#SAD! Daughter Of The Late Nzaumba “Sensei Mugo” Was Involved In A Serious Accident 💔 for their quick reaction to save lives!!!🚴🏽♀️
Farewell, Sensei Mugove — Our Legend, Our Brother, Our Coach
The legend is gone.
Sensei Mugove.
A friend.
A brother.
A coach.
A humble giant.
A motivator with hands of steel and a heart of gold.
I’m still struggling to believe it. When I first heard the news on Saturday, I said, “No ways!” I even texted him on WhatsApp — hoping he’d reply and prove it was just another bad rumor. But silence came instead. A painful, heavy silence.
You see, this wasn’t just a trainer. This was a man who poured himself into others. Who told me, when I was down and almost gave up, “Jerry, never give up. You're destined for greatness.”
And just recently, his last words to me were:
“Jerry, I see what you’re doing. Keep it up.”
Those words meant the world to me. He saw me. He encouraged me. He lifted me. And now... he’s gone.
A Voice You Believed in Before the World Did
I still remember my early days of public speaking.
Some would mock me and say, “Jerry is speaking in Shonglish.”
They laughed.
But you, Sensei, never did.
You said,
“Continue pushing. Don’t listen to cowards. Speak your truth.”
You believed in my voice when it was still trembling.
You stood by me when the audience didn’t.
Now look — I’m working with big brands, training executives, and writing books.
But through it all, your words still echo: “Keep going.”
And I will.
A Final Training Session We’ll Never Forget
We last met at Borrowdale Profitness Centre.
You trained us hard that day, like you always did.
You pushed us to lift more, sweat more, and believe more.
We didn’t know it was goodbye.
But in your honour, we will keep lifting iron.
We will keep flying those kicks.
We will train with fire — because our hero trained us with heart.
A National Hero in His Own Right
Sensei was God-fearing. He prayed more than some pastors I know. Always smiling. Always lifting. Always training — not just bodies, but minds and spirits. He trained champions, yes. But more than that, he trained character.
To my brother Lawson, this pain is heavy.
We won’t cry as people without hope — ngatichemei tinetariro.
But allow us this moment to feel the pain.
To scream a little.
To ask the “Why?” even when we know the heavens sometimes take the best too soon.
To the Government of Zimbabwe — Please, Let’s Act Now
This is not the first hero we’ve lost to the roads. But God forbid, if we don’t act, it won’t be the last.
The roads are killing our champions.
I beg you:
Bring back speed cameras.
Enforce stricter speed limits.
Make Borrowdale Road safe again.
Honestly, I don’t know how much speed cameras cost — but I do know how much a life is worth. And I can promise you, it’s worth more than a pole and a lens.
In Lusaka — my second home — you can’t even sneeze at 70km/hr without a fine waiting for you. At night, during the day, anytime — speed cameras are watching. And guess what? People slow down. Lives are preserved.
But here?
People are flying past the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe at 140km/hr like they’re late to their own funerals.
This is madness.
This is negligence.
This is preventable.
Rest in Peace, Sensei Mugove
You’ve left a void we can’t fill.
A dojo that won’t echo the same without you.
A WhatsApp chat that won’t ping again.
But you’ve also left a legacy — in all of us you coached, inspired, and believed in.
You died as you lived: disciplined, determined, and deeply loved.
Borrowdale Road may have taken your body… but it will never steal your spirit.
Rest easy, Sensei.
Your students will carry the torch.
Your words will live on.
Your legacy will punch harder than ever. #ripsenseimugo
