*In Loving Memory of Pa Ndambi Paul* Pa Paul, From the moment you greeted us with “Your Highness,” we knew we were in the presence of someone special. You had a way of making everyone feel seen, respected, and a little lighter whatever the climate was. You were a teacher by nature . You never gave advice straight. First came the joke — that laugh that filled the room — and right after, the wisdom would land, and and you’d be nodding like, “You see, Your Highness…” We’ll never forget that rhythm of yours. You were a father to me, not just by title, but by how you cared. You opened your home and your counsel without keeping score. You showed us dignity, responsibility, and how to carry family with honor, even on hard days. The teaching and social environments you worked in were better because you were there. And our lives are better because you were in them. Thank you, Papa Paul, for the jokes, the “Your Highness” greetings, and the advice that still echoes. We’ll keep your lessons alive in how we love, how we listen, and how we show up for each other. For Sure you may never physically respond to our calls again as 'Mr Paul as we'd fondly call from time to time but, I know that in your new higher vibration status your name shall remain on the fields of our minds all through. Rest well, Your Highness. You are deeply missed, deeply loved, and forever remembered.