Tribute To Our Beloved Son
Collins Mwangi Weru
Our hearts are shattered beyond words as we say goodbye to you, our firstborn son, taken from us far too soon in a tragic road accident at just 28 years old. You were the light of our lives, a beacon of hope and joy from the moment you entered this world. As our eldest, you set an example that inspired us all, obedient, smart, and incredibly intelligent. You finished your campus studies with such determination and grace, making us prouder than we could ever express.
You weren’t just our son; you were our pillar of strength. You aided us in countless ways, always ready with a helping hand, wise advice, or a warm smile. To your two sisters, you were more than a brother, you were their protector, their confidant, and their greatest supporter. They adored you, and your bond with them was unbreakable, filled with laughter, shared secrets, and endless love.
Collins, you touched so many lives with your kindness and charisma. Your huge social network was a testament to how deeply you were loved and respected by friends, colleagues, and everyone who crossed your path. You had a way of making people feel seen and valued, and the world is dimmer without your presence.
This loss is a devastating blow to us, your parents, and to your sisters. We grapple with the emptiness left behind, but we hold onto the beautiful memories you gave us—the family gatherings, your achievements, your infectious enthusiasm for life. Though you are no longer here, your spirit lives on in our hearts, guiding us forward.
With all our love,
Mum & Dad.
Tribute To My Dearest
Brother Collins
Saying goodbye to you is the toughest thing I have ever had to do. I never thought a day like this would come, where I stand and say farewell to you, Collins. Every day of my life I have known you by my side , as the person I ran to for solutions, answers, or simply a shoulder to cry on. You were always present, and always with a smile.
You were the first person I ever played with, the one who held me when I could barely stand. We fought as kids , like all siblings do, and laughed about it as adults. I hold countless memories of us at every stage of life. More than anyone, you held my hand through laughter and tears, telling me each time I doubted that everything would be okay, making time in your busy days to make sure I was okay.
Through you I have discovered passions that transformed my life and gained clarity about my career. You’ve taught me to value life, to live with intention, and to be present in every moment. Your presence has made me a better person all round.
You are the big brother God knew I needed and you lived your part fully. Though it pains me deeply to see you go, I believe you played your role not only in my life but in the lives of all who experienced you. The kindness you showed to everyone you met is something I will strive to emulate. I will do my best to fill your shoes as the elder sibling. I will carry your lessons, chase the dreams you helped me see, and most of all, I will live intentionally , just as you would remind me to do. On every adventure I take, you will be with me, because you are the one who taught me the beauty of adventure.
As you rest, know that you will never fade in my mind. Every time I doubt anything, your voice calling me “Nyoks” and saying “utakuwa sawa na kila kitu itakuwa sawa” will be ringing in my mind. You have left the deepest mark on my life . I love you deeply and I will always remember you as the best brother I could have ever asked for and my best friend. I will forever cherish the 25 years I got to live with you in my life.
I pray that you rest in eternal peace. Rest well, Collins.
Linda
Tribute To My Golden Brother Collins
There are no words that can truly capture the depth of what I feel. I want so badly to call you, to tell you how I’ve been, how work is going, how life is unfolding, but I can’t. And that’s the hardest part. I’ll never get to hear your voice again, never get to see your name light up my phone, never hear you say, “Wanjiruuu hey.”
You were more than a brother. You were my mentor, my protector, my biggest cheerleader. From the days you handed me your camera and taught me how to use it, to the nights you stayed with me while I cried, you showed me what it means to love selflessly. Even when you were hurting, you stayed strong for me. You comforted me, guided me, and became the big brother I needed.
You were there through every chapter of my life—visiting me in primary school, taking me to high school and campus, helping me find my first house and now through my career. You didn’t just show up; you stood by me. You helped me understand myself better, and you allowed me to be your little sister in every sense of the word.
My friends knew how much you meant to me. I couldn’t talk about my life without saying, “hata brother yangu.” Because you were always part of my story.
You radiated kindness, generosity, and a spirit of hard work that inspired everyone around you. You followed your passion, built communities, and left a legacy that will never fade. Some people are born to leave footprints for others to follow and you were one of them.
I love you so much, Collins. I always will. The void you’ve left is deep, and I won’t pretend it’s easy. But I’ll carry with me everything you taught me, your perseverance, your empathy, your strength. I’ll live with the lessons you gave me, and I’ll honor your memory by becoming the person you believed I could be all around.
I may never learn to fully say “rest in peace,” but I hope you are surrounded by peace. I hope you’ve found a community up there, just like the ones you built for us here.
You are, and will always be, my golden brother.
Carol
Tribute To Collins
There are some people who leave a mark on your soul simply by being who they are. Weru was one of those rare souls. He carried a quiet strength, the kind that didn’t need to announce itself, but you felt it in the way he listened, the way he cared, and the way he showed up fully in the moment.
He had laughter that could lift the heaviest of days, and a gentleness that reminded you the world still held goodness. To be in his company was to feel both safe and seen. He was lighthearted when the world asked for joy, yet thoughtful and grounding when life felt uncertain.
What I cherished most was his ability to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary. A simple conversation, a shared silence, or an everyday moment became something you held onto because with Weru, nothing ever felt small or forgettable.
Weru’s story continues in the love, laughter, and memories he left behind. I’ll forever cherish you.
Joy Wachira.