Mjura’s journey which started on 17 September 1926 is so decorated that mourning it will be unfair because it needs to be celebrated musically or otherwise.
As at accomplished music teacher, his failing eyes broke his heart as it meant he could not compose nor read music anymore and even after a couple of operations, his sight was never the same.
His son Wati says in his final days, he took great pride and enthusiasm and discussed at great length (or gave lectures) to any visitor who dared open his mouth and asked about music. He talked endlessly about music and his experiences during his work life in London at the BBC, Northern Ireland where he studied music and MBC where he worked most of his life.
Mjura had many compositions that have not been credited to him enough, but the world is not cheated with all levels of pretence as it has in its records the in-depth achievement that Mjura’s career chalked in the local and international musical chronicles.