Uncle Felix
I can write an epistle but what would be the point..... You will never read it. I remember last year Easter when we met in Kembong. All I can say is God has finally granted you everlasting peace.
MmaNchong
Tribute to my closest neighbor
The New Year 2016 started with the passing of my beloved husband “Portes Toujours”, “Bobby” as I fondly called him. He was one whom you couldn’t help but admire and respect. His courage, and strength made us stand in awe. He was as caring as any father would be, which reflects in the lives of our children, as well as other children who flocked our home. We took the challenge to educate and raise nieces and nephews on both sides of the family to ensure that each of them reached their best potential. His future was his children and he did not have a life of his own, or even think he needed one. His worry everyday was gathering the family to build a solid dynasty, while working tirelessly to see that the dream will happen. He was intensely focused on this mission. He may have failed with some because like every human being, he had his faults and disappointments from those who he truly trusted.
He had a heart of a Philantopist and would gather up those who needed extra help, brought them closer to teach them to excel. Our home was always filled with children and family. He was a man who was out to change generations and generations of dysfunction within his family. He was allergic to mediocracy and believed that if God gave you a gift, that it should be put to good use. He paid little credence to the opinion of others and lived his values as he saw fit. In spite of his stubbornness, those closest to him know Bobby always came from a place of love. In spite of the rough patches we went through in life, our union was the epitome of “For better and for worse, till death do us part”
I salute you my Bobby, you were an awesome man, you touched our lives in ways that many will never get to experience. We are grateful that in the one lifetime that we are all given by God, we were privileged to spend it with you. I will miss you till the day I take my last breath. Rest in peace my Bobby.
~~Your wife, your Meg the Meg
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Tribute from Daughter, Daisy Enoh Avey
There were no two father/daughter duo like you and I my precious daddy. My first love, my hero, my partner in crime. From the day I was born, I was your princess forever more. Throughout my life, you held my hand, showered me with unconditional love, and built an indomitable confidence within the very core of my being. By all standards, you were an exceptional father, always present, contrary to what the norm was in our society. You instilled in us the love of travel, taking us around the world so we would learn about other cultures and people. You emphasized within us, compassion, empathy and kindness towards others. This is evident in the character of your children, biological and adopted. Your care for the creation of God knew no bounds. Your love was for abandoned children, orphans, widows, stray puppies, flowers, and anyone who was downcast. We, your children are privileged to have grown up with you as a father. My only ache for you was that it was almost impossible for you to sit and actually enjoy the fruits of your labor. You were always worried about others. Truly, there are no two like you. On October 30th 1980, you ushered me into the world. On February 23rd, 2016 God allowed me to usher you out of the world. I bless the Lord for giving you the strength to wait for me. Go and rest my dear father. Till we meet again, never to be separated ever.
~~ Daisy Enoh Avey
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Tribute from Son-in-Law
When I married Daisy, Felix became like a father to me. He visited us in the United States for Thanksgiving in 2013 and again in 2015, where I have a lot of fond memories. I found that we enjoyed many of the same things. I took him to Home Depot, a large warehouse store where one could build a house with, by buying items there. We could spend hours there, dreaming up projects to build. We also shared an affinity to gadgets and electronics; I took Felix to Best Buy, a large store that sells all sorts for electronics, computers, and other gadgets. I enjoyed these moments that were like father-son moments. But most importantly, we shared a common belief in God and his son Jesus. It saddens me to know I won’t see him again in this life, but I do know that he is with God and that I will see him there. And this is such a relief to me, even with all the sorrow, just knowing he is without pain and suffering and gets to be with the Lord. He became like a father to me, but now he is with the Father. He should be remembered firstly as a child of God and as a loving, caring father.
~~ Travis Avey (Son-in-law) _______________________________________________________________
Tribute from Nephew
Our Dear Daddy my uncle;
It is with great honor that I write to thank you for all you have giving to the world you touched. You never stopped working and never cease fighting for a better day.
- Your vision and aspirations were bigger than what we could appreciate but you never stopped working.
- Your love, passion and dedication were so great we could barely appreciate or understand it all as……….
- Your courage to speak up when we all stayed silent, stand-up when we all remained seated, and move forward when we did remained standing were just some of the countless blessings we had through your love for all of us.
We will always remain grateful for all the efforts you gave to make our lives better. Even when the days seem so dark you continued to try to shine the light on us. It is through this light and the wisdom you share with us that I believe we will continue to wonder our way forward without you by our sides. I know you will be watching from above shaking your head saying “I told you so”.
Dear Daddy, our days have suddenly seemed longer and nights shorter as we hope to see your smiling face once again. Our new reality feels to be just a dream that doesn’t seem to have an end. We have too many questions without our steady answer book.
You always had the words to address any subject and logic to make any challenge seem too easy. Your energy never stopped flowing as you worked endlessly to move mountains daily. And with your wisdom, you taught life lessons we could hardly comprehend. We are grateful for all these blessings and will always cherish the moments you shared with all….
It is well….
~~Ntoh O Etta
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Tribute to My Uncle - Felix Enoh-Ebob
My uncle Felix belongs to the heavens now and his spirit walks among those of his dear mother, father and brothers – uncles and aunts and cousins too. As I think of the absolute finality of death and realize that I can no longer speak to him, I rue the missed opportunities – the conversations I could have had with him but never did. I suppose that is the cruelty of death – and life. My uncle is no more and I shall never see or speak to him again. I cannot tell him how much I loved him – nor could I ask him what he thought about one idea or another.
My uncle mattered to me more than any man has in the past and ever will in the future. As I write this, I am yet to properly appreciate quite how I'm feeling. I feel very numb. I know very well that, although dead in flesh and blood, he may somehow live on. It was this same time last year (March 2015) that we talked about the concept of immortality. He said that as we meet different people in that great journey we call life, we impart a little bit of ourselves in them and once we pass on, we never cease to exist because we live in their memory. That, my uncle said, was immortality.
Uncle Felix imparted much too much of himself (good and sarcastic). He gave so much and inspired so many people. He belongs to the world and in the years to come, more and more people will discover and rediscover the huge good and influence that he was. To me, us – the entire family – we lost a man who had a deep, deep reserve of love. We mourn him because we will miss him terribly – because life will never be the same without him. My uncle should have lived a bit longer because he had so much more to give.
FAREWELL FELIX ENOH-EBOB - MY DEAREST UNCLE – MY FATHER'S BELOVED NEPHEW – MY GREATEST IDOL.
LIKE YOU ONCE CONFERRED WITH THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS, MAY YOU NOW WALK WITH THE SPIRITS OF YOUR ANCESTORS.
~~In loving memory, Ozong Etta
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Daddy, you’ve been such an inspiration to my life. Your vision and strength of the spirit has been an important part that has contributed to the building of my person. All of the knowledge acquired from you as the years have passed by, has made me a role model even within my community in France. My children, wife and I will forever miss you. Be very sure as you rest in the Lord that your legacy will continue. We will continue to tell your story, just like you would have expected. As you left, Daisy, Mommy and I knew you were peace with yourself and at peace with God. I know and believe that as all humans, you were just like an ocean-going vessel that did not need to stay in this harbor, no matter how beautiful it was. You had to sail the seas of life. The only thing that could have measured your success would have been your worthiness. For that, daddy, you proved to us that you are worthy. Bertha, the kids and I will forever miss you.
~~ Divine Ebot(Adopted Son)
Paris, France
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Tribute from Hon. Ebot OGORK & Susan OGORK
Felix,
Your sudden death reminds us that our time and plans are worthless if they are not in accordance with God`s calendar. When we met you, Magdalene, Daisy, Ndip and the wife Evelyne, in Boston, our plan was to arrange for more family excursions together. You further confided in us that you will be back within five months. If we now ask you why you have not kept to your promise you will say “God`s time is up“
From our early childhood days in Kembong we have developed, nourished and cherished some common goals and values in life: the love of God, love of family, love of nature, service to humanity and our fatherland. We have shared values of forgiveness, reconciliation, and striving for excellence, and you remain faithful to them.
We will greatly miss the family ‘quality time’ we had together from time to time, the most remarkable being the very last time we met in Boston last year, September 2015. The humorous but remarkable story of your life that you recounted to us when you first left Kembong at an early age, for the “Coast” perched on cocoa bags behind a well loaded Mami Wagon with my wife, Susan and sharing a meal of Koki and plantains and fufu and eru well packaged in plantain leaves by your dear mothers, remains fresh in our minds.
Your hard work, steadfastness, tolerance and drive for excellence have propelled you from your humble beginnings to become one of the most talented and experienced Chemical Engineers in Cameroon. You never stopped reading in search of more knowledge in your field and life in general. Thank you for sharing your library with us
Your love for country and friendship facilitated my duties as a member of Government through your counsel and personal sacrifice and financial contributions made to the development of Manyu and the CPDM party. Occasionally, you sacrificed your health to drive and attend political and economic development meetings in Manyu. I will not forget the moral and financial support you and other goodwill friends gave us for the birth of SWELA during the early 1990 tumultuous political wind of change in Cameroon.
We ever remain indebted to your service as one of the pioneer Board Members of Cameroon Deaf Empowerment Organization that owns and runs Ephphatha Institute for the Deaf Kumba, eloquent proof of your love of service to humanity.
Our dear friend and brother, we thank you for confiding in us and seeking our advice whenever you thought it necessary. We remain friends of the family you have left behind.
Felix, Adieu.
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Tribute from Long time Friend and Protege
Hence ends one chapter of a friendship spanning close to four decades and continues to live on in the bond between our children. We bless God for knowing you and having you in our lives, and thank Him for taking you through these last difficult times with dignity. We bless God for granting you peace and freedom. Go to your Maker and take your rest knowing that you have left behind a legacy to be proud of. A legacy of being meticulous and rejecting mediocrity. We will miss our long drawn out conversations and arguments. We will miss your sharp mind and your ability to read avidly and carry on a discussion on virtually any subject. Goodbye farmer, horticulturist, builder, electrical engineer, petroleum engineer. Goodbye our multi-talented friend.
Adieu Felix
~~Dan and Eyere Takor
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Tribute to a Great-man, a father and friend!
Uncle Enoh-Ebob, you have been ever present in our lives over the last 2 decades despite your hectic schedule. More-so after your friend; our father; left us.
For your strength, love and devotion shown us; we will remain forever grateful. You always inquired how each of us was doing, ensured we were well.
Emade says “thank you for all the career guidance and support. You always made things possible”
The Boys-Koge, Kolle, Ngole & Ekane- say "thank you for being a true friend to our father. In his absence you became ever more present. You and Aunty have never held back on your love and support showering us with gifts."
Mesode says "thank you for being a real father, treating me with equal love and firmness worthy of ‘Daisy’s Twinny’ that I am. I am saddened that we did not have as much time as we hoped. But I thank God for the life you lived, all we shared and all you gave us. Only God knows why it all happened this way. I thank God for the hours spent with you on the 15th & 17th February 2016 with Mami. The fact that you did not want me to leave your side broke my heart. But I pleaded to you that I will return…. And I did with Daisy. We had a rendezvous in Limbe…. But you did not make it…. I waited…prepared food… then the news hit me’ But as a Child of God I can only say ‘All is well!!’
You fought the good fight and ran your race splendidly. May you rest in peace with your God. May your legacy live on through your children and grand-children.
Greet your friend and brother; Ray Ejedepang Koge for us. You all should rest but continue to watch over us. You will never be forgotten.
~~From the Children of Late Chief RAE Koge
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Adieu My Friend and Brother
Felix a second darkness has fallen on my family. A mustard tree from Kembong has been felled by the wicked cold hands of death. What is life?
Thanks for telling the devil ‘shame! shame! You have succeeded in killing the flesh but not the soul.’
That is why your last breath went with the name Jesus. To God be the glory.
In this world there are very few persons like you. ‘Service above self’
I wish sickness and death acknowledged this. They would have appreciated this by letting you enjoy the fruits of your labour at your prime age. You did what The Lord led you to do. Thank God for the vision he bestowed upon you. You never closed your eye on the orphans, widows, less privileged and needy etc.
Our human pillar has fallen. It is painful but we rejoice because his soul is with the Saints.
I thank God for making it possible for the visit that we made on the 15th February 2016 And the scenario that took place. As if God was telling me those were my last moments with you. We loved you dearly, the vacuum created only my ‘best friends’ can occupy. Your death has put salt into my old wounds but with the ‘Balm of Gilead’ everything will be fine in Jesus name. Rev 14:13
(Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”)
Felix you toiled and taught many how to ‘catch fish’. You have left your footprints in the sands of time. Your legacy will never be forgotten. Continue to send that your love down on us. God loves you most that is why He decided to relieve you of the physical pain. He did not want your soul to be contaminated that is why his door was opened for you on that destined day-23 February 2016-to be ushered in by the Angels.
Pass on our best greetings to my husband; Chief RAE Ejedepang Koge; your friend and brother .We miss you. Rest in the bosom of the Lord. Good night.
~~Mrs Doreen Ejedepang Koge
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My Daddy number 2,
I knew this day would come, but I didn't think it would come so soon. I'm sitting here wondering how to express my love and gratitude in a few sentences, and it seems so impossible. Two days ago I went past à huge mug in the supermarket, and it just made the pain worse - I remembered your 'combo' which had to be full to the brim with tea every morning. My biggest regret so far this year, is not getting the chance to let you know I missed you and loved you, and now it's too late. I pray that I can make you proud in my own little way, and till we meet again, I'll remain your 'Yukie'.
~~Ayuk Takor,
Jo'burg, SA
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It is an honor to have this opportunity to pay tribute to Mr. Enoh-Ebob Felix. Your sudden demise has left family, friends and well-wishers sad. For those of us for whom you were a mentor, we relied on your resourcefulness and leadership. I admired your humanity, sense of humor, and indomitable drive. It is sad that you left us abruptly, but I am proud of the grit and stoicism with which you fought your last battle; and will therefore fondly remember you as a man of courage. In life, I will remember you as a visionary leader and compassionate man. But what I will miss most is the opportunity to experience your simplicity and warmth, and the quiet joy & pleasure I used to witness you enjoy while you mowed your lawn, trimmed your shrubs, plant your flowers and crops, excitedly rushing to local bookstores to pick up books on aromatherapy, and an eclectic range of other topics. Your subtle playful mischief, and passionate conversations. It is great to have known you. Farewell.
~~ Jubilant (Juby) Ako
California, USA
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A Tribute from Ekume Ejagham Social Group: To a fallen Father, Brother and Friend, ENOH Ebob Felix
Yes, our people have always been right when they say “Emangha areh emangha, eku areh eku” (illness is illness and death is death). Who could have seen it coming, when you did not attend our January 2016 meeting that exceptionally held on the 23rd January 2016 instead of the 9th which was the usual second Saturday of the month? Your bizarre absence was a cause for concern and that is why the business of the day could not be concluded without the house asking for where Felix was and what was happening to “Ma Helen” as we often jokishly referred to your dear wife Aunty Meg? When the President called you and put the phone on “speaker”, we were all reassured by your strong voice. Even though we sent the Limbe brethrens to stop by your house before returning to their various homes, we thought we were just showing concern and that all will be well. We never could have imagined for once that, that was to be the last constituted delegation of Ekume members that will ever meet with you again. Of course your last meeting being the 12th December 2015 meeting, that you did not only host us, but also chaired the entire deliberations.
When we heard at the February meeting (13th) that you had just returned from India for medical attention and was still in Douala but shall be coming home in the course of the week, there was no need to be worried because we truly believed you were indeed coming home. Little did we know that you were actually on your way home to your Heavenly Father.
Yes! “Illness is illness and Death is death”. That dark Tuesday night of 23rd February will never be forgotten by Ekume members when the calls started coming in, carrying the message of your demise. That was when it dawned on us that we were dealing with death and not illness. Death has knocked at our door again, and we took no notice. Ah! What could we have done anyway? It was indeed death and not illness. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Oh yes! We shall all fade away like the stars of the morning. Of course there is something we can remember. We all can remember the SSL saga and how the survival of Ekume was seriously threatened. As a founding member, you refused to abandon the sinking ship. Many Ejagham elites jumped out of the boat, but rather you used your wise counseling to rally a few willing troops to press on. You took it like a personal challenge and went on a membership drive to bring in young Ejagham sons and daughters, not hesitating to even bring back some of the old members who had left. Your call was always “how can we abandon an association that identifies us to our own tribe and origin just because we have lost a few millions FCFA”? You often reminded us that there will be times when we shall fall, but what we must do is to try not to fall, and when it happens, we should learn to get up and move on. It is that spirit that has enabled Ekume to reconstitute and form a new group which is now marching on. We shall forever remain indebted to you for your contributions to Ekume Ejagham, Past and New.
We will certainly miss your wise counsel and rock solid commitment. You were not just a true soldier, but a General. Ekume will forever live to remember your works.
May your Gentle soul rest in the bosom of the Lord, as you depart from us on this second Saturday of March (meeting day of Ekume of Ekume Ejagham).
~~Ekume! Ekume Ejagham, Ekume! Ekume Ejagham.
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I was in real shock to see you go. It happened so fast that at the moment, it is hard to mourn you. I will always love and cherish the time we spent together daddy. Though God wanted a hard working hand to rest, you spirit will live on forever in my heart.
Adieu my Hero
~~Benem Etta
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Uncle, your illness and final departure came as a shock to us all. This reminds me that life is nothing. God saw that you were getting tired, and a cure was not forth coming. So he put his arms around you and whispered come to me.
“Achah Kasara” as you fondly call me will be missed. Your advice and words of encouragement gave me strength especially at the job site and other aspects of life.
You have played your part so well. The heart stopped beating, hardworking and untiring hands have gone to rest, yet your legacy is left with us. As we mourn for you we know you are resting at the lovely bosom of The Almighty.
See you later.
~~Bessem Ayuk
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Daddy, you were more like a father to me. The news of your death was and is still a living nightmare to me. You will no longer be around to tell me the stories and advice only you could give. Your departure has created a big vacuum in our lives. Rest in peace
~~Ibe Reginald
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A TRIBUTE TO AN HOUNOURABLE UNCLE
In raising me,
You used a firm hand
But tempered it with love
In raising me,
You used discipline
But kept the boundaries consistent
In raising me,
You demanded a lot
But demanded more of yourself
In raising me,
You taught me morality
And how to develop my own
In raising me
I never doubted the love
Even with the words rarely said.
In raising me,
You led by example
One I was proud to follow.
In raising me,
You heard what others said
But did things your own way.
In raising me,
You taught me honor
And I hold that teaching stiff.
In raising me,
You did your best
In your eyes and in mine.
In raising me,
You showed me you
And the memory of you shines
In loving memory of you my Father, my uncle
~~OBEN CHARLES ENOW
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DAD IN HEAVEN
Dear Dad in Heaven
I sit here and I ponder how very much
I’d like to talk to you today
There are so many things
That we didn’t get to say
I know how much you care for me
And how much I care for you,
I know I will miss you much.
An Angel came and called your name
And took you by the hand and said
Your place was ready in Heaven, far above….
And you had to leave behind,
all though you dearly loved
You had so much to live for; you had so much to do…
It still seemed impossible, that God was taking you.
And though your life on earth is past,
and heaven it starts anew
You’ll live for all eternity, just as God has promised you.
Adieu! Adieu till we meet again on the last day to part no more.
~~Martin EbotEtta
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TRIBUTE TO MY FRIEND AND BROTHER FELIX ENOH EBOB
Felix, class of 65, my classmate for 5 years in PSS Mbonge Road Kumba.
Arguably in the elite group of students to go through PSS. Not only was he gifted with witty intellect he had an unusual stamina and appetite for reading – he could read all night, would insist we take turns reciting the notes back and forth until they became second nature. There were key words… he would say “up thrust” and you had to respond “equals the weight of water displaced” for chemistry and so on.
He spoke very little of his parents but we knew he had an uncle, spent some time with relatives in Douala and spoke French in form 2; back then that was impressive even though he didn’t dance ‘rock’ like the others who spent holidays in Douala and would frustrate us with marks on the bathroom floor you had to align your steps to, to learn rock.
We didn’t see much of each other for around 15 years but when I returned home I saw he had become the professional we all knew he was going to be. Very approachable and generous to his classmates and Kupexsans in general.
When we had lunch for the last time last December while I was home for the holidays he reminded me of a conversation we had in form 5 as we prepared for the GCE..“How many papers should we knock”, he asked; I said “well you go first” and he said “10”. I smiled at him, knowing he would but said “while you are knocking those 10 papers let me knock down the lyrics of the latest Otis Redding song because the Herrings are booked for the Bay Saloon VA- Limbe right after the exams”. That lunch was in the restaurant of the former Bay Saloon. There was no indication of illness.
Felix, always ahead of the pack; gone ahead along the road we all must travel.
What a huge loss!
To Meg and the children…God will keep you strong.
~~Hope Sona Ebai
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