Ken was well known,
Ouko was loved,
Ken, when he walked into class, his scent, an expensive perfume would have filled the hall beforehand,
He straddled confidently,
With a permanent smile,
A smile of knowing, of years of experience,
He looked younger than his age.
His voice would fill the whole 844 MPH hall,
His laughter, magnetic!
He wasn’t a fan of standing in one place lecturing,
He would pace everywhere…
at the back, middle, front, side and another side.
His lectures are unforgettable,
He was well-dressed, engaging, succinct, full of life.
Rest in power Ken Ouko