Yesterday, our family lost a light so bright it could never truly be extinguished. My sister, Yula Kajune Munyao, was more than a sibling—she was the grandmother of our family, a guiding force of love, joy, and connection. Today, as I write this, I feel the warmth of her presence in every memory, every story, and every smile she left behind.

Yula was the heart of our family and my dad’s best friend and confidant. If we ever needed anything from him, Yula was the one we turned to. She had a special way of communicating with him—calm, loving, and effective—that could make anything happen. She was the glue that held us all together, the first to step up when help was needed, and a constant source of unwavering support for everyone in the family.

Her home was filled with love, a reflection of the deep connections she nurtured. Pictures of family adorned her walls and shelves—especially of her nieces and nephews, who adored her endlessly. Yula had a unique ability to make each of them feel special. She played with them, laughed with them, and created moments they will treasure forever. Her love for them was evident, and their love for her was equally deep. Our family cherished every moment we shared with her, holding tightly to the joy and warmth she brought into our lives.

Yula’s generosity was boundless and selfless. She treated her friends and cousins to drinks using her Sarova discount, often putting others’ joy above her own financial needs. Even when money was tight, she gave without hesitation, never complaining. She would buy thoughtful gifts “just because,” cover bills for those in need, and offer her time and energy freely. Yula didn’t give out of obligation; she gave out of love, making everyone she touched feel valued and seen.

Her friends, coworkers, and everyone she met felt the same way about her. At Sarova, her colleagues described her as the best coworker and friend anyone could ask for. On a trip to Sarova Lion Hill, I witnessed how deeply she was loved and respected by her work family. The messages I’ve received since her passing echo the same sentiment: people who met Yula—even briefly—carry cherished memories of her beautiful heart.

Yula was a celebrator of life. One of her favorite phrases, “Yay,” was her way of acknowledging joy, celebrating the little things, and lifting the spirits of those around her. I’ve turned it into “You Are Yula (YAY)” as a call to all of us to channel the goodness she embodied. Let’s live with her kindness, generosity, and infectious joy, celebrating life as she did.

“We Are Yula” (WAY) is not just a title—it’s a legacy. It’s a reminder to live freely and openly, to love without limits, to laugh without restraint, and to give without hesitation, just as she did. Yula’s love for Land Rover Defenders brought us countless conversations, and every Defender I see now will remind me of her passion and the bond we shared.

To my sister, Yula Kajune Munyao: You are forever in my heart. I miss you endlessly and will carry your spirit with me always. Your light will guide me as I strive to live as generously, lovingly, and joyfully as you did.

We Are Yula. You Are Yula. YAY.

With all my love,

Zikki

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