We miss you; Will always miss you. You are and were a bright shining star in our lives. Pamoja Tutashinda my brother

Truly a committed brother who touched many lives including mine. My condolences to his family.

Col. Kwesi was a remarkable man. There are no words to describe the impact he has made on our lives!

It was a pleasure knowing ypu.

Col. Kwesi, I love you, you are the quintessential "Man for all seasons". Your ever-present smile and warm heart has touched so many soul to soul, you touched my heart. Thank You! Give Osakwe a 'special holla' for me; the two of you are from the same season for the same reason, Your love is 'UNFORGETTABLE'! Always Respect, Always Love, Hanifa

One of my blessing is that I shared a birthday ( August 27) with the Colonel. He was one of the finest most genuine men I have met . Thank you Omoawale for creating this site.

Sympathy to your family. You always said your roots was here and you felt at peace when you came home. Your friends will miss you and regret they couldn't say their farewell to you. Denise will miss you deeply, we look forward to seeing you soon during the resurrection.

Our young brothers need more Kwesi's in their lives. Things would change for our people.

We will truly miss you. That smile and friendly hello. You have shined on all of us. We will take keep of your family for sure. I love you and as long as you are in my heart you live. Your Maccabee sister and a true friend

Kwesi, I know I already signed your guest book, but it is time for me to go back to Detroit for our annual family dinner that my mother started over 16 years ago. I'm gonna miss you being at the dinner. I just had to say that. We're all going to miss your cryptic jokes and wry humor. But most of all we're gonne miss your love.

If it wasnâ??t for Kwesi I would not have been a Master Plumber let alone the nationâ??s youngest black one at the time. At the time of my exam I was going through a broken marriage and the white plumbers union that I was part of was taking bets and discouraging me that I couldnâ??t make it. I was supposed to be failed for general principles because of experience and youth. I told Kwesi that this was just too much for me at the time, the timing wasnâ??t right, and that I couldnâ??t concentrate and ainâ??t nobody did nothing like that anyway. Kwesi told me in a few words that me passing that state test wasnâ??t about white people or my marriage. It wasnâ??t about me. It was about being black, shedding black inferiority, God chosen people, and that God chose me to do that that I was suppose to do because of the position I was in. The rest was history. Me, Master Plumber, 25years old. Gaidi

Kwesi, I donâ??t think Iâ??ll ever come to grips that youâ??ve gone to the other side. Itâ??s too soon and weâ??ve got so much unfinished business that only your wit and intelligence could orchestrate; only your incite and dedication could monitor; only your presence and motivation could finish, with us, Imjimia. With you gone weâ??ve got a limp in our step now, but what we did and shared with you as our leader, if I had to do it all over again with you up front, Iâ??d do it all again by your side, step by step, tit for tat. Gaidi

Col. Kwesi had a smile that always warmed your heart. i dont care how you were feeling when he smiled, you knew everything was going to be alright. I had the honor of seeing him when he came to Beulah Land he and Kehinde had so many ideas, he smiled all the while he was here he was in awe about Beulah Land I will truly miss him.

Kwesi was my best friend. I do not have many best friends, male or female, although I have family members and friends whom I love that are important in my life. But Kwesi was my best friend. Truly a friend to my whole family: my late departed husband Capt. Karega's best friend and very much like a father to my grandson, Zizwe Hackel, who began working for him and traveling with him when he was only 8 years old. I honestly do not know anyone with more love and empathy for people in general than Col. Kwesi Kariuki. I only wish we could have learned to be as loving, committed and magnanimous as he tried to teach us to be by the example of his hard working, yet compassionate and unassuming nature. I know he is in a very good place now, looking down on us and continuing to love and protect us. Nefertiti, Quyen and Little Kwesi: Winter, spring, summer and fall, All you have to do is call And we'll always be there for you You've got some friends.

We go back many years in 1974 when we, the College Cadre #4 of Atlanta were helping him and the Injimia Cadre turn the old segregated Gordon Theater into the Shrine of the Black Madonna No. 9. We woke up many early mornings on Saturdays for Kazi and even came out during the week during our off-times between classes to work hard - hauling dirt, leveling the floor, hauling big machines, inhaling and exhaling dust, climbing scaffolds, rescuing Ashaki from her diabetic seizure (I am diabetic myself), Sgt. Eusi saying, "You can't be afraid of this black stuff," seeing artists (the late) John Riddle and Amos Johnson paint the murels, Abasi finding a few snakes in the grass behind the building, the scent of the heaters, being in there during the winter when there was no heat, listening to the sounds of Gil Scott-Heron and Minnie Ripperton at the Residence Hall, getting a few aches and pains, and so on. I will always remember those in the Injimia Cadre with him at the time - Ade (who resembled Curtis Mayfield and Hank Aaron at the same time), Hodari, Kehinde, Capt. Karega, Guidi (the plumber), Changa, and Orinde. I remember talking to Orinde asking him about his college experience. I asked him why he dropped out. He said, "D.B.I." I thought he meant that he transferred to the Detroit Business Institute. Then later I learned that D.B.I. meant declaration of black inferiority. When we were inside of the top ceiling, Col. Kwesi instructed us (those who wanted to) to crawl on the beams; otherwise we would end up on the floor. And I will always remember when we had the College Cadre from Cleveland come to spend a weekend with us. It took ten or so of us brothers to haul a generator that weighed a few tons down the fire escape. That wore us out. Col. Kwesi will certainly be missed. He was a real nation builder - literally. He had a sense of humor that kept all of us working and fellowshipping. The whole Cadre was great, a true example of nation building.

greatings brothers and sisters, my name is Lloyd my farther is Lloyd A.K.A changa, I have know Kwesi most of my life. althought kweis was turely a different kind of guy he gave me alot of food for thought, one thing I would like to share is the how, he broke it down for me as honest, open mind and willing. I have always believed that if I was an honest man with an open mind and willing to do my best I would be a man

RIP my friend, I thank god that I had the pleasure of meeting you, If it was`nt for you, I would`nt know how to do the things, like roofing, and carpentry. I will miss my friend, but when I look into the sky and see that bright light shining on me, I`ll know its my friend.

He was a true friend and a gentle-man. I remember him taking the young brothers in hand in Houston, and teaching them how to wrk, and how to approach manhood. My son, Kanye, was one of them. I thank him from the bottom of my heart for being his mentor.

Oh! Two brothers that were very much a part of the Imjimia Cadre, both of whom preceded Kwesi in death, are brothers Macharia (Dwight Dandridge) and Kala Taha. May these brothers also be remembered and their names called out when libations are poured.

Kwesi and Nefertiti and I go all the way back to the early days of the student movement of the Shrine. Many people don't know that at the beginning, Kwesi and I were the totality of the original "Kusanya Watu" committee. That was probably around 1970! He will truly be missed. Kwesi (or K-waazy, as I liked to call him) was one of my closest male friends in life! Condolences to Nefertiti, Q-T and Kwesi Jr.