25/01/2026
Shadrack Rurwangwa
I called you Daddy
not by blood,
but by the way you stood tall for us all.
The eldest in wisdom,
a friend, a big brother,
a father God placed gently in my life
for a reason only heaven fully knew.
We came from different worlds,
different stories, different paths,
yet God stitched us together with purpose.
What He joined, love made family.
When you led worship,
hearts leaned in.
No one wanted to miss the moment
you took the mic—
because you didn’t just sing,
you poured out your soul.
Energy like fire,
love like a river,
passion wrapped in creativity—
heaven always felt closer when you sang.
After church,
I would pass by your workshop,
hoping—believing—I would see you.
Even when friends offered me a lift,
I chose to walk,
just for the chance of finding you there.
All of it felt so ordinary then,
yet it was love in motion.
When I failed to meet you,
I sent messages yesterday,
waiting for your reply.
There was only silence—
and then the news
that shattered my heart.
You were no more.
😭
We talked for hours about service and purpose,
often at my house,
connecting spirit to spirit.
Your counsel, your laughter, your prayers—
treasures time cannot erase.
I learned so much from you, Daddy,
through joy and through pain.
Through good days and hard ones,
we stood together.
Those moments live in me now,
forever cherished.
You remain in my heart,
and in your absence,
I feel like an orphan.
Your siblings,your children,
the worship team,
the church,
family and friends
we all feel the ache of missing you.
Until we meet again, Daddy,
may angels receive you with celebration.
You fought the good fight.
You finished your race
faithful to the line God set before you.
Rest well.
Your song still echoes.
