Cathren Gathoni
In a world that spins so fast and loud,
Where tempers rise and egos crowd,
There walks a man of gentler grace—
A calmer soul, a smiling face.
His name, you ask? It sings like day:
Alfred Lobawoi—bright as May.
A writer first, with ink-stained hands,
He builds new worlds on shifting sands.
He weaves his words with patient care,
Each line a breath of open air.
His voice, a map through tangled news,
A journalist with grounded views.
But more than pen, more than prose or page,
More than facts in the digital age,
It’s who he is that draws you near,
A heart so open, kind, sincere.
He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t fight,
He simply walks with quiet might.
He greets the world with eyes that shine,
A smile that feels like vintage wine—
Soft, warm, and rich with gentle cheer,
He makes you feel you matter here.
And in his laugh, a certain beat,
So friendly, calming, clean, and sweet.
No storm disturbs his easy grace,
No anger finds a lasting place.
He brings no harm, no sharp reply,
Just calm beneath the bluest sky.
He’s fond of joy, of laughter true,
And always shares the best of you.
He listens well and speaks with care,
And carries peace just everywhere.
In crowded rooms or silent halls,
You’ll hear the echo when he calls.
His name means comfort, trust, and light—
He makes the heavy burdens slight.
So this I write, with heart in hand,
For Alfred, whom I proudly stand.
Not just a friend, but more somehow—
A soul I cherish, here and now.
A man of purpose, joy, and art—
With gentle strength and golden heart.
And though the world may never see
The depths of what he means to me,
I hope these words, in simple rhyme,
Will hold his light beyond all time.
Alfred Lobawoi, a name I hold dear,
A writer of wisdom, with vision so clear.
A journalist true, with stories to tell,
He listens, he learns, he captures them well.
With a heart that is clean, and a soul full of light,
He walks through this world never needing to fight.
No anger, no quarrels, no storm in his tone—
Just peace in his voice, and kindness well-known.
He smiles like the sun on a fresh morning breeze,
At ease with the world, and eager to please.
Always so happy, his laughter rings free,
A rhythm of joy, like waves in the sea.
A friend to the many, yet somehow still mine,
With a spirit so friendly, so warm, so divine.
I like him, I do, for reasons so true—
The world is just better when Alfred is you.
By Cathren Gathoni
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