EULOGY - By Broderick Penn Eulogy
Kendoy Magreggor Penn
March 7, 1975 – September 22, 2005
By Brodrick Penn
People say that the hardest thing one ever has to do is to eulogise a loved one, they lied… its the WORST thing one ever has to do. But my task is made easier by the overwhelming outpouring that my family has had from all of you as exampled by the following tribute – a poem by Kendol’s friends from the roundtable at the admin deli.
At dawn, I saw a cactus bloom.
White, shades of grey and gradually to green.
A flower, hemmed in by spines – on cactus rarely seen.
Unlike the cruel thorns that pierced the Sacred Head,
These spines, like spears, protection bred
From rapacious hands by mischief led.
But vaulting greed’s demonic force
When purposed on its prey,
Will destroy the very best
Before the light of day.
Then palpable on flesh itself,
Dawn’s tears began to flow,
And as each tear-drop wet the ground
A bud began to grow.
They grew and spread,
They grew and spread,
To yonder mound beyond
And in the midst,
A braided head,
Was dancing to a song.
Kendoy Magreggor Penn began dancing to many a song on March 7, 1975. At that time he was Kendol Macgreggor Penn, but for some strange reason he thought Kendoy sound better, so he decided to legally become Kendoy. So don’t get confused we talking about the same person. But, those who knew him well, knew dancing is one of the many things he could do. He would often say to me, dance to the bass Bradiee, not the treble. Whey you learn that in Illinois? Whether he was dancing without music or dancing to the rhythmic and lyrical sounds of his awesome Jam Band, or swaying to the conscious lyrics of his many favorite artists, trying to defy gravity as he stilt walked and danced among the clouds … I know that you will agree that Kendol continues to dance in all our hearts.
No dance has he done though that I most admire, as the one he’s demonstrated throughout our lives. Kendol was the last of three (3) handsome boys born to Aritha Maloney Humphrey and Basil Penn Jr. The last of 4 kids between them and the last of seven (7) siblings born to “Mom” (his mother) and the thirteenth (13) of eighteen (18) siblings born to “Tata” (his father). Yes, Kendol came from a big family and that’s an understatement. And for those of you that don’t understand, Kendol would wish for me to have you make reference to the inside cover of his funeral booklet, section entitled survivors, subsections entitled brother and sisters. Okay, got that? Very large family, certainly the youngest in a number of contexts, yet Kendol overshadowed that entire family – that is the type of dance Kendol was dancing?
Let me digress to the formalities of a Eulogy. Kendol’s achievements were many and you have to understand where Kendol came from to appreciate them. When I think of the size of Kendol’s family and the economic status of Mom who, virtually was single parent; I often marvel at the level to which he progressed. Kendol, like many of us in the East End/Long Look Community completed his primary education at the East End Primary School. To say the least, Kendol had no academic inclinations in primary school. Notwithstanding, he went on the BVI High School from which he graduated in 1993. Kendol began to positively exhibit one of his most distinguishing characteristics – Leadership - in high school when he became a member of student Government and Head Boy. Although Kendol’s leadership abilities were evident from our younger days, back then the only thing he used to lead us in was trouble. Those memories are countless and time would not permit for me to digress, but just ask any of his childhood friends and siblings who was the ring leader.
Upon graduation, Kendol took up employment with the Land Registry Department where I believe he began to mature into a man. Indeed many of his personal attributes grew as a result of his employment with Land registry where he was constantly exposed to a diverse cross section of the BVI public. Kendol spent seven years at Land Registry as a clerical officer, but he didn’t just spend the years there. Kendol impacted the lives of so many people while at Land Registry, from the uninformed local land owners who needed sound but free advice, to the expatriates who needed the same and to the conveyance practitioners who would marvel at the extent of the knowledge of this lowly clerical officer. Kendol’s ambition didn’t sit idly by. In weighing career options, and this is not a well-known fact, Kendol pursued a distance-learning programme in the Real Estate field and became a certified Real Estate Appraiser in October of 2000, shortly before he decided to pursue law as a career. Kendol’s job at land registry was never a job; it was a love affair. I am convicted that Kendol’s early dealings of land matters, and his numerous interaction with the people of the BVI is what ignited and drove his passion for this country.
It is also at the Land Registry that his fervor to pursue law began. He worked patiently at the Land Registry, holding out for the Government’s study leave, just so that he could be able to afford to attend Law School. I recall how elated he was when “Ma” delivered the news that his study leave was approved. As with most of us, Kendol was not well travelled internationally prior to leaving for law school. I recall that he left for his journey to the United Kingdom in October 2000, all by himself, with a bravery that I certainly do not possess and with a goal that he will successfully conquer his most daunting challenge so far, if only because to do so means that he is well on his way to mastering his other goals. I had the pleasure to watch Kendol’s academic competence grow, as often time during his first trimester at school he used to send me his papers for review. But in typical Kendol fashion, as his confidence grew, his dependence on other people lessened. A few papers into the semester he’d begin sending papers “For your information only”, why?, “don’t touch my paper cause I could write better than you now.”
Kendol successfully completed his law programme when he earned a Bachelors of Law degree from the University of West of England in July 2003. He then enrolled in Bar Vocational Course, which he successfully completed in July 2004. He was called to the Bar of England and Wales by the Honourable Society of Lincons Inn. Kendol was admitted to the British Virgin Islands Bar on September 28, 2004. Kendol’s academic goals were far from over, he was hoping to shortly return to the U.K. or U.S. to pursue a Masters of Law degree in International Law. You see, Kendol’s ultimate goal was to appear before the European Court of Justice (on some matter, any matter) and then return to home forever to continue his work as a Patriot and eventually lead this Country as its Chief Minister.
Kendol was much more than his legal and academic achievements – often described as a “fireball in the courtroom”, an “artful examiner”, a “passionate prosecutor”, “spirited and passionate” a young man with unlimited potential. My personal regret is that I’ve never had the opportunity to hear or watch him operate in the courtroom. But believe me, I can only imagine, the boy often had the audacity to take me to task in my field which he didn’t know anything about. Kendol possessed confidence beyond admiration.
The tributes from his colleagues speak for themselves, but I can speak to many other aspects of this almost complete 30 year old man. Kendol was one of the most generous persons I know. I recall that MOM use to give us, (Clavie, Sally, Kendol and me), $10.00 to share when we’d go to East End Primary School fair; and could you believe out of Kendol’s $2.50 he’d always find some gift to bring back home for Mom. For a person that was not financially rich, his generosity is unmatched within my family.
Beyond financial generosity, Kendol was quite generous with his skills, time and expertise. His alacrity to help anyone with anything was equally unmatched by any person I know. He’d often prepare land transfers, charge documents, leases, contracts and a host of other documents for members of the community free at cost. His helping hands were without a call for reciprocity and were never ending. Up to the time of his death Kendol was working on preparing various personal documents for persons, which unfortunately I must now return.
To know Kendol, is to know that he was the epitome of style and fashion. I saw him progress from his days of jeans and silk collarless shirts at Land Registry to his recent days of colours, flair, sophistication and professionalism. Kendol is not one dimensional in his fashion. He is what we call a clothing pimp, his style transcends and invades, but yet is appropriate for whatever forum, whether it is basket ball, horserace, out in the evenings, or at work. I recall that he often was quick to tell any family member or friend when he did not think they were dressed appropriately. He wouldn’t hesitate to say “MOM whey you going in that, you aint look good” or tease one of his friends about their drabby ties or force us to shine our shoes before we could go anywhere with him. When you saw Kendol dressed, you would know that he was different.
With utmost respect for Sanchia, that sense of style and fashion no doubt caused him to be admired by the ladies. And it was not just his style, the boy was the biggest flirt I know. Kendol would flirt with almost every woman that crosses his path, whether is was just to let them know that he appreciated how they carried themselves or whether it was more intentioned, he exuded confidence, skills, and romanticism. He would want to be remembered as a person that appreciated women.
I am sure you will all agree that Kendol was not deterred from any task, no matter how daunting. Kendol had a can do anything attitude which I wish could be inherited by all persons whose lives he touched. Kendol convincingly believed that he could do anything. On the basketball court, Kendol would want to guard the best basketball player, on the beach he believed that he could out swim everyone, (even the old tested veterans who swam several laps of long bay beach every morning), in the gym he believed he could lift more than most and would often do it simply because Jack should not be able to out do him. Kendol would issue challenges to anyone who would heed, try to leap fences that were clearly impossible to leap. Kendol had the most competitive spirit that I ever knew.
He’d sometimes land with a thud, or fail in disgrace but those are lessons he had to learn for himself because Kendol lived by a Latin expression that is very appropriate to his personality “Quod Per Me Non Possum, Nec Per Alium’ – “What I cannot do myself, I cannot do through another.”
I cannot end without expressing Kendol’s undying love for the British Virgin Islands. Kendol was so convicted in what he wished for the BVI that often times he spoke out loudly against things that he believed that were not just and proper within the Country. He and I often shared the same frustrations and had had countless discussions of what could be done to fix it. You see, Kendol believed that he could save the BVI if not the world. The obvious solution - politics, he often chided me that he would run at large cause I couldn’t win any election at large and he’d leave me to run in the district so that we can both make a difference. But even without his involvement in politics, Kendol, changed and shaped this country with every simple instance of generosity, and patriotism that he engaged. I dare say he was truly a man of the soil and a Patriot in the making.
I have a sincere wish which I hope to couple with an incessant drive; and that is, to ensure that Kendol’s death is not in vain. I therefore wish for the entire BVI community to embrace what Kendol stood for, we must make our voices as loud as his, we must unite against the darkness that our country is falling into, we must stop our country from spiraling out of control, we must ensure that the perpetrators of heinous crimes are removed from among peaceful, law abiding and good moralistic residents and BVI Islanders. If only for Kendol’s sake, we must save our country, and I know that would be the song to which he will wish us to dance.
Although instructed by Kendol, I may not have quite got dancing to the bass as opposed to the treble down pact, but I am confident that we all have had the time of our lives watching the dances of his life, which he performed so magnificently in his short 30 years.
One of Kendol’s close friends said it best in her tribute and I feel compelled to take poetic liberty to sum up his impact on our lives using her words:-
“Put together, our tributes understate the fortitude of his character, the generosity of his spirit, the strength of his ambitions, the wonder of his dreams, the infectiousness of his mirth, the simplicity of his persona, the pragmatism of his mind, the romanticism of his aspirations, the promise of his life, the kindness of his heart, his appreciation of his past and his embrace of the future. Because he is the superlative of each of these, we had to share him with Mother Earth...now the wind exults in him, eternity celebrates him, the world applauds him and we miss you, Ubiquitous Strong Root. Thank you for making all our lives a little easier, our smiles broader, our friendships kinder and our obstacles smaller.
Rest with God - our son, brother, lover and friend as we carry on with you in our hearts forever.
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