By CHRIS HAWAIEMBU BAIS NATURE stood firm as we assembled at 6am on Monday (March 1), the National Anthem was sung for the first time in a while with sincerity and pride, tears flowing steadily in everyone’s cheeks, it was solemn. Crowd grew larger as Town Centre came closer, the NBC road normally without people was full to capacity as your old and young people marched in sorrow to their pride, their mountain of strength, wailing and weeping as they passed your house, as the house itself is empty , we are empty inside. Nature threw cloud over us the entire walk, as your long history is repeated in my short words, your people listened with complete silence. The Post office front resembling your dream of Independence was my preferred choice to gather. Oh my Tunga (grandfather/father), your decision to come back home gives us peace, a peace we can only be comforted with, knowing you will be with us at home.