It’s not easy to bid your loved one good-bye, knowing that you will never see or hear his voice again.
Filled with so much emotion, Noame Rabeni’s father echoed how the couple were spending quality time together just days before his untimely passing.
Noame told me a few days back, Dad, “He’s the only Man”. I prayed to God for her family and the kids. We are still asking how he died, everything happened suddenly, it was not heart attack.
Still trying to believe that a dear friend has left, Mosese Rauluni broke the silence in Church of how his Tauvu always treated him.
“He was always pouring sugar over my food, salt in my tea and coffee, trying to pull down my pants in public, trying to throw me in creeks when I was fully dressed, jumping out of dark corners to try and scare me, dropping the “bilo” to the bottom of the grog bowl to try and get me drunk quicker and the list goes on,” said Mosese Rauluni, former Captain and team-mate to Seru Rabeni.
Rauluni vividly remembers back what he did in 2007 at Crows Nest to counter how Seru always spoils his sleep from his snoring.
“I stole the deep heat from our physios bag, William Koon took it to my room. Seru came back from training, he washed his tights, left the room and I saw my chance. So I grabbed the deep heat, grabbed a handful and rubbed it in the crouch area of his tights.”
The remedy worked for Rauluni and he continued doing it.
“When I was saying a pretraining session speech to the boys I can see Seru was getting uncomfortable, the burning feeling was getting to him, I had to stop myself halfway through my speech to myself from laughing.”
As they bid him farewell Rauluni says they will always remember the way he lived and wished him well for a safe journey.
“Before you move on to your next journey soon, I’ve also come here to stand here to ask you for forgiveness as I’ve never told anyone this story before. It was me that put the deep heat in your trousers, I hope you don’t come back and get me.”
Rabeni was laid to rest at the Nasinu Cemetery.