity, impunity and corruption, who believes that change is still possible and we are that change.
As we remember you today, we do with a resolve in our hearts, to carry this baton with strength, honor, and hope that we will get to live in the Kenya you believed in and fought for.
To our fellow Kenyans in the diaspora, thank you for standing with us, through your voices, resources, and unending love for Kenya, even from miles away.
Your support has given us strength and courage during times when the fight for justice seems futile and we on the ground grow weary. You make this journey a little less lonely and a little more worthwhile.
We are always reminded that we are not alone in this fight.
As we approach the June 25th Gen-Z anniversary, and beyond, May our hearts never forget,
May we never grow weary,
And may we forever keep up the good fight.
Rest Well, Pheroze. Your legacy and courage live on.
June 27, 2025
Sia, I'm so sorry to hear about your dad's passing. Please accept my deepest condolences during this difficult time.
Losing a parent is an immense loss, and I can only imagine the grief you're feeling. May he rest in peace and paradise. It's understandable that everyone in Kenya would want to come together and celebrate the legacy he left behind. His passing must be deeply felt by so many, given the significant impact he made.
May he rest in paradise.
Losing a parent is an immense loss, and I can only imagine the grief you're feeling. May he rest in peace and paradise. It's understandable that everyone in Kenya would want to come together and celebrate the legacy he left behind. His passing must be deeply felt by so many, given the significant impact he made.
May he rest in paradise.
June 25, 2025
I write to celebrate and mourn Pheroze Nowrojee. Every encounter with him left me inspired to do more, to be better. I celebrate the man that others knew – the principled lawyer, scholar and person whose passions extended to poetry and railroads. I celebrate the teacher.
In my first job in human rights, I landed by chance with his daughter, Binaifer, and his former student, Makau Mutua. Makau, who had little good to say about the professors at Harvard where he had recently graduated, lavished praise on the Nairobi law faculty and described Pheroze's teaching, in particular, in minute detail. It was the combination of legal rigor and moral clarity that stood out to me. I got a direct taste of it soon afterwards. On one of Pheroze's visits to New York, I asked if he could spare some time to explain the workings of detention law in Moi's Kenya. He didn't spare time; he organized a lesson. He arrived with texts and took me systematically through the law. I can't think of Habeas Corpus, without remembering sitting next to him at the table.
I sought Pheroze out whenever I came through Nairobi. We always talked law and politics, but I also got glimpses of his passions. I was transported by my visit to the museum exhibit on South Asians in Kenya, with the intricate diaries of railroad construction and the lounging lions. I appreciated the day when he took my son and me through the Nairobi National Park (where he was at least as respectful to the baboons as the humans). He shared his love for history, for his country and his family. Later, reading his family memoir, I also appreciated the subtlety of his love, which was not diminished by the ambivalence and contradictions of belonging to a diaspora population.
I mourn the passing of Pheroze Nowrojee, deeply anchored in his history and the history of his country, deeply committed to the possibilities of improvement through law, clear-sighted in his principles and willing to throw himself into battle using the skills he had honed. There may be others like him, but fewer and disappearing quickly. He takes with him a clarity drawn from the era of independence, tempered by years of authoritarianism and battered by the struggles that have followed. I wish there were more Pheroze Nowrojees to share with the students I teach and the generation that now faces challenges that are more daunting than any we have faced but would have been familiar to him
In my first job in human rights, I landed by chance with his daughter, Binaifer, and his former student, Makau Mutua. Makau, who had little good to say about the professors at Harvard where he had recently graduated, lavished praise on the Nairobi law faculty and described Pheroze's teaching, in particular, in minute detail. It was the combination of legal rigor and moral clarity that stood out to me. I got a direct taste of it soon afterwards. On one of Pheroze's visits to New York, I asked if he could spare some time to explain the workings of detention law in Moi's Kenya. He didn't spare time; he organized a lesson. He arrived with texts and took me systematically through the law. I can't think of Habeas Corpus, without remembering sitting next to him at the table.
I sought Pheroze out whenever I came through Nairobi. We always talked law and politics, but I also got glimpses of his passions. I was transported by my visit to the museum exhibit on South Asians in Kenya, with the intricate diaries of railroad construction and the lounging lions. I appreciated the day when he took my son and me through the Nairobi National Park (where he was at least as respectful to the baboons as the humans). He shared his love for history, for his country and his family. Later, reading his family memoir, I also appreciated the subtlety of his love, which was not diminished by the ambivalence and contradictions of belonging to a diaspora population.
I mourn the passing of Pheroze Nowrojee, deeply anchored in his history and the history of his country, deeply committed to the possibilities of improvement through law, clear-sighted in his principles and willing to throw himself into battle using the skills he had honed. There may be others like him, but fewer and disappearing quickly. He takes with him a clarity drawn from the era of independence, tempered by years of authoritarianism and battered by the struggles that have followed. I wish there were more Pheroze Nowrojees to share with the students I teach and the generation that now faces challenges that are more daunting than any we have faced but would have been familiar to him
June 24, 2025
Hi Bin, I just heard about your dad’s passing, and I’m so sorry. He was such a warm, thoughtful presence. Sending you all my love and deepest condolences.
June 23, 2025
A Tribute in Memory of Pheroze Nowrojee, S.C
I thank God for the privilege of having known and learned from the truly remarkable man: Mr. Pheroze Nowrojee. To me, Pheroze, was not just a Senior Counsel or an employer or tutor, he was my mentor and, in many ways, a father figure during my formative years as a young lawyer. I first walked through the doors of his esteemed law firm as a pupil just fresh from law school, brimming with ambition but lacking the wisdom that only time and good teachers can provide. My first day in court with him was encouraging and gave me hope for the future.
From the very beginning, he treated me, and so many others, with kindness and respect. Under his watchful eye, I learned that the practice of law is not merely about winning cases or making money but it is about serving justice, safeguarding the vulnerable, and upholding the dignity of our courts and our Country. He showed us that true brilliance lies not in grandstanding, but in meticulous preparation, honesty with clients, and courtesy to all, from Judges to Clerks to the humblest petitioners who sought his counsel.
Beyond the corridors of the courtroom, Pheroze was a man of immense generosity and humanity. He believed in nurturing young people, opening doors for those who might otherwise have been overlooked, and encouraging everyone to rise to their highest potential. His success never changed him. He remained humble, approachable, and deeply grounded in family. His beloved wife, Villoo, was his steadfast partner in all things — a source of strength, grace, and warmth who stood by his side through every triumph and challenge. Their love and mutual respect was an inspiration to all who knew them. He introduced me to politics through Activism and Election petitions. He was very proud of me when I was elected M.P. Makueni Constituency in 2013 to 2022
Today, as I serve as a Senator of Makueni in the Republic of Kenya, I am profoundly aware that my journey would not have been possible without his unwavering belief in me. The values he imparted — of integrity, service, and excellence — continue to guide me as I serve our Nation and the people of Makueni. May the Almighty grant him eternal rest, and may He comfort Villoo, the children, and the entire Nowrojee family with the knowledge that his life was a light that continues to shine through all of us.
Rest in peace, dear mentor and friend. You will be dearly missed, but never forgotten.
Daniel Kitonga Maanzo EBS, M.P.
Senator Makueni County
I thank God for the privilege of having known and learned from the truly remarkable man: Mr. Pheroze Nowrojee. To me, Pheroze, was not just a Senior Counsel or an employer or tutor, he was my mentor and, in many ways, a father figure during my formative years as a young lawyer. I first walked through the doors of his esteemed law firm as a pupil just fresh from law school, brimming with ambition but lacking the wisdom that only time and good teachers can provide. My first day in court with him was encouraging and gave me hope for the future.
From the very beginning, he treated me, and so many others, with kindness and respect. Under his watchful eye, I learned that the practice of law is not merely about winning cases or making money but it is about serving justice, safeguarding the vulnerable, and upholding the dignity of our courts and our Country. He showed us that true brilliance lies not in grandstanding, but in meticulous preparation, honesty with clients, and courtesy to all, from Judges to Clerks to the humblest petitioners who sought his counsel.
Beyond the corridors of the courtroom, Pheroze was a man of immense generosity and humanity. He believed in nurturing young people, opening doors for those who might otherwise have been overlooked, and encouraging everyone to rise to their highest potential. His success never changed him. He remained humble, approachable, and deeply grounded in family. His beloved wife, Villoo, was his steadfast partner in all things — a source of strength, grace, and warmth who stood by his side through every triumph and challenge. Their love and mutual respect was an inspiration to all who knew them. He introduced me to politics through Activism and Election petitions. He was very proud of me when I was elected M.P. Makueni Constituency in 2013 to 2022
Today, as I serve as a Senator of Makueni in the Republic of Kenya, I am profoundly aware that my journey would not have been possible without his unwavering belief in me. The values he imparted — of integrity, service, and excellence — continue to guide me as I serve our Nation and the people of Makueni. May the Almighty grant him eternal rest, and may He comfort Villoo, the children, and the entire Nowrojee family with the knowledge that his life was a light that continues to shine through all of us.
Rest in peace, dear mentor and friend. You will be dearly missed, but never forgotten.
Daniel Kitonga Maanzo EBS, M.P.
Senator Makueni County
June 18, 2025
Dear Phil uncle ,
Was fortunate to feel your touch, got my share of wisdom, knowledge, humour and generosity from you.
Can't become but wish to be like you.
Was fortunate to feel your touch, got my share of wisdom, knowledge, humour and generosity from you.
Can't become but wish to be like you.
June 13, 2025
You will be immensely missed.
Your loving, understanding, and ultimate respect for my art means the world to me.
You will be greatly missed.
Pheroze wrote a poem for me. He published it one of the Sunday papers, and he & Villoo drove around to give me a copy.
I subsequently used it in a catalogue for a show in Mumbai, called ORIENTATIONS
DISORIENTATIONS,
almost 20 years (or more?) ago.
The second is a selfie,when we had a quite moment at his friend's restaurant at The National Museum...a couple of so months ago....on the day of thecelebration for Rasna Warah, a common friend.
Your loving, understanding, and ultimate respect for my art means the world to me.
You will be greatly missed.
Pheroze wrote a poem for me. He published it one of the Sunday papers, and he & Villoo drove around to give me a copy.
I subsequently used it in a catalogue for a show in Mumbai, called ORIENTATIONS
DISORIENTATIONS,
almost 20 years (or more?) ago.
The second is a selfie,when we had a quite moment at his friend's restaurant at The National Museum...a couple of so months ago....on the day of thecelebration for Rasna Warah, a common friend.
June 13, 2025
Rest in power, SC Nowrojee. A light has gone out, but your fire lives on.
June 13, 2025
Pheroze was a rare gem who was a pearl of wisdom and guidance in our society.
A man of great knowledge, yet humble, gentle and unassuming man who stood out tall.
May his legacy be a guiding light for the future generations.
Rest well sir.
A man of great knowledge, yet humble, gentle and unassuming man who stood out tall.
May his legacy be a guiding light for the future generations.
Rest well sir.
June 12, 2025
When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou
Go well my dear friend and mwalimu ❤
by Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou
Go well my dear friend and mwalimu ❤
June 12, 2025
I want to add my voice to the many who are remembering Pheroze so fondly. When I was at Ford Foundation’s Nairobi office in the late 1980s, I had the pleasure of working with him. At that time, Pheroze was focusing on consumer rights broadly conceived. His work included women and children’s rights as well as more traditional consumer rights. And, of course, he was part of a small cluster of courageous lawyers working to protect human rights.
I am so glad that I got to know Pheroze.
I am so glad that I got to know Pheroze.
June 12, 2025
I remember Philly and Villo as a young couple working during their University vacation in a shop in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was a rather precocious 7 year oldbut 2 very different families just clicked. I remember they stayed with us for Christmas 1962. This was the Winter of the Great Freeze. Heavy snow from Christmas to Easter. Philly went up into the roof space to hekp clear the accumulated snow and put his foot through the ceiling!
June 12, 2025
To the dear family of Pheroze Nowrojee , with great love and honor, i send this message to remember before you the sincere handwork that Nowrojee has been doing during his lifetime.
In many ways and times he spoke very well and helped the Kenya's Mau Mau Freedom Fighters - the Gallant Soldiers who liberated Kenya from colonialism
Nowrojee's mind and soul as we knew him was for the people of Kenya and in particular the downtrodden population.
We would wish his family and friends to follow his steps as a good lawyer who represented many of the disadvantaged citizens.
In many ways and times he spoke very well and helped the Kenya's Mau Mau Freedom Fighters - the Gallant Soldiers who liberated Kenya from colonialism
Nowrojee's mind and soul as we knew him was for the people of Kenya and in particular the downtrodden population.
We would wish his family and friends to follow his steps as a good lawyer who represented many of the disadvantaged citizens.
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