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Bole Butake
  • 69 years old
  • Date of birth: Jul 28, 1947
  • Place of birth:
    Nkor Noni, North West Province, Cameroon
  • Date of passing: Oct 1, 2016
  • Place of passing:
    Yaounde, Central Province, Cameroon
Let the memory of Bole Butake be with us forever.

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Bole Butake, 69, born on July 28, 1947 and passed away on October 1, 2016.

We will remember him forever.

 

FUNERAL  PROGRAM

   Printed Copy Page 1 and Page 2

THURSDAY 10TH NOVEMBER 2016

10 AM:    REMOVAL OF CORPSE FROM THE GENERAL HOSPITAL       MORTUARY YAOUNDE 

12 PM:    ARRIVAL OF CORPSE AT THE AMPHI 700 OF UNIVERSITY   OF YAOUNDE I  FOR ACADEMIC HONOURS

4 PM:      TRANSFER OF CORPSE TO THE ST. RAPHAEL AND TOBIAS PARISH MBANKOLO FOR REQUIEM MASS

6 PM:      TILL DAWN; WAKE-KEEPING AT THE BUTAKE RESIDENCE AT CHEFFERIE MBANKOLO

FRIDAY 11TH NOVEMBER 2016

4 AM:      DEPARTURE TO THE VILLAGE NKOR-NONI VIA BAMENDA

5 PM:      ARRIVAL IN THE VILLAGE AND LAYING IN STATE 

6 PM:      WAKE-KEEPING TILL DAWN

SATURDAY 12TH NOVEMBER 2016

9 AM:      REQUIEM MASS AT THE ST. PATRICK PARISH NKOR-NONI

12 PM:    PROCESSION TO THE BUTAKE RESIDENCE FOLLOWED BY BURIAL

SUNDAY 13TH NOVEMBER 2016

9 AM:      THANKSGIVING MASS AT THE ST. PATRICK PARISH NKOR-NONI

 

We greatly appreciate your contribution:

Bank:                    SunTrust Bank
Routing number:    061000104
Account number:   1000224679414
Account Name:      Stella Bolle
Phone:                  703-798-0399

 

Memorial Tributes
This tribute was added by Brenda Hurd on 11th November 2016

"Papa,
You were a great warrior
You excelled in your writings,
You left indelible foot prints on this sandy earth
We all mourn you

Not only Mama and the Kids,
But the whole family of drama enthusiasts you gathered
You were unique in a way only you could be
You were a giant amoung men.

You could teach and keep the discipline,
Yet be fun to be around like only a father can be,
Alas you are gone too soon!
But you've left enough memories to last a life time.

Rest in Perfect Peace Papa
Brenda Vasona G Hurd."

This tribute was added by Hosea Fon on 10th November 2016

"Papa Prof, Butake:
A Dad does not only mean the Biological one, BUT He who has imparted your life with something,that has contributed in making you be who you are today. The significance of that input is not that important by its size, BUT what is has helped accomplished. That is always unforgotten every time one looks back at the step of life.
I proudly confess that I am holding on today, and never giving up, despite all tribulations I went through to become a man, thanks to those encouraging words of inspiration Papa Prof, (as I call him) gave me as I rounded up my teenage. I held unto those words knowing that; only those who persevere in life, despite the odds, end up making it to the top. "Don't quit" he said. "for quitters are losers". He exemplified this with himself. I thence developed a forward driving force, not backing away from anything, no matter how difficult they may appear.
He became the one mentor I never have to forget in life.
I was so proud later on in life when we I had him on-board the (defunct) Cameroon Airlines flight I was the Engineering Crew, from Douala to Johannesburg. I was so filled with joy that could not end, to know that his inspirational words took me that far, from whence he spoke to me as a visiting Teen, to where I was.
High up there in the sky, we spent the best of gratifying moments, which he filled me up with more advises, to enable me stabilize, once an adult. Many do miss this point as we often think we have arrived.
This served as real boost to seek to be by and around him, anytime there was an opportunity.
I will never forget the last time I visited in the Mbankolo residence, in Yaounde. I was so delighted to be in there and felt so much at home, than I ever felt away from home.
Papa Prof, today, you are gone ahead to check on that place where all people go and never return, BUT I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for the Legacy you left behind for us (those who love fairness and steadfastness) to emulate; being able to stick to what you know is correct and rightfully yours, irrespective of what others may think; Being oneself and follow your dreams, no matter how long or rough the road to those dreams may seem.
That I cherished so much. There is just to much I personally had to learn and copy from you, BUT God knows better why he called you home before I and others had the opportunity to complete the learning process of life, that we never graduate from. I thank God for your life well spent (though short, but meaningful) in creating many other "Butakes" in academics, culturally, and ethically. Your many students, formal,and informal (in which group I find myself), will forever miss you. We pray to keep the flame on, for you are just gone ahead to meet the father God Almighty, till we meet; never to be separated again, In Jesus Mighty Name."

This tribute was added by Hosea Fon on 10th November 2016

"Papa Prof, Butake:
A Dad does not only mean the Biological one, BUT He who has imparted your life with something,that has contributed in making you be who you are today. The significance of that input is not that important by its size, BUT what is has helped accomplished. That is always unforgotten every time one looks back at the step of life.
I proudly confess that I am holding on today, and never giving up, despite all tribulations I went through to become a man, thanks to those encouraging words of inspiration Papa Prof, (as I call him) gave me as I rounded up my teenage. I held unto those words knowing that; only those who persevere in life, despite the odds, end up making it to the top. "Don't quit" he said. "for quitters are losers". He exemplified this with himself. I thence developed a forward driving force, not backing away from anything, no matter how difficult they may appear.
He became the one mentor I never have to forget in life.
I was so proud later on in life when we I had him on-board the (defunct) Cameroon Airlines flight I was the Engineering Crew, from Douala to Johannesburg. I was so filled with joy that could not end, to know that his inspirational words took me that far, from whence he spoke to me as a visiting Teen, to where I was.
High up there in the sky, we spent the best of gratifying moments, which he filled me up with more advises, to enable me stabilize, once an adult. Many do miss this point as we often think we have arrived.
This served as real boost to seek to be by and around him, anytime there was an opportunity.
I will never forget the last time I visited in the Mbankolo residence, in Yaounde. I was so delighted to be in there and felt so much at home, than I ever felt away from home.
Papa Prof, today, you are gone ahead to check on that place where all people go and never return, BUT I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for the Legacy you left behind for us (those who love fairness and steadfastness) to emulate; being able to stick to what you know is correct and rightfully yours, irrespective of what others may think; Being oneself and follow your dreams, no matter how long or rough the road to those dreams may seem.
That I cherished so much. There is just to much I personally had to learn and copy from you, BUT God knows better why he called you home before I and others had the opportunity to complete the learning process of life, that we never graduate from. I thank God for your life well spent (though short, but meaningful) in creating many other "Butakes" in academics, culturally, and ethically. Your many students, formal,and informal (in which group I find myself), will forever miss you. We pray to keep the flame on, for you are just gone ahead to meet the father God Almighty, till we meet; never to be separated again, In Jesus Mighty Name."

This tribute was added by Mary Maimo on 9th November 2016

"God's time is the best and every time is His. Yes, Pr. you have gone so soon.There is no doubt that you still had so much to offer but God knows best. We cannot thank you enough for every milestone, but we are consoled because you have left a timeless legacy. Everyone of your  landmarks is duely celebrated and we remain forever grateful.  You have accomplished your mission and have left footprints across generations. MUCHAS GRACIAS  as we continue to pray for your peaceful journey to eternity. Rest in perfect peace !!"

This tribute was added by Christopher Odhiambo on 7th November 2016

"Prof Bole Butake,
It is difficult to accept that you are gone. But you remain forever immortalized in your writings. I remember you through your works and all the places where we met. I remember the last time we met at RhineGold Hotel for a drink in Bayreuth during ALA conference. It is not easy to believe that you are gone.
I first watched your play "The Dance of the Vampires" in 1997 in Cameroon and I was blown away. Since then I got interested in your plays and as a critic your works lifted me to higher scholarship. You provided me with the material to work on. That was the symbiotic relationship between the creative mind that you were and the critical mind that I am. I will cherish the moments we shared in different parts of the world and your wise council.
Walk well my good friend. We shall meet again!

CJ Odhiambo"

This tribute was added by Jude Jokwi on 6th November 2016

"Dear Brother,
It is with much pain in my heart that I write these few words of tribute to your life and unbelievable achievements during your brief stay here on earth. I know that you are at a better place now relaxing in perfect peace after heroically braving it through this difficult world.
You and your life were so remarkable in so many ways. Basically, you lived a fulfilled life that touched so many other  lives in a positive way. You embodied the adage that it is not where you come from or who you know that determines your outcomes in this life but that it is up to the individual to chart his or her path.
The many roles you played at the family, village, professional, national and international stage is testament to the fact that you exploited your full potential against the many odds stacked against you from the outset. To this end, we as a family remain forever grateful to you for proving to us that resilience, not excuses hinged on our circumstances or blaming others for our shortfalls is the strategy for success.
Your profound love for family, a devoted husband, father, brother and uncle regularly provided the calm and collective head necessary in any human setting. Your harmless and positive demeanor was like a magnate that pulled everyone around towards you. And unfailingly, you accepted everyone and remained pedestrian with all irrespective of your stellar profile.
Brother, you taught us not to let anything or anyone stand in the way of doing things the right way or making things right when they go wrong. We are already missing your gentle yet powerful peaceful voice and grace. You selflessly shared your meager resources and varied experiences with us and led an exemplary life for us at all levels. We will forever miss this emblematic quality that your presence embodied.
Just like the many plays you penned, life is part of a bigger stage too. You excelled in your role here on this worldly stage acting the script the almighty God wrote for you. The curtains have been pulled on your act now according to his plan. We remain on the stage and will continue to use your acts as inspiration till the curtains are pulled on us at our individually appointed times.
We will always remember you in the many ways you advanced our lives in the family, village, country and the world. You may not have realized the positive impact of your pioneering academic and professional achievement in the younger generations in Noni land. Your amazing legacy is a monumental inspiration to us making you a role model to be emulated. Though your life here on earth was short, your achievements dwarf any longer life you would have lived without them.
May the all mighty God keep you closer to his bosom as we pray that your gentle smile continues to shine our paths here on earth till we all join you to part no more."

This tribute was added by Pa Ngalah on 6th November 2016

"BUILDING BRIDGES
               (A Tribute to BOLE BUTAKE)

Bridges are built with boulders laid to rest
On firm foundation to support the best
Lives we lose not when dust returns to dust
Ever for name to flame in fame robust.


Because you moulded us not to shed tears
Unless we dread to dream of brighter years
To tie you with Bate in stronger bond
Ambe and Kwasen hold for us beyond,
Knowing Eyoh , like Dipoko, watches
Ever as boulders laid to build our bridges."

This tribute was added by Erna Ngwayi on 5th November 2016

"Uncle, you were so humble and kind hearted, extended your open heartedness to all. It meant nothing to you to pick the little me up from Melen to Etoudi when ever you were chanced   so that I could spend time with Vicki and Bolang. You encouraged me to keep in touch often. That I didn't do. I assumed you will always be there to receive me once in a while when I stop by.
In a Cameroon where people would do anything to occupy a big position, you humbly refused the offer. When I asked you about it, you said my daughter when accept such offers from this government, your conscience is sold. That is just you. You appreciate and portray hard work and merit.
You used the same tone when you cracked jokes, corrected our errors and described situations. Several things have happened since you were gone,I can only imagine how you would have described them in such subtle sarcasm which only you knew how.
Your departure has created a big void, I can't imagine what Bangkolo will look like without you. Rest in perfect peace Uncle Butake, free from all pain till we meet again"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 2nd November 2016

"Tribute To Bole Butake, A Literary Luminary

By Francis Wache


Growing up in the 50s in the verdant valleys of Noniland, chances were stacked more on the side of Nazarius (a name he dropped) Bole Butake becoming a tapper of frothy palm wine or a farmer a la Achebe’s Okonkwo, levelling the hillocks and mulching the valleys.

He did not choose those paths.

Instead, he heard about the Golden Fleece and, because he was highly intelligent, he convinced his uncle to send him to Sacred Heart, a leading Catholic College. He had lost both parents in babyhood.
He will later attend the prestigious CCAST Bambili, the lone High School in West Cameroon before moving to the University of Yaounde. On graduation, as one of the “Mbassi Manga Boys” (Mbassi Manga was the all-powerful and influential Dean of the Faculty of Arts), he left for Leeds from where, on his return, he taught at the University of Yaounde until his retirement in June 2012.
More than an academic, Butake distinguished himself as a playwright. His repertoire of plays includes, The Rape of Michelle (1984), Lake God (1986), The Survivors (1989),  And Palm-wine Will Flow (1990), Shoes and Four Men in Arms (1993), Dance of the Vampires (1995), Zintgraff and the Battle of Mankon (2003), Family Saga (2005, Betrothal Without Libation (2005), Cameroon Anthology of Poetry (2010) .

In all his plays, Butake takes sides with the downtrodden, the wretched of the earth, the deprived and the underdogs. His jabs and jibes, aimed at the rulers, are scathing; at times, vitriolic.

Butake will be remembered for starting The Mould, a literary magazine considered as a nursery for budding University students with a creative instinct. Although nobody has become a Nobel laureate from that nursery, it, undoubtedly, contributed, enormously, in enriching the Anglophone Literature that we have today.

A Fonlonian disciple, Butake insisted that teaching Literature, ultimately, was futile if it did not lead to making the student, herself, a producer and not only a consumer of literary classics. Buoyed by this conviction, Butake, alongside Godfrey Banyuy Tangwa and Hanzel Ndumbe Eyoh, created the Flame Players, a drama troupe at UniYao. Over the years, they staged and thrilled Anglophone drama aficionados.

In the 90s, as the nation writhed with the throes of the birth of democracy, Butake burst on the political arena when he was appointed to accompany a delegation of CPDM stalwarts to Muanenguba Division in the Southwest Province to drum support against multiparty politics.

Terrified, Butake penned a rebuttal. He would never–NEVER – join the ranks of the oppressors, he argued. He would, he insisted, stay in the amphitheatres and share knowledge with his students.

Up till today, controversy still rages about that act. Some opinion, still peddled, particularly in Noni circles, bears a grudge against Butake for depriving them of a Ministerial portfolio. According to this school, Butake’s trip to Muanenguba was intended to immerse him into the CPDM baptismal waters. He was to emerge from the boiling bowels of the Twin Lakes with the halo of Minister of, guess…, Culture, of course!

That is not true. What happened was a typical CPDM error. Bole, Dr Butake’s first name, is a common Bakossi name. When the CPDM ngomba went into conclave and decided that they should pacify dissident lecturers who were fomenting riots at the University, a CPDM big shot proposed that there was this Bole…Somebody who was writing anti-regime plays and needed to be gagged by, he said, “getting him on our side.” He tried to capture the elusive name again: “Bole…Bole…Bole…” The other name did not just come. Another inspired comrade chirped in, “Butake.” The speaker glowed: “That’s him!”

And that is how, Bole Butake, a blue-blooded Noni notable, was almost transmogrified into a Bakossi CPDM rabble-rouser. All in the name of dimabolaing (fighting against) multiparty politics.

Be that as it may, Butake did not join the beleaguered CPDM bandwagon. Instead, he dipped his pen in his inkpot and wrote: “I refuse to be lapiroed”.

Let Butake, himself, tell the tale: “My troubles really began in 1992 when in early February I was appointed, without being consulted, as ‘chargé de mission’ for the ruling CPDM party during the first multi-party legislative elections to some part of the country. I wrote a damning disavowal… A week later I was replaced. A year later I would begin living the consequences of my deed because the new Chancellor of the University banned all theatre performances on campus and unleashed a war of harassment against my person.”

His numerous ordeals notwithstanding, Butake has been an outstanding scholar, a genuine intellectual, a path-finding playwright and a gadfly for an anaesthetised society.

Although he has stopped formal work at the University, a new life opened for him: a supervisor of Doctoral Theses; a farmer, the first job he had as a kid, chasing monkeys and birds from the cornfields. Thankfully, the Prof (Rtd) did not have to mount any podium or climb any rooftop to sing alleluias to any party before getting access to the vast arable ancestral farmlands in his native Noniland.

Naturally, he continued to write and direct plays. In fact, I suggested that he should write a play entitled “The Professor Who Almost Became Minister.” You have the Noni people as background. You have the young Noni gendarme officer who would have become your bodyguard; there is the High School teacher who should have become your Private Secretary; your orphaned house helps (Nya and Bofa) rescued from grinding village poverty; and party visits (especially on 6 November: the date of the coming of the Messiah; and May 20: the day water and oil had an unprecedented mix) and sporadic bags of rice and cartons of soap for the bamboozled electorate, every time an election rolled around. And so on. And, above all, don’t fail to paint the scene of the Eldorado that you selfishly refused to give the Noni people...Never mind. And, in the background, the bewitching throbs of the njang dance.

Prof. Butake couldn’t have been that kind of Minister because he argues in Home or Exile that: “It is really disgusting how people can abuse their consciences and allow themselves to be manipulated by Machiavellian political leaders because they want to be appointed to high administrative offices where they will be in control of budgets and so can serve themselves generously from the tax-payer’s sweat.”

One thing I wish you, though, as you formally depart from this raucous realm is this: Let the ink, through those you mentored and groomed continue to flow!"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 2nd November 2016

"By Samuel Atechi

Prof., you were a wonderful teacher and father to me. Your early departure is a shock to me but God knows why He allowed it to happen.

Farewell Prof. Farewell

Samuel Atechi, University of Yaounde I"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 2nd November 2016

"Adieu Prof…Adieu Mentor

By Donatus Fai Tangem


Once upon a time our paths Crossed
In the month of Sept, 89, I ran into you
With open arms you welcomed me
Then I had a father away from home

Once upon a time our paths crossed
In the same month of Sept, 89 I ran into you
With open arms you received me
Then I met a teacher my teacher away from home

Once upon a time our paths crossed
In the year 92, then I found a mentor
I found a director and a coach
Then I found you.

Once upon a time our paths crossed
In the arena of play-learn
Then I met my counselor, my guide
I met a theatre director, a mentor

Once upon a time our paths crossed
I met you a three –in-one figure
You pulled a chair for me and sat me down
Then you talked, then you led me on and on and on
Leading me through the paths of boyhood through adulthood
You thought me all, yet you never thought me to say goodbye

Ah mentor, you showed me all, you thought me all
But you never thought me to say good bye,
Mentor, you thought me all, showed me all but never said good bye
Yes father, you gave me all but never said good bye
Without a word you quit, yes you did father

But you spoke loud father, mentor you spoke
You still speak to share your thoughts and direct society
You speak even as you quit, you speak loud, loud to those who can hear
Behind you, you will be heard mentor.

Even now Shey Ngong speaks, he speaks loud
Speaking to heal the land and rescue those you leave behind
Shey Ngong speaks to pronounce the voice of the gods
He speaks to teach us how not to quit without pronouncement

Mentor, Shey Ngong Speaks to save the land
Shey Speaks to save the land from rape, loot and destruction
Behind you, you shall be heard and the land shall be saved"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 2nd November 2016

"From Douglas Achingale

Butake forever

Professor Emeritus Butake Bole
You'll soon be thrust into a hole
But there you will hardly remain
For you are radiant, without stain
Immortal you'll be forever
Having fought for your people with power
The rape of Michelle
You condemned with all your might
The activities of the lake god
You questioned without blinking
The welfare of the survivors
Was your main concern
You raised your resounding voice
When there was betrothal without libation
When four armed men wore shoes
You articulated even louder
And when the family fell apart
You related their saga with tears
When you refused to be lapiroed
You dealt them a deadly blow
Together with your chum Bate Besong
You sang the mellifluous Olgna song
Butake, you'll remain forever in our midst
Your edifying presence we'll NEVER miss"

This tribute was added by Christina Kimah on 1st November 2016

"Precious Memories of Uncle Bole Butake
                      " From Grace Mabu Eulogy
Uncle so you have finally gone to join the rest. You have left me with much to think of you and feel you are still here with us.
When I was told I had an uncle who lost mother and father within a week I at last saw you at the Banso Baptist Hospital in the 70’s. During my early marriage in Yaounde you decided to live with us and after your studies in the University of Leeds, U.K, we had a good time when we scrubbed our floor, cooked and ate fish especially its head. We even went at night to catch green grasshoppers. Together You, Peter, Omer and myself had a good time together in Yaounde, with friends like Sam Patrick of blessed memory and Dr. Thaddeus Menang.
Finally, we started making homes. We saw you choose your partner, my father’s cousin, Jane. You even looked for your house near ours, so that we could share the challenges of life.
I remember Kennedy, Fon Rolly, Fabian Baba all of blessed memory with whom we shared these needs and the challenge to forge ahead. Thank God you and Peter assisted Jane, and myself to pursue our university studies and professional training.
A step ahead, was NDA, Nkor Development Authority which you headed with commitment. NDA was part of you until we could identify your green LADA Car with it. Thanks for being a good foundation of sacrifice for the Nkor People and Noni at large. You have indeed been precious to us. Like Ba Ndikintum, or Peter Mabu, you used your house was for the Noni People, who met monthly to discuss the developmental needs of our people. Thank you Prof.
Tears fill my eyes uncle, for you have departed to meet our son, Kiiben, K.K whom during a long wait for the arrival of his mortal remains from Britain, you had to coordinate the vigil, and the planning till we laid him in his grave in Lassin. Now is your turn uncle and as we are give you a befitting farewell, we also promise to be united, one day to depart no more.
                                                        ADIEU Uncle B.B
                                                         Grace Mabu"

This tribute was added by Takwa Emelda on 31st October 2016

"BLUES FOR BOLE BUTAKE.                                                                                 Bole Butake who saw with his whole body;(two eyes were not enough).Bole the Butake  who pondered the silence of the noise                 And the noise of the silence,                                                                           The bitterness of honey.                                                                                     The lacerating coldness of the sun.                                                              The age long piece of corn fufu which still burns the flippant finger.         Bole the Butake who lived in Cameroon.                                                       Bole the Butake in whom Cameroon lives.                                                    Your pen rests against your books waiting waiting for the fertile ldiom with which you have fashioned the drama of existence.                               Therefore.                                                                                                           King tree in the forest of letters ,between you and posterity there is no goodbye.                                                                                                                  Twinkle. Twinkle little star.How we wonder where you are,Up above the sky so high.like a diamond   in the sky.                                                              By Dr Nforya Gerald"

This tribute was added by Dr. Balbina Ebong on 31st October 2016

"Many cherish their memories of Professor Butake in Theatre, mine start with the African Literature lectures I got in my Specialisation as an undergraduate. I enjoyed these lectures so much that I always looked forward to them, this, together with the Theatre Arts option which will end up becoming my major at the post-graduate studies. This will be the start of a big role played by Prof in my academic life. As I found my way into Theatre in my post-graduate studies, Prof became a permanent monitor especially when he had to supervise my work in my Maitrise programme. This created a bond between student and teacher which can never be broken. It was thanks to Prof's encouragement that I will go ahead to register for and earn a  doctorate degree.
My husband and I witnessed the onset of Prof's illness in our home in Douala and we prayed on that day that he will arrive Yaoundé alive. He did, but was rushed straight to hospital and from then on his health continued to deteriorate.
Thank you Prof, for the mark you left in my life, for all the memories you have left with us. Your exit from stage has created a vacuum. We pray the good Lord will welcome you into his kingdom. Adieu Prof"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 22nd October 2016

"From Grace Fon

Dear Uncle,
It’s so sad to lose you at this time, unfortunately no death is ever timely. As they say, “GOD’s time is the best”, but for me I feel it’s too soon. That’s life isn’t it? We just have to accept the fact that God decides when to give and when to take.

Prof, I remember vividly when you brought me to Yaoundé to continue in upper Sixth, the assistance and encouragement you gave me then and never ceased giving. You’ve been with me all through the good and especially the rough times. THANK YOU UNCLE. I consider
myself blessed to have had you as an uncle in this life.

I shall forever cherish Thursday 29th September 2016, on this day you called my name for the last time on your sick bed. When I saw you the next evening in great pains, I prayed the Lord to relieve you of the pains. Death wasn’t actually what I thought of, that’s why when I touched you that early Saturday morning I thought you were sleeping until the doctor declared you were gone.

As we mourn today, I take comfort in the fact that you accomplished your mission on earth and is now having a deserved rest with God. We are all pilgrims on this earth and God only takes “The Best”.
May your soul rest in perfect peace until we meet again to part no more.
I’ll surely miss you uncle.

Your niece"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 22nd October 2016

"From Ewih Kum Linda

On the morning of 1st October, I woke up to some terrible news; my icon had passed away. I have never met someone as equally impressive, smart and grounded as you were. Nowadays it is not common to have a professor who shapes ones intellect, interest and view on life in general. I have come to learn from your views, perspectives, and equally wealth of knowledge and that will always be fundamental for my understanding of the world. You have engraved your name in our hearts, a legacy is etched into our minds and the stories we share about you. May the Lord grant you eternal rest in heaven for you to stay with the angels forevermore."

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 22nd October 2016

"From Junior

There is a special bond that a father has with his son. That bond builds strength over the time with events that each of one of us are fortunate to share. Daddy you were a wonderful man, a father, a husband, a brother and friend to many people. To me you were more than just my father, u were a friend and hero.

The sudden news of your death took us all by surprise. When I heard it, it rang in my ears like a church bell. I rushed to the scene, just to discover that your mortal remains had been transferred to the morgue. Little had I known that you, daddy, were going back to the hospital never to return home anymore. October 1st 2016 is the day I will never forget for the rest of my life. Daddy you have gone, but all the good works and teachings you did remain forever.
‘Retired but not tired’, were the words you said when you retired as a professor. I pray that God almighty should receive you into His heavenly kingdom.

You have gone and left us behind, especially I who bear your names, Bole Butake Junior. Daddy, thank you for the gift of education, a gift which every parent should always give his child. Rest in Peace is all I have to say daddy. I love and miss you daddy, till we meet again. Farewell daddy.

Bole Butake Junior"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 22nd October 2016

"From Chinfon

I never knew that you were going to die at any moment from now, that you needed a rest from all the pains that you went through, and it touched me seriously in my heart after I heard about your death. Daddy, I pray that God may give you eternal rest and God will take care of you forever and ever, hoping that I am going to meet you one day.
Daddy as death took you away, I pray that God should reveal my secret to you that I am progressing very well on earth and also taking the giant step ahead to make my future go successfully and that we are together in spirit.

Farewell
Chinfon"

This tribute was added by Christina Kimah on 20th October 2016

"[COMMITTED STEWARDSHIP]     (By Shey Dr Peter Mabu)
You have proven that what matters is not the years in one’s life, but the life in the years on earth! Your stewardship to the nation was indeed enviable.
Despite your highly-demanding tasks in the University of Yaoundé, you worked hard as President of the Nkor Development Authority, NDA to provide pipe-borne water to your kindred. You moulded young minds in your teaching, seminars, and publications. What a well-lived, and impacting life!
By continuing to teach in the Christian University, Bali and directing PhD Research work, you in fact, proved that you were retired, but not tired. What a commitment to patriotic stewardship!
We know you would have liked to continue your services to humanity, but when the Almighty says YES, no one can say NO. You had to leave us against our will at the youthful age of 69.  We miss you indeed, but are consoled by the truth that you have left us with enough academic and social virtues worth emulating.
Your name, “B U T A K E” says it all
B – Brave and Brainy
U – Unalloyed and Unlimited
T – Talented and Trustworthy
A – Ambitious and Adventurous
K – Keen and Knowledgeable
E – Efficient and Earnest.     ADIEU Prof. BB


By: Shey Dr. Peter Mabu
                                                                  Yaounde"

This tribute was added by Primus Tazanu on 20th October 2016

"By referring to you as Pa within an academic milieu, we were  emphasizing that you were our father.  Our exciting conversations and sometimes, different views on 'Anglophone culture' always brightened our workshops in Freiburg, Yaounde, Kano, Basel and Johannesburg. Pa, may your soul RIP."

This tribute was added by Guy Thomas on 19th October 2016

"My dear senior brother, Prof. Bole Butake, my special friend and sister Layih, dear family members, friends and fellow mourners,
I recall the extraordinary initial encounter with you and my close friend and colleague Prof. Verkijika Fanso at the gates of the National Archives of Cameroon in Yaounde in 1996. There was something very comforting about your casual demeanour and the spontaneous esprit d'amitié you radiated with a sparkle in your eye and your alluring smile. We immediately engaged with the common topic of our concerns, the question of safeguarding and promoting Cameroon's cultural heritage and awareness of history, written and other, which you have been preoccupied with so productively throughout much of your life. This became the foundation of a bond that has characterised my personal commitment since that day. I know you have succeeded in imbibing your thrust of inspiration among many of your friends, students and colleagues at home and abroad - even in Basel, Switzerland, where I have been teaching for the past 14 years, heavily influenced by our shared ideas and visions about joint cultural heritage.
Having witnessed your presence in person will remain with me as a formative experience and privilege etched profoundly into my raison d'être in favour of promoting such worthy causes that you stood for under the umbrella of your country's outstanding cultural diversity, old and new. Gratitude coupled with silent sadness clouds the skies that await to receive you in their fold while your presence shall continue to nurture the soil of creativity in your homeland, carried forward through living memories of a person to emulate and a mission to be pursued relentlessly by your heirs.
With all good thoughts and sincerest condolences, warmly, Guy"

This tribute was added by Pepetual Chiangong Mforbe on 19th October 2016

"It is hard to write these lines in memory of my academic father whom I  last met at the ALA conference in Bayreuth in 2015. Thank you so much indeed Prof. Bole for trusting that I could contribute something to People Theatre and also for introducing me to international projects which have left an indelible mark on my academic career. Despite your gigantic achievements, you were not only humble, but also very fatherly. I will ask my father whom we laid to rest in March 2016 to be your big in that other place. Good bye Prof.      Amen!"

This tribute was added by Jendele Hungbo on 19th October 2016

"It was indeed a privilege knowing such a great writer and scholar like Bole Butake. A humble man to the core who was always ready to play the role of the father figure in difficult times. Pa Butake, I have no doubt that in transition you deserve all the good things that the bosom of the Lord. Travel well man on many parts. Adieu!"

This tribute was added by Justice Ankengateh on 19th October 2016

"Daddy, before I became close to the family I knew you like a SHESAN – a super mishe full of humour and life. You were always there for everybody irrespective of social status, to you we were all equal.
When I came close to the family, I found you sick but despite being sick you kept battling with the sickness. Whenever you could talk and I greeted you, you’ll ask “Justice, how are you?”
I always remember while we would pray with you from “Clinique Fouda” to “CHU” mama would ask you to repeat after her “I am healed, God has healed me”.
Daddy we prayed earnestly, interceded and stood the gap for you begging the Lord for a miracle of healing, He decided otherwise. Everything He does is good and though it’s so painful not having you around I would not question Him as His ways are not our ways. What comforts me is you were chanced to receive the final sacraments of penance and anointing of the sick before going to rest in the Lord with all the graces, the wish of every child of God.
Daddy till we meet again, we continue to pray for the perfect repose of your soul.
We pray for the Holy Spirit to continue to empower mama as He did during your sickness to support your departure and take care of the family."

This tribute was added by STELLA BOLLE on 16th October 2016

"Prof, Daddy, Nyanyoh has said it all; you are the type of protagonist that is irreplaceable. You called me and in your subtle yet firm way and said " I consider you the responsible one among all the children in the house and I don't want you to tell me that so and so are older than you"; and that was exactly what I was about to say. You continued," responsibility is not age". That was a lesson that I have carried on and in my career i have instilled in many young people. I never heard you yell no matter the situation. The times that we heard you loud was when you were really happy. What a father you were, In your way you were concerned with every ones well being you never discriminated though as every parent, you had your favorites.You have left a vacuum not only in the family, but in the academic circle as well as the community at large. I saw it all the time how your presence in every assembly big and small will motivate many. rest in peace Prof."

This tribute was added by Georgia Nkilah on 16th October 2016

"Ecclesiastes 7:1
A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth.
I will weep no more but celebrate you for I know you were not an ordinary man, you were God's servant. Your parents died when you were only a baby but you grew up to be this man, this wonderful man who raised a nation. Your parent were not there to raise you but you raised children not only yours.
You knew values, you  taught us  at a young age to be good, honest, and respectful, I  wonder  if anyone ever sat you down to teach you like mom and dad would. I believe you were born with most of the things people struggle to achieve.
Papah you used more than education to instilled values into every life you came across. You taught us that there was more to life than money, you sacrificed, gave up things that would have given you more money because what you had to offer  was everlasting, you had knowledge, wisdom love, kindness.You had so much  love for the students you taught and your country Cameroon because where ever you went you always came back home to them. Your love for your family was so great, and i know you went ahead for a reason. We will always miss you. You always knew everyone had the potential to be outstanding and you never stopped encouraging them.Thank you for making me the person I am today. Love you so much.
Rest in the hands of the  lord."

This tribute was added by IRMAGARD ANCHANG LANGMIA on 15th October 2016

"Dr. Bole Butake leaves the world with so many cherished memories from loved ones. I have known Doc. as far back as 1983 when my late father Dr. Joseph Anchang Ngongwikuo took some of us, his children, to go visit him when he lived in Etoudi. They were schoolmates at the University of Yaounde in the 1970s. He was not only my father's friend but also a key architect in the role that Dr. Kehbuma Langmia played over the years as actor with the Yaounde University theater in the 1990s. I am very grateful that God gave him enough time to impact in a positive way the lives of the students that he taught, those that he supported in graduate programs at the University of Yaounde, Bayreuth, other institutions, and those that he trained in the Yaounde University theater. He leaves behind a great legacy in directing plays and encouraging in-house theater performance at the Amphi 700 in the 1990s. Should the Yaounde University inscribe his name on a theater building on the campus of the Yaounde University or at Amphi 700, it would be a great honor! (Yaounde University Theater: Bole Butake Building)!
      May he rest peacefully in the Lord. We will miss him but his wife and children will miss him most. May God grant his family the strength to accept his will, knowing that though gone, he will remain with them in spirit. In death, Doc. you are not gone but live on though your works; for the death of prolific playright, Bole Butake is not the death of his works, but a new beginning ...."

This tribute was added by Kehbuma Langmia on 10th October 2016

"I will forever credit Professor Butake for who and what I am today. Without his decision to cast me in his plays and expose me to the entire world, I will not be where I am today. The constant push to get the best out of me at “The Pavilion” in the University of Yaounde, prepared me for the challenges in life. I will never forget you Prof! Go in peace and please extend warm greetings to Kwasen Gwangwa’a, Hansel Ndumbe Eyoh, Hilarious Ngwa Ambe, Ngwa Joel, Bate Besong and other Thespians who had gone ahead."

This tribute was added by Jokwi Gregory on 10th October 2016

"A presence from our family has gone
A voice we loved is still
A place is vacant in our lives
That never can be filled

The blow was great
The shock severe
We never thought the end was near
And only those who have lost, can tell
The pain of heartache without farewell

Your memory is our keepsake
From which we will never part
God may have you in his keeping
But we still have you in our heart."

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 9th October 2016

"From Bolle Augustina

Prof,
We used to call you prof and sometimes daddy. You were my father, my mentor and my inspiration. You were simple, a man of few words and easygoing. You taught me the importance of hard work, success and to be responsible. You also taught me the importance of honesty and humility.
Your house was like a church where everyone was welcome.
You groomed me to be who I am today and I will never forget those moments you invited me to share in your good wines. I know daddy, that if you really had a choice, you would have loved to spend two decades and more with us but God's time is the best.

We love you and greatly miss you. R.I.P FOREVER DADDY."

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 9th October 2016

"Vicky's eulogy

True, you taught us to be brave in any situation, but I must admit, this particular situation is one which can't be braved. You believed in empowering us through education. I remember each time I brought home a failed report card, I saw the world's disappointment on your face. You would always say there is no success in life without education. And your hatred for laziness! You taught us that there was no food for the lazy. I can remember you always shouting at us from the corridor "It's 6 am and you are still in bed; come on get up before I meet you there!"  

Integrity was one of your core values; you told us to be honest in all our dealings, to always say the truth in all circumstances and to never trade human relationships for money. You stood for the oppressed. Your works speak for themselves.

When we achieved something or had good results, it was very difficult to know if you were happy or not - you always said "You could do much better". It took me years to understand your ways and at a point, I thought you never loved me, but as I grew up with life's experience I understood all your actions and attitude towards me. You were grooming me to become a very independent and strong woman, and when I got to know that I took it up as a challenge to make you proud.

A father with a very big heart you were. We have never been less that ten people in your household. I remember we would wake up some mornings by the knock on the door of a new GCE holder from afar, needing not only your assistance to get registered at the university, but also seeking shelter: on no instance did you turn your back on any. You always did your best to support any one in a needy situation, whether they were relatives or not.

Even at my age, when I came to pay a visit, you would still give me my transport fare to return home.
A peaceful man you were. You always spoke in a very low and soft tone. You avoided problematic situations. I remember you always told me to be the first and bigger person to make peace if am in a dispute with someone: yes, a child of God forgives and forgets, you always said. Our last chat was Psalm 23: I said "The Lord is our Shepherd" and you answered "I shall not want".
I was happy you were recovering; I embraced you and knew I would come back and meet you standing on your feet. How I regret returning that Thursday!

I will never ever say goodbye, for you remain in my heart, now and for always and as long as my heart beats, you remain alive.

Daddy it's "Mendos" - as you always called me when you were happy."

This tribute was added by Louisa Nenah on 8th October 2016

"Daddy, I still have fresh memories of you as I visited you just few months ago with Njenyoh whom you named.You were not feeling too well but made sure Njenyoh and I were comfortable.Always making sure I had enough rest and sleep. 'Louisa make sure you sleep during the day when the baby is sleeping'. If we are happily married and where we are today,it is because you were at the front line.Weeeeee Daddy we prayed  night and day for you to get well but God had different plans for you.My family and I treasured you soooo much and we are still to recover from the fact that we will never see you again.You were such a humble and generous man.The only thing that consoles us is the fact that you are in a better place.A place where you will be in no more pain. A place where you will be able to watch and guide us.The girls too are in sooo much pain and keep asking 'Mummy why did Uncle Grandpa die?.'Daddy may your humble and gentle soul continue to rest in perfect peace. We will try to emulate your example.I will remain forever grateful for everything you did to my family and I.Adieu Adieu daddy."

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 8th October 2016

"Nyanyo's eulogy

As I wrote the script for this new season, I pre-empted many twists and turns, but never did I imagine that the plot would take such an unexpected curve. What do you do when the protagonist dies? How do you kill off a character in a leading role? The audience would never forgive you – at least, not until you introduce a hotter interest.
Alas, this one is irreplaceable.

I remember the day you came to the front yard, saw me washing my stockings and asked if those were the same things I was washing thirty minutes ago. When I said yes, you said “your laziness is wearing a crown”! I laughed at your sarcasm, I was 7. Yes, you had nothing but scorn and contempt for anything opposed to hard work.

I know you love us. I know you adored me. That’s why you named me “Layih”, after your mother, whom you lost, together with your dad, when you were barely four. That’s why I would sit on your lap, sticking my tongue out at Vicky and Bolang, teasing them “if you like, you can tell daddy, he won’t do anything, bleuk!” And you’d laugh and not admonish me. That’s why you encouraged me, when I decided to follow your footsteps. That’s why you waited for me to defend my PhD in June, that’s why you waited for me to achieve those things you always desired for me. That’s why you always said “you just went and went” if I ever went to bed without officially telling you good night.

You were and still remain an icon to many. But to us, you were “daddy”. Our father, a husband. I’ll never hear you drag your feet through the corridor again. I’ll never see you in your red house coat again. I’ll never see you sit in that blue chair across from your bedroom window, sipping your lemon tea. If there was anything we could do, any sacrifice we could make, to make you stay another day, we’d do it again and again.

Alas, we mere mortals have no say in this matter.
Yes, authority forgets a dying King, yet you defy death. In the poignant words and thought provoking subject matter of your works, you defy death. In the far reaching impact of all your artistic and humanitarian endeavours, you defy death. In the success and relentlessness of your protégés, you defy death. In us, your progenitors, your family, you defy death.

You broke my heart yesterday when you breathed your last. But I’m glad you lived. That we had a father like you. Rest in peace daddy.

“Ce n’est pas sa mort qui me fait de la peine, c’est de ne plus voir mon père qui danse »."

This tribute was added by Butake Butake on 8th October 2016

"You are the typical example of success , right from nothing all the way to something.Do not be sad that you are where you are now because we have decided to celebrate your life instead of mourning your death because you were able to touch so many lives by your actions.We aim to replicate your life.Thanks for being our father.RIP"

This tribute was added by N-e Butake on 8th October 2016

"This morning, I wake up walking around the living room,  gazing at the pictures and the portraits with that countenance of urs, the same I saw on u last week, I have the conviction that It is well with your soul and that u are that link which will cross us over to that wonderful place we all long for.  I love you Daddy, will always do... I will miss those your words u speak before I leave home.." Have a blessed day"..I know you are watching over us...and we will live to emulate the virtues you stand for ...R.I.P Daddy."

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 7th October 2016

"Bolang's eulogy

Words cannot say how blessed I am to have been a part of you
For that I am and always will be
We shared quite a number of things; from our striking resemblance to our sense of humour
We sometimes had our differences
Still I know that you knew how so very much I love you
You made a mark in my heart, and it's here to stay
And because God Almighty was with you even amidst all the pain
You trusted him through the rain
I miss you daddy, but I know you are in a better place
And in a unique way, I look forward to seeing you again someday

Bolang"

This tribute was added by Bolang Butake on 7th October 2016

"As I look back  - Jane Bolle Butake

An encounter it was, between a lower sixth student and a university teacher; “I am old of body, but young at heart”, you intimated.

Your simplicity of spirit was so compelling that I was literally swept off my feet. I can still hear the soft voice coaching and teaching. You took my hand and gave me your heart. Although we had our highs and lows we easily found common ground. You taught me to be strong, hardworking, tolerant and humble. You showed love to the kids and all around you, ever stressing on the reward of hard work and diligence.

Your unshaken belief in the Almighty ordered your life.
You displayed stoicism as your health deteriorated, giving me false hopes of a comeback.

Your exit leaves a great vacuum in my heart. I miss you so much."

This tribute was added by Tombi Alvin on 5th October 2016

"A special dad is hard to find,
You Dad we are keeping in our minds,
We wished you could have stayed forever,
But we will never forget you not ever.

If dreams weren't dreams and dreams came true,
We wouldn't be here we would be with you.
Distance is one thing that keeps us apart,
But dad you will always remain in our hearts.

A special smile, a special face, a special someone we can't replace,
We love you and always will,
You filled a space that no one will ever replace."


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