Lily made people laugh all her life. Discerning and a thinker. Zambian, from Lusaka. She knew how to have her fun. 

  Her friends only took from her . Even on her last birthday she said NO ONE had given her anything. She always gave.

  The life and soul departed because unappreciated.

  A beauty that came alive as she spoke and interacted with us... She was "ok" as she said when comparing herself with others, yet in a dreadful irony she seemed beyond compare in death.

  A wild spirit but good through and through.

  As her friend Chinfunbuela said , 'She was real'.

  Her death made all who knew her feel unworthy of living. A bright spark that eventually petered out in an ungrateful environment and community of friends.

  The last few years of her life were mixed with hope and despair as i (her future husband and best of friends) tried to make sense of my own lack of self worth in the UK as i chased confirmation as a musician and composer. How long should we wait ?

   'We only need a little bit...' she said.

    I know of no wiser sentence but she is no longer alive for me to benefit from sharing that knowledge with her.

  Her death and lack of fulfillment in life is a matter of shame to me.

  I honour her the rest of my life.

  It has been hard to write these words.

  All Blessings and love to you Lily.

    Love Marcus