Sydney's Songbirds

Beverley de Rosario, Silroy Thomas, Dinham Suhood, Leela Pacheco, Mary-Ann Morrell, Gloria Vaz, Marilyn Thomas, Alfred Vaz, Nyrelle Duncan, Mona Dias, Pax Crowe, Doug Gerke, Bart Pacheco  (seated), Joe Menezes (absent).



The "Songbirds" was started out by a very accomplished lady pianist, who played the piano at a Nursing Home - she invited a few of us to sing - there were only 3 singers then! Now the current Songbirds' group comprises of 14 volunteer singers/musicians, mainly retired (5 men and 8 women) who are all from diverse backgrounds. They would like to give back to the community in some way through entertainment and to bring some happiness and self-satisfaction not only to themselves, but as well as to the older generation of the nursing homes.
For the past approximately 14 years the Group has been singing on the second and fourth Tuesdays of each month at two Aged Care Nursing Homes and despite the distances some have to travel, they consider this contribution a de-stressor too! It has a Nonagenarian musician, who played professionally many years ago and is an accomplished pianist - he is also quite adept with playing the saxophone and clarinet. We have two other exceptionally talented pianists, one of whom is also our Maestro and the other an Octogenarian. A couple of the singers come from musical backgrounds and able to sing both Alto and Soprano.
This group has been well received by the residents of the two nursing homes where we sing and they look forward to the days we come to entertain them. This has been the response not only from some of the residents but also the nursing home directors. The expression of joy in each of their faces is enough motivation to keep us going. Seeing the frail aged residents respond with a tune and a smile as we provide enjoyment and diversion from their everyday routine, encourages us to give a little more through music stimulation and social interaction, musical appreciation, recall, reminiscing and songs of their youth which is also special to us all.
During the Christmas Festive season, the group sings the usual Christmas songs and dress the part of wearing red and white with Christmassy hats and such like attire.
The repertoire of the Songbirds is mixed as many of the older aged care generation have hailed from the UK or Ireland – we sing songs which they can reminisce of the youth or an era they know well, like songs of Frank Sinatra, old wartime songs, musical theatre numbers and even modern songs from the Beatles! We of course include well known Australian folk songs.
We have now combined this with singing songs from the popular Cabarets and Show stoppers which is well received, as each aged person is given a copy of the songs for them to participate in. Their enthusiasm is infectious and we are at times tempted to get up and dance!!
Music is the door to our Souls!




Effie Antao, great footballer!



Effie Antao

In Memoriam


MANUEL ‘EFFIE’ ANTAO
Born 21/01/1934 Mombasa
Died 5/10/2017 Sydney Australia


Another former Liverpool and Mombasa representative player, Manuel “Effie” Antao has passed away in Sydney in Australia. In the 1960s and 1070s heyday of Mombasa football, Effie Antao was one of the most respected centre-halves in the country. He played the bulk of his soccer for Liverpool but also represented Goan Institute Mombasa and the Mombasa District.
He was a very a strong man and one of the toughest players to play against. He stood his ground and never gave way to any player. He was also very nimble on his feet for a big man. Perhaps the most outstanding characteristic about this much loved football star was that he had one of the hardest kicks anywhere in East Africa. There were man goal post net that looked a sorry site with holes punctured in their by Effie’s powerful free kicks.
As tough as he was, he also had a twinkle in eye and was always game for a joke or two.
His other love in those early days was tinkering in car engines. He eventually turned this interest into a full time job and was one of the most sought after mechanics at the Coast. His fame as a mechanic followed him to Sydney Australia when he migrated there. There used to be a regular queue of friends waiting to have their cars fixed outside Effie’s home in Sydney’s West, Toongabbie.
His favourite car in Mombasa was an old Morris.

His famous cousin Seraphino Antao used to play football with Effie and others. On one occasion, Effie asked Seraphino if he would like to take part in an East African Railways & Harbours athletics meeting in 1956. Seraphino worked for the Landing and Shipping company which had some association with the Harbour activities. Effie took part in Shot Put.
Seraphino ran barefoot and did well. This was the start of his athletic career so a lot of credit to Effie.
Also, apart from football,  Effie was a hockey player, a captain of Mombasa Goan School ex-students team.

He also enjoyed a game of snooker at the Blacktown Workers Club or at his “local” the Toongabbie Sport and Bowling Club where his wake will be held after the burial on Friday, October 13.


Mass Friday 13 October 2017 at 11.00 am
St.Anthony's Church
27-33 Aurelia Street
Toongabbie NSW 2146
Australia

Followed by

Burial Friday 13 October 2017
Pine Grove Memorial Park
Kington Street
Garden of Calvary
7, Minchinbury NSW.

Effie was pre-deceased by his wife Linda. He is survived by his daughter Evelyn (Graham Irving) and grandchildren Charlotte and James, by his sister Philo (Rex D’Souza) brother Elvino (Elisa)  and several nephews and nieces.

Condolences to Evelyn Irving evvve@hotmail.com




Just pals … Pascoal Antao, Eddie Rodrigues, Seraphino Antao, Diogo Pinto, Effie Antao

The late Effie Antao had a great love of motor cars, so much so that he became a motor mechanic. In Sydney Australia his favourite car was the mighty Kingswood.
Just pals … Pascoal Antao, Eddie Rodrigues, Seraphino Antao, Diogo Pinto, Effie Antao

Salcete village team: On the ground: Gonzac Fernandes, Martin Gonsalves
Second row: Jack Fernandes, Effie Antao, Bernard D’Souza, Joe Gonsalves, Joe D’Costa

Standing: Rui Mergulaun, Seraphino Antao,  (?) (?) Pascoal Antao

Martin Gonsalves who lived in Sweden also died on the same day as his friend Effie

An excerpt from my book A Goan dance going around














Cheek-to-cheek at a Goan dance in East Africa

CYPRIAN FERNANDES: A Goan dance

A Goan Dance

Here is classic description of a Goan dance in any East African town back in the early days when most of us in our 70s & 80s were young adults.
It is an excerpt from Peter Nazareth’s “fictional” In a Brown Mantle. I use the quote marks because the book appears to be thinly disguised as Nazareth’s once temporary homeland Uganda:

A dance in a Goan institute used to be rather formal. The dance usually starts at 9 pm, which means that the band starts playing at around 9:30 pm and couples start drifting in at a quarter-to-ten ( Cyprian: Goans were genetically such awful time keepers that allowed themselves the luxury of naming their own time: Goan time which was usually 60 or 70 minutes after the appointed hour).

The people are semi-formally dressed in attractive dresses or suits. The couples sit on chairs placed around the dance floor or around small tables (In Nairobi, it was just chairs around the dance floor). If they sat around the dance floor, the men usually vanished to the bar. They then hold their drinks and watch from the sidelines until somebody gathers up the nerve to commence dancing.

(Cyprian: Watching from the back of the hall is also another tribe of Goan men, young Goan men. The wannabe Romeos, the love-sick scaredy cats, and the not-so-drunk showing off an imaginary plumage but not girls worthy of respect are likely to engage them. The peacock plumages’ lair at the back is also home to the “tough guy” lovers who only dance the midnight special (usually cheek-to-cheek in the dim light) and last dance which is reserved for that special girl.)

Then the men go up to the ladies of their choice (they dance with their wives first) (Cyprian: a duty dance) and say: “May I have the next dance, please?” The reply is usually “Yes” in which case they go round the floor in varying degrees of happiness.  (Not Fortunato D’Mello, who never took dancing lessons. When I asked him why, he said that he once counted the number of times a couple went round the dance floor. He then estimated the length and breadth of the floor. After which, he calculated that a couple moved 17 miles (27 km) round the floor during that dance. “All that distance and they got nowhere,” he said)

The band plays a set of three pieces – say three quicksteps. Each piece lasts for three or four minutes. The band takes a break and the two return to their seats, the man saying “thank you very much” and “may I get you a drink”.

The next dance starts – a set of three foxtrots.  And the dancing starts.  Three waltzes.  A break.  A set of three rhumbas. Break. Three jive/soul. Break. A mild of set of African dance songs. Break.

There is no eroticism in Goan dances. Rather, whatever eroticism exists is submerged and can only be detected when a wolf-like Joaquim D’Costa is dancing with a long-haired married lady. And there is no break in the civilised behaviour, except for the inevitable fight around the bar, which ends by somebody bringing the warring parties together over a drink or somebody being thrown out.

A lot of my friends loved the Italian Cha Cha Cha which made me chuckle. Some were very special at dancing the waltz, others invented their own version of the dance. There was one guy who took his partner round the hall almost as if he was driving in a Grand Prix. Naturally, everyone kept out of his way. The Swahili international hit,  Malaika (angel) first recorded by its writer Fadhili William was high on the hits list for the Midnight Special or the Last Dance. The Midnight Special was also famous for traditional Goan dances like the mandos  and something British called The Lancets (?), aped from the British in India (I think). We locked arms and sang those ole time ole English favourites .... She'll be coming round the mountain ... and dozens of others. Remember the Hokey Pokey ... you put your left leg in ...? And the Conga Line after rocking in the New Year? We loved everyone ... and,  of course, Auld langsyne to bring in the New Year. As the years went by Rock 'n' Roll, the Twist, African-American soul and West Indian reggae began to dominate. Rowland Rebello was perhaps the finest exponent of the jive and the twist. Goans did not take to the jive too quickly but eventually most people were doing it. The samba and the rumba were a lot of fun. The rumba often lent itself to be a favourite of mine but I loved the jive (rock 'n' roll) and the soul hits the most. 

Then, of course, there was the "tag" or "tap" dance in which the men were allowed to cut in on a couple mid-dance by tapping on the shoulder of the male partner. This dance proved handy if you were shy of actually going up to her and asking her to dance while she sat with her parents. It was also useful to cut out any potential suitors by having your army of friends not allowing more than a step or two for the intruder. The "ladies' special" allowed the girls a chance to ask the man of their choice, sometimes announcing in public who they fancied or who was courting them. Others played it safe by dancing with a brother or father.

The other critical element in the social development of young Goans in East Africa were sports visits  from one city to another. The sports contests were ferocious to say the least but all that tough love on the field sometimes turned to good love on the dance floor as new friendships were made and new loves were found. The sports visit was a high point in the social calendar of both the hosts and the visitors.

The dance, especially at Valentine's (usually a masked ball) in February, Bachelors and Spinsters, Leap Year Ball, Easter, Christmas and New Year’s Eve, as well as the day occasions (the “hops”) played a central role in the social evolution of young Goans. Only the "best" people attended the dances as the ticket prices were reasonably high to keep the "riff-raff"out.

Dress was formal: men wore lounge suits and girls were in dresses. At Christmas or the New Year's Eve Ball, men wore their best suits or black dinner jackets. A few brought their prized  white shark skin tuxedos out of the moth balls. The women wore glorious full-length gowns and were at their stunning best. It was also usual for girls to wear a new dress at every dance which they sewed themselves or a neighbour obliged for a small fee. Some families used the same tailor throughout out his life or their lives.


As the traditional arranged marriage (usually with someone in Goa and later with someone in the African country where you lived) continued to be erased from the Goan ethos, it was left up to the Goan social clubs to cater for the young to take the embryonic steps towards the mating game. It is here the besotted finally got a chance to get real and personal with the girl of their current dreams (but not too close, the eagle-eyed parents kept a sharp look-out and (in the very early days) it was not uncommon for a parent to come on to the dance floor and insist on a more respectable distance between the two dancers. However, it was not long before young Goans were dancing cheek-to-cheek, or the girl resting her head on the boy’s shoulder, sometimes rather awkwardly. That’s it. If you liked the girl so much, you may have had one duty dance with her mother or her sister and then you danced every other dance with her. If you were brave enough, you sat with the family. If you were virtually one step away from the engagement ring, you held sweaty hands for the rest of the night and everyone in the hall knew who was going get married next. The dance was also the scene of many a heart break as a partner was dumped for another or chose to play the field.

The most important dances were midnight special and the last dance. Dancing cheek-to-cheek under very dim lights, or no lights, a special guy saved this dance for a special girl or the best choice for the night. Some of these cheek-to-cheek encounters did result in happy and long-lasting relationships. At the Railway Goan Institute, most couples tried to hog one of the three or four ceiling fans, dumped the tradition dance steps that they had learned from the Bonny Rodrigues School of Dancing and opted for a kind of sweet soul, slow, slow gyration, virtually in the one spot. Heaven, if you were that special girl

It was also unforgivable for a girl to ask a boy to dance (except, of course, once a night in the ladies special). “Decent girls don’t do things like that”. “Decent girls don’t throw themselves at a boy”. “What will he think of you?” Once in a blue moon, if you were mooning in on other people’s conversations, you might hear: Why did you dance with her (or him). In the case of “her” it was because she was just a friend. In the case of “him” it was because he asked for the dance.

Now and again, the father of the girl (after having his elbow well and twisted by both daughter and wife) would approach the boy say to him: “You should come and visit us sometimes.” The boy would be there the next day, for a little while. If that did not happen he would be circling the house desperately trying to catch a glimpse or miraculously crash into her as she ran an errand for her mother. A few would even have their secret meeting places.

When you were invited to a home, on the rare occasion, you were asked to bring your university degree, your Post Office (on bank) savings book or evidence of your potential as an ideal suitor. Some boys never took up the invitation because the mother or the father frightened the daylights out of them. In later life, some lived to regret that but others dined on the experience as an after-dinner joke.

The progression, of course, (in Nairobi at least) was a date to the movies (20th Century or Kenya Cinema) or faluda and samosas at Keby’s, ice cream at the various joints. Much later into the relationship, it was coffee out at Embakasi Airport or a smooch-in at a friend’s place or in a parked car outside her home or the grounds of the club. No physical sins were committed. Sins of thought are another matter. Then, there were those wonderful picnics in the back of a truck or in a convoy of cars. Lots of games, lots of singing and music and lots of “getting closer to her or him (or the partner for the day)”.

I am sure my readers will decorate this piece with your own wonderful experiences in Mombasa, Nakuru, Kisumu, Eldoret, Kericho, Kampala, Dar-es-Salaam, Tanga, Arusha, Kampala, Jinja, Entebbe, or anywhere else in the world.

I met the girl of my dreams, my late wife, at the Railway Goan Institute.

Like a lot of my contemporary friends, I loved the Goan dances


Europe, Africa ...over my shoulder




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7 hrs · 
I have walked quietly into the abyss ... and, I have, just as quietly walked out.
I have seen hints of heaven, but have remained outside looking in.
I have seen the faces of angels: AA AA AA, have been charmed, allowed myself
to be enslaved by the power of the greatest glory of the innocence of children.
I have been dazzled beyond description by the creation of man.
My mind, my heart and my soul has been lost by the destruction of man of glory.
I stand confused by the creation of man in the name of God, only to become the ashes of wrath.
I have gazed upon new realities, marveled at truths I had not imagined, yet not become their prisoner.
I have greeted each glorious sunrise and each glorious sunset with with a celebration in my heart that soared beyond the universe, for such is the gift of life.
I met many, many strangers ... and we talked, talked and talked and shared, shared yet again ... and I have known what it is to be a child again, eyes wide open, my head the largest globe of admiration and, like the first space conqueror, been where no man has been before.
I have feasted on knowledge I knew not existed and I have been both a stranger, an interloper of sorts, and I have probed, inquisited and questioned beyond the borders of seeking answers to questions.
Most of all I have looked into each moment and have found a beautiful experience, happiness, satisfaction, delight, joy, love, wonderment and bewilderment, just the wonderful of life with gratitude that I have been alive and have been given licence to live these moments in a manner that creases my face with a billion smiles in thanks to the gods of the universe (and my own God, too) ... for the gift of living.
Yet, however fulfilled my soul is, however entranced my body feels afloat in in love, warmth, caring, friendship, new friendships, and everything that heaven has to offer ... I am out of my body self in celebrating that I am back with you again. Where I belong. For the moment at least.
So, as I cherish you, celebrate you, enjoy you and am safe with you, let us continue the business of making a memory each day ... the business of living.
In Sydney, Australia.
I am home and I love you

With thanks to my brother Johnny and his forever love Matilda, for making part of the journey possible in coming to the UK instead of meeting other commitments.
Mervyn and Elsie Maciel, for the honour of chatting briefly with two special people.
Alvira and Don, for sharing friends, laughter, smiles, memories, and making memories.
Jacinto, Polly, James and Loretta for allowing me into your lives again!
Alex Rebello, a keeper of the flame of St Teresa’s who achieves the impossible of bringing  my former classmates on a regular basis.
Steve, Marjie and Mel … eternally and unbreakable bond.
Gerry and Leo … travellers from my roots!
Des and Olga … Only You …
Alex and Dahlia … together, living our memories and creating new ones together.

And hundreds more I met in the UK, Spain Portugal, Morocco, Singapore …especially some fantastic folks who were my companions on coaches, planes, ferries and other modes of travel.


Thank You.

Congratulations to Elsie and Mervyn Maciel...

        Elsie and Mervyn Maciel (he of Bwani Karani, From Mtoto to Mzee and countless stories and articles spanning a wide spectrum of his life) have each carved out a special niche in the tapestry of the Goan community around the world. Much loved, respected and admired, they deserve to celebrated every moment they are amongst. One Tusker and a glass of champagne coming up./

A brilliant piece about Julius Nyerere and the Standard

This fairly long article was written by very good friend Trevor Grundy who knows Africa better than most people. He is a very special friend I had the pleasure to work with in Kenya.


http://www.politicsweb.co.za/opinion/frene-ginwala-the-lenin-supplement-and-the-storm-d


Joe Murumbi: the fear and pain behind the smile



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Joseph Murumbi, whose death 27 years ago was marked last month, remains one of the most significant but mysterious figures in Kenya’s political history. In this ...
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He remained an ‘outsider’ in the eyes of the President’s mono-ethnic inner circle.

Joe Gonsalves: humility with greatness






Joe Gonsalves

Soccer star, athlete, unforgettable






June 13 2017: Sydney Australia, José (JOE) Gonsalves, born 24 February 1933 (ex-Mombasa and Nairobi, Kenya). He lost a tremendous battle with Alzheimer’s. He fought so hard, long after he lost the ability to recognise family and friends. Beloved husband of Natty and father to Jocelyn, Sharlyn, Tashlyn/Joshua and grandfather to Jonah. Joe’s parents were the late Josino and Violante Gonsalves (Navelim). Brother of late Phyllis/late Francis, late Sophie/ late Walter and Monica/late Neves and includes several cousins, nephews and nieces.

The funeral will take place on Saturday, June 17 at 11 am at Mary Mother of Mercy Chapel, Barnet Avenue, Rookwood 2141 NSW. In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate if donations could be made to Alzheimer's Australia https://www.fightdementia.org.au/ Condolences to gonsalvesj2000@gmail.com 


From Joe's children: 

Alzheimer's took away our dad's memories but our parents’ love for each other still shone through - his heart never forgot. Every time our mum walked into the room, his eyes would light up, he would smile and reach for her hand. His reaction was just beautiful and heart-warming. Theirs is a love to strive for. In the last few weeks, our dad had been hospitalised twice and this took a toll on him both physically and mentally. For the most part he was asleep but every time he opened his eyes, he'd look at all of us in the room. When he made eye contact with my mum he would have a beautiful smile just for her. We were extremely lucky - and will be forever grateful - that we had a couple of days in hospital where our dad was awake for the whole day. He was alert and, at times, aware. This was something we had not seen him do for a couple of years! During these two days, he hummed to music and he looked at us all like he was actually seeing us and sometimes recognising us. He laughed a little with us -- or maybe it was at us 🙂. He tried to talk to us, although it sounded like babble. When we held his hand he would move his hand to the music as if he was dancing with us. We each got one-on-one time to talk to our dad and say everything we wanted to say. We ensured he knew how much he was loved and appreciated by us all and how much we will continue to try and make him proud of us the way we are proud of him.
 Monday (29 May 2017) was the last time he was awake and aware. When we were leaving the hospital, my mum leaned over and kissed him goodnight and told him she loved him, as she did with every good morning and every goodnight … this time was different though … this time my dad looked at my mum and spoke clearly when he said to her “I love you too”.  You see, the heart never forgot. Those of you, who know our parents, know they love a good laugh and being surrounded by those they love. Family life was no different. Our dad was strict with us for all the reasons we respect and appreciate him for now … he was also there to listen and offer advice, he was fair, he was fun. He enjoyed taking us all for a drive after dinner and usually end up by the water somewhere -- he loved being by the water -- and we would go for a walk as a family and just chat. Our dad always wanted a son so he was happy to have Josh come into the family, giving him a son-in-law that he counted as a son... Josh also found in him a gentle guide and a wonderful friend. To be honest, our dad was probably also glad to finally have another male to deal with all these women!  Although his battle with Alzheimer's meant many of their years together were in some ways lost, Josh feels so privileged to have come into the family at a time he got to see the very best in our dad: the constant gentleness, the happiness, the softness ... he truly enjoyed the quieter moments they often shared in what was often an otherwise loud and busy household. We are fortunate to have beautiful and loving memories with our dad. We always knew we were loved, and always knew he would have our backs … and we know this love and support will continue from above. Our one wish was that our dad would meet his grandchild and for his grandchild to meet the man that set the bar for every man in our lives, and whose legacy would be carried through. This wish was granted.  Jonah and his Grandpa have had a special bond from the start, one we cannot explain yet one we know is there and Jonah has had three years together with Grandpa.   Joe Gonsalves, the man, the legend ….our Dad, and we couldn’t be prouder to be his daughters.                                                                                                                                                                                                         

 THE SPORTSMAN

By Cyprian Fernandes


JOE Gonsalves was a young soccer player and athlete in Mombasa at a time when the Kenyan coastal capital was blessed with some of the greatest Goan sporting heroes of our time: First there was the greatest of them all, the Commonwealth Games double sprint gold medallist, Seraphino Antao, Albert Castanha (the finest all-round sportsman), Joe Faria (sprinter), Jack Fernandes (sprinter), Laura Ramos (sprinter), Franklyn Pereira (hockey), Joe Fernandes (soccer), Tony Masky (soccer), George Da Costa (soccer), Wilfred D’Souza (soccer), Leslie Pinto (hockey), Silvano Pinto (hockey), Michael Fernandes (hockey), Reynolds Pereira (hockey), Alan Noronha (sprinter, hockey), Michael Fernandes (Hockey Olympian 1956), Anthony Pinto (cricketer), Ernest Vianna (spectacular tennis player), Xavier Vianna (tennis), Alcino Rodrigues (400 metres specialist), Effie Antao (sensational soccer goal scorer). There were many others, too, and whose names have faded just as much as my own memory continues to fade with time. God Bless ‘em all. So it was amongst this exquisite collection of male and females sporting icons that Joe Gonsalves walked tall with great pride and even greater humility. It was sufficient that his teammates looked up to him and those he played against respected his skills. He would have played in the English Premier League, or at least had a shot at it, after soccer coach Ray Batchelor arranged for Joe to trial with a premier club. However, being the only boy in the family, his father asked Joe to put his family first and put an end to the idea of going to the UK. Two great English players, Sir Stanley Mathews (Wolves, West Brom, various) and Len Shackleton (the Clown Prince of Sunderland) were very impressed with Joe after conducting various soccer clinics in Mombasa.
 During the late 1950s and 1960s, there were three tremendous soccer teams in Mombasa and the rivalry among the three was as ferocious as it is between the UK soccer giants Liverpool, Manchester United and Manchester City. Ironically, one of the teams was called Liverpool (name after its UK counterpart, later, for political reasons it was changed to Mwenge) and the others were Feisal and the Mombasa Goan Institute. Matches between any two of these teams attracted hordes of supporters, sometimes even reaching as many as 8,000 or even 10,000. This may seem small in modern times, but in those days of small populations, it was big time. As opposed to the somewhat “hard” style of soccer played by their northern counterparts in Nairobi representing tribal groupings like the Luo Union (later Gor Mahia), Abaluhya, Maragoli, Nairobi Heroes etc, soccer at the Coast was all finesse mixed with goal-nets smashing power. Joe Gonsalves provided the finesse and creative genius for Feisal before he moved to the Mombasa Institute. Effie Antao was an absolute goal net smasher. The leading Goan players (only the best made it to the three teams and wannabes were droves in number) were shared between the three teams. Against each other and other teams, especially the ones from Nairobi, there was nothing soft about the battles. However, the Coast teams add finesse with deft touches to their power plays. Sadly, they did not always succeed. The Nairobi teams had a larger population to pick the best from.However, Joe did play alongside and against the likes of Kadir Farah, Ahmed Breik, Ali Sungura (the barefooted left winger with the deftest of turns of feet and a bullet like shot) and Ali Kajo (simply the greatest ball player in Kenya for a very long time; his skills and finishing was sensational). The thing about Joe was that, way before his time, and way before the advent of the professional supremos of the international game, Joe had already the finessed skills of super anticipation, the unbeatable through ball for someone else to score and the ability to read the game beyond the first two or three passes. Joe, the quiet genius, made the game look so easy, yet he was no pushover. He was solid as he was as quick as the cheetah running away from his markers or lethal as a leopard in scoring goals. Joe played mainly for the Mombasa Goan Institute and represented the Mombasa regional team. He should have played for Kenya but the administrators in up country Nairobi always seemed to have other ideas in relation to their coastal cousins. Like Joe, many more Goans, should have represented Kenya especially my own personal favourite Franklyn Pereira, one of the great hockey players of our time. That wonderful Kenyan coastal newspaper the Mombasa Times (forerunner to the equally successful Coastweek) religiously chronicled all aspects of life at the coast, especially sport. Needless to say, Joe featured in many a headline. Sadly the beloved Mombasa Times is no more. However, Joe’s daughter, Jocelyn, was able to salvage one or two clippings. Here are a few glimpses in match the Goan lost 2-3 to the mighty Liverpool (they had previous drawn 2-2 twice in the same competition, the Nyama Cup). This report is by soccer and athletics coach Ray Batchelor (I know he would have been proud to pay a tribute or two to Joe, Ray was always a great pal of mine): “The Goans attacked and J. Gonsalves pushed a cunning ball through the middle and the deceptively slow moving Seraphino Antao was on the spot to push the ball past Hassen to give the Goans the lead.”
 Soon after Liverpool equalised, Joe was at it again: “From a free kick, away went J. Gonsalves and his cleverly engineered opening for Lucas Remedios had the crowd really screaming.” Sadly, the shot was stopped by the full back. The Joe Gonsalves-Seraphino Antao has gone down in soccer history as the combination that terrorised most teams at the coast. A special tribute by Hockey Olympian Raphael Fernandes: As the Sports Fraternity especially the soccer players share their deepest sympathies and condolences to Natty, Jocelyn, Sharlyn, and Tashlyn, not forgetting Joshua & Jonah, we respect, reflect upon and reminisce Sir Joe Gonsalves, an officer and true gentleman who touched everybody’s lives with his warm and handsome smile that portrayed his love, kindness, and generosity.
I will always cherish the day I had the pleasure and honour of meeting Joe with the Kenya Hockey Union Committee in Nairobi, as Reynolds Pereira and myself attended the trials at the City Park Stadium, and he sure showed how proud he was of us as we represented the Coast – Mombasa, where he grew up.He inspired me to be great sportsmen with diplomacy, in guiding me through the golden rules of sport: Love, Respect and Discipline. I will always be grateful for his kind attention.We definitely built a great camaraderie through the years and I had the pleasure to meet his gorgeous angels -- Jocelyn, Sharlyn, and Tashlyn, and finally his glamorous niece Alison, who is now my loving wife, thanks to Joe for being very instrumental.On all our visits to Joe and Natty’s home in Nairobi and Australia, he always welcomed us with open arms, as he built a home full of love, kindness and respect that portrayed that generous coastal warmth, and I will always treasure those fond memories.Sir Joe Gonsalves, the diverse sports fraternity around the world and I will personally salute you indefinitely and will always be there for Natty, Jocelyn, Sharlyn, and Tashlyn.Kwaheri Mheshimiwa – Tuta Onana!  (Goodbye Sir, We will meet again) Joe was not only a great football player but also a great sports administrator. One of his many admirers was the hockey great, Franklyn Pereira, who remembered a brilliant but shy star who did not seek the limelight, who was, in fact rather shy. Franklyn went on to become a leading businessman in Mombasa, chairman of the Mombasa Goan Institute for long spells and one who really helped the folks of the coast wherever and whenever he could. “A fantastic footballer and his legs spoke the language; he was a great dribbler with full control of the ball – it was magic but most of all he shared his talent with many youngsters who wanted to play the game.” In Nairobi, he served as the vice chairman of the powerful Kenya Hockey Union and chaired its disciplinary committee. With Hygino Vaz, Joe started the Vikings hockey club. He was a bit of a gentle godfather to the team. Very special relationship. Alcino Rodrigues (ex-Mombasa), another contemporary of Joe’s, was also an elite athlete: “My memories of Joe are that he comes from a God loving and God fearing family and a great gentleman, someone many would like to emulate. He was a true sportsman on and off the field.”
 Alban Cardoso (ex-Mombasa): “Uncle Joe was a natural musician. He played the violin, accordion and flute rather well. I remember him once playing the violin for the Goan School band. As a natural athlete/sportsman, he played badminton and field hockey in his younger days. Of course, he was pre-eminent in his beloved soccer, and played the game with passion, tactical brilliance, elegance and sportsmanship. I remember how thrilled he was when he met Sir Stanley Matthews, the" wizard of the dribble." He was also complimented by Len Shackleton.”  Patrick Martins (ex-Mombasa/Nairobi): In the late 1970s, Joe was the founding Vice -Chairman and sponsor of the Vikings Sports Club, formed as a breakaway from the Goan Institute Nairobi, with a view to providing youngsters with the opportunity to compete with the hockey leaders at that time. The legendary hockey umpire Peter Barbosa was the first chairman. The team included Olympians Leo Fernandes, Silu Fernandes, Hygino Vaz and the late Hippol Fernandes as goalkeeper. That was Joe, he loved sport and believed the strengths of youth when combined with experience could be a winning combination for any team. After a Kenya Cup game in Kiganjo against the mighty Sikh Union, Hardev Singh (brother of the legendary Kenya coach Hardial Singh) called the Vikings the future Kenya team ... not only because of our performance but because of the mixed blend of players from all walks of life. I guess, where Joe, Effie, Masky and all presently find themselves is the cycle of life ... those were the days ... when we were all fearless ... and today we watch the next generation carry the baton ... fearless too ... in all of their pursuits...