Allow me to express my heartfelt condolences and give this complimentary ode to the bereaved family, comrades, friends and all touched persons from all corners of the world.
I am doing this on behalf of my fellow educators in the country, who have always loved and appreciated the great trek that Dr Iyambo sailed through our education system.
Dr Iyambo has inspired many Namibians that love education and his legacy will be remembered for decades and decades to come.
There was a man who saw opportune in storm of crisis in our system, and he did something about it. With him for once we had someone that dearly wanted to transform a department which many deemed non-transformable.
He wanted to reduce teachers’ administration burden, and replace it with maximum tome on academic focus. So, that the Namibian child can for once receive free and quality education they deserve. There in him was a martyr who could go to the furthest limit to bring change that we so desire.
He would take conjugal visit unannounced, despite the hollow cry of many lazy-boned managers, he who read an SMS and did something about it the next hour or morning in haste of passion.
Meaning, he had a listening ear, and a consultancy attitude. He would conferred with stakeholders somewhere in Windhoek to gauge collective views on how to transform education, and go on to implement his action the next year.
He had a remedy to a chronic which many of us struggle to shake off, the implementation flu, that leave action plan collecting dust in our shelves.
His hands were filled with implementation guts that become his daily song to deliver, deliver and deliver.
Free as the wind was he, like a soaring kite was he. We were led by the path we took, while he carved a path of his own in the woods filled with hungry wolves. Stumbling, rising, carefree he walked in sickness and health was he. We fretted about the marrow, which he simply revealed today, living each moment to the fullest.
Where did he come from? As he touched our hearts and vanished into thin air, like the morning sunshine and a rolling stone that gathered no moss of tolerance of sluggish. Where did he go? In scorching sun, he was like a patch of shade to many educators, managers and learners, in fact all stakeholders. In an endless desert, like an oasis was he. On a bruised heart, like soothing balm was Dr. Iyambo to us. Afraid we stayed confined in the well of coyness, couldn’t easily side with him in openness. Fearless, he frolicked in the river full of temptations, never hesitating to swim against the tide. He wandered lonesome as a cloud, yet he was out dearest friend, brother and son of the soil, where did he go, let us find him…
Hamba kahle Dr. Iyambo……
Educator in Omuthiya Circuit-Oshikoto Region