Yesterday after I got off work Jen picked me up and we went out to the memorial service for Mpozi.
There were alot of people there but most of them did not seem sad in anyway. I couldn't really grasp it. Usually at these things people are all sad but not here. I only seen a few people crying and one of them was Jen when we were talking to a close friend of his outside.
Liz was her name, she said she had know Mpozi for along time..she was also a photographer that he had took under his wing.
She told us how soft and gentle he was and how she had never seen him mad no matter what happened. She went on to tell us a story when she had been hangin out with him back in his home town of Phily....she told us how he was working so hard to get all the camera equiptment for his projects together, going to pawn stores and whatever he could find. He was just about complete...he let some guy he didn't know stay ay his apartment one niight because he said he didn't have a place to stay..when Mpozi got up in the morning the man he opened up his house to had stolen all of his newly hard earned camera equiptment.
Liz went on to say that Mpozi did something so shocking that she could not even belive it..The only thing Impozi did was say to her, "Man, I wonder what kind of bad stuff he's going through to have to steal?"
I teared up and so did Jen, it just confirmed that he was a man like no one else we have ever met. I saw stories on how he had always kept canned food in his car for the homeless and how he would do anything for anyone.
Liz said he was kinda like.."Noooo, Noooo, Ohhhhh oookay:)"
The mix of people there was amazing..Hippies to Rasta and everything in between.
He had touched so many people from all over the place...there were people there from all over the country.
His spirit spanned the nation
Clive Law
I have some pics from the memorial to post soon.
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