JOSHUA MALABAN BATCHA
  • 54 years old
  • Date of birth: Oct 2, 1939
  • Place of birth:
    Mbu, SANTA, Cameroon
  • Date of passing: Oct 2, 1993
  • Place of passing:
    BAMENDA, NORTHWEST, Cameroon
MEMORIAL SERVICE & CORONATION OF 'CHOPCHAIR' CEREMONY DECEMBER 17 - 18, 2015 @ SANTA CAMEROON

DECEMBER 17 and  18  2015 @ SANTA CAMEROON

This is in memory of our father Papa JOSHUA MALABAN BATCHA the LORD GOD called to live with him ETERNALLY on October 2, 1993.
We will remember him forever for his immeasurable love and commitment to us his children and to mankind.

 

Memorial Tributes
This tribute was added by Pride Nji Muma on 2nd October 2016

"As a student you taught  me a very simple but soul touching lesson when you visited me in day school and had a conversation with most of my instructors and i was loaded for the lunch break. Knowing that non of my day school friends ever had their parents or uncle(s) do that; i have always known since then, that you were different, and i try every day to replicate some of these little but important lessons. Rest In Peace Uncle."

This tribute was added by Roseline Batcha on 2nd October 2016

"Dear Papa
I miss you so much. Your little girl has grown into a woman.
She has a daughter who feels sad everyday because she hasn't  the chance to see you and to talk to you. She asks of you every now and then. She tells me she wants to go to heaven and see you. How I wish she could have had a chance of knowing you and benefiting from your teachings and philosophies like I did. I promise to pass it on to her and all the Batcha kids and all kids I get a chance to.
I will do my best to keep your legacy alive.

Papa, it's hard to leave a tribute for you, light a candle, lay a flower and even writing this note. What a father you were. What can I say Papa?
You are the best dad I could ever have. Thank you for being my father, thank you for being who you were to all who got a chance of knowing you. Thank you cos I can use your name as a pass when ever and where ever I think it will be of help. Thank you papa for being a wonderful and special father.

I love you and I have to try not to shed a tear and to always stand up for myself. Papa you will be in my heart for ever.
Love you Paddyman"

This tribute was added by Jackie Batcha-Anyu on 25th February 2016

"My Dear Father,
Oh how I miss you. You were my rock. I thought as I grew older the pain of your loss will be better. Oh how wrong I was. I feel the pain of loosing you at such an early age and the void it left in the family even more now. I see you all the time in my dreams. I hope you are proud of  us. After more than 22 years since you left us, Mum has managed through the grace of God to raise us. How empty life is without you. Thank you for all your sacrifices and your generosity of spirit. I strive everyday to be just 1% of who you were. You will forever be in my heart. I really miss you"

This tribute was added by Alice Deffo on 10th December 2015

"Papa, I knew from a very young age that you were a very important person because of the respect and honor my mother gave you even though you were her younger brother. Mama always referred to you as Neigh Sango, Neigh Sango Batcha, or Nei Malah (and I never knew the whole name was Malaban - until now), and one could tell from the way she said those different appellations that she truly honored her father. The Great Neigh Sango!

Papa, I remember the very distinct laughter resonating from the house or coming down the hill at Mamie Grace's, the long and merry conversations which run far into the night, and so on. I can say that the way you related to family made me a family-loving-person, but i always wondered whether we - our generation could ever show that kind of love and continue your legacy of family love ties!!! I somehow feel that the same joy you shared with your family now continues up there in heaven, where I believe you have all reunited. My regards to THEM!!!

Papa, you were the father to the fatherless, you always stood in the gap for fathers for your nieces and nephews, and i believe siblings also. I remember with gratitude how you gave me the money for GCE registration without questions.Thanks Papa, I tried my best and I believe you would have been proud....

Papa, may your memory live for ever!
Papa, may your children receive the blessings from your good works!
May what you believed in, and stood for in life continue to infinity.
May YOU ALL look down on us from above with that LOVE."

This tribute was added by George Ndang on 3rd December 2015

"AS IF THAT 1993 IS THIS 2015 WE ARE ROUNDING UP,
I still see the everlasting Horticulturist and lover of nature  Pa  Stanley, Pa Oneal , Pa Jacky, Pa Katy, Pa Aya, Pa Egra and  Grand Pa Ndang as was called that time instead of Papa Joshua Batcha, just  because of his famous children well brought up by him.
Pa I still see you planting your trees and flowers around the house, sweeping , greeting and accepting greetings from us as we pass by to Nacho.
Now I see you planting same trees and flowers in God's kingdom preparing to receive us again.
One lesson still fresh in my memory I learnt from you  was ,
As you plant a tree then you have  planted your life and shared your  live and love eternally.

Your  bodily departure in 1993 still left us  with your active spirit of love as we still watch  some of your trees and flowers blooming around the world as sign of love.
I still feel your last hand shake to us under the rocky mountains of Bamenda up station where friends of Stanley came to pray for your health.
But because God's love and favor was more on your side that time  than us,  
  God  called you as his chosen horticulturist  to  continue your mission by him while he make his face shine upon you, give you peace and happy life  everlasting till we meet again.
FOR EVER AND EVER AMEN."

This tribute was added by Achu Frida on 30th November 2015

"Grand pa, I never really had the chance to spent time with you but from the stories I heared You are definitely a perfect definition of a grand dad. I know you are sitting with God now and watching over us. We will do our utmost best to follow in your foot steps and you will for ever live in our hearts. RIP."

This tribute was added by Blessing Ndang on 25th November 2015

"My dear uncle. I can not help smile when I think about you. You had a gentle disposition and a permanent smile that could calm the Buea Mountain. you were the greatest peace lover and peace maker. A true gentleman."

This tribute was added by DORIS MOFOR on 25th November 2015

"On behalf of Ndiforbe (Pa Jac Mofor and kids)         Nein Batcha   as a dear brother  and big right back in the days  of growing up in  Meforbe and  in CPC  Bali.   You stood like an example of hardwork  and generosity. A  lover of culture and tradition  and a good dad. More so a teacher. Unfortunately you left us so soon but  your memories and values live for ever. This can be clearly seen in your children. As we remember your life and good works ,we thank God for all  the blessings and his continous guidance and protection on your family and  the  entire Meforbe famly.  Though gone Bro ,but your candle  keeps on burning in our hearts forever......."

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to neigh Sango.  by Asongwed Tendo(Grand Niece).

I remember this papa who used to come from Bamenda, we called him Neigh Nsangou. He had a real impressive statue. He was very good humored and fun to be with.

The last I saw of him was in 1985 or 86. I was only a child but I used to marvel at how tall, strong and good looking he was. I don't know why, but in those days something about him made me feel he was a hero in the family. I never got to see him again but I eventually learnt that he fell ill and lost his robustness!

Yes life has a way of taking away even those who look unshakable! Neigh Nsangou you will forever be in our hearts!

Evelyne Asongwed Tendo(Grand Niece)."

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Grand father by Mbanwi Stanley Batcha (Grand Son)

It has been said that the best dads get promoted to grandpas. Grandfathers are good listeners, good storytellers, and most importantly, good friends. They are always there to laugh and play with their grandkids and even console them when necessary.

Grandfathers are also often the source of sage advice, a benefit of their many years of experience. One thing is for sure, the love of a grandfather is a unique treasure that is never forgotten by their grandchildren.

Its so unfortunate you left before I came to this world, but is like you knew I was coming because you thought my siblings alot, so did they pass on your teachings to me.

Grandpa where ever you are ,know we miss you. RIP

Mbanwi Stanley Batcha (Grand Son)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Uncle by Joan Nchang

Papa was a great man and amazing father. He was someone I could always go to and someone I always depended on. He was also my dear friend. I am so thankful for the time I had with him on this earth and many memories that I always cherish. The examples he left us with was to live a life full of charity, to love all and he exemplified this in his life time.

May your bosom soul rest in peace.
Your daughter Joan Nchang (niece)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to Neih Batcha Joshua Malaban
by
Philip Fusang Nji-ee Asongwed (Nephew)


Uncle, time and space don't permit me express that feeling of emptiness your passing unto glory threw us in. When ever, my thoughts linger on that odious day my eyes became wet, but quickly got dried up as I reminded myself that you are with our lord Jesus Christ, whose death on the cross opened us the gate into His Fathers Kingdom.

Uncle, you taught me many things in life which were amongst others:  truthfulness, courage, endurance humility and above all, positive and logical thinking. I have learnt to abide to your teachings and pray God to unite this family of yours to be more united and above all, endowed with love, forbearance and mutual respect for family values.

As we commemorate your life, uncle, we also call on God Almighty  to give to your ‘Jineuhp” those characteristics of yours so that he may be able to care for this large family of yours (your children and those of your brothers and sisters).

Uncle, we miss you! RIP
Philip Fusang Nji-ee Asongwed (Nephew)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"To The Father-In-Law I Never Met by Juliet Ndofor-Batcha

How wonderful it is to pen down a few words to you dad. The process of growing up is full of learning curves and I have had to accept the fact that I will not have the luxury of knowing you.

However, it was important for me to ask some questions which could enable me build a profile of the person you were so here are some of the things I was told;

1.    You were very hardworking
2.    You were a teacher. Always relentlessly educating your children and those around you.
3.  You were generous

Our African tradition teaches us of the power of the name so In your honor, there is now a Joshua Malaban Batcha. I pray that he grows up to mirror those same values you held. I also pray that all of your children, and grandchildren will live lives which will be nothing short of the legacy you have left.

Much love,

Your daughter-in-law

Juliet Ndofor Batcha"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to Grand Pa, by Ashu Mabanwi

Grand Pa,

I was fortunate to have been born when you were still there, but unfortunately, I did not get a chance to know you personally. Yet, it is wonderful to know you were a lover of so many things like; agriculture, chatting with family members, teaching children and always giving a helping hand.

I really wish I had that opportunity to be taught and groomed by you, never the less, 22 years have passed and we all miss you greatly. Farewell to you grand pa, and I pray the good Lord God continues to keep you right next to him.

RIP
Your grand son
Mbanwei Ashu"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to My Grand Father- by Karl Ndang Batcha

It’s hard to imagine you've been gone these many years. Just yesterday I remember being asked to come say farewell.  Choosing instead to watch TV and play I came reluctantly.  Maybe choosing to watch TV was my unwillingness to say goodbye or maybe just a child wanting to play.  Whatever the circumstance, the magnitude of that moment wasn’t realized till much later.

The passing of my grandfather, father, friend was devastating and till today still brings a lot of sadness.  I often wonder what life would be like with him around.  The lessons missed, trips not taken, and words of wisdom unheard.  When I'm told, "your grandfather wouldn't like this- especially when I got dread locks or a tattoo", I often wondered why and try to seek understanding or reason with him as much as I can. Now that I am older, I realized that it was because he was a simple man, very kind and most humble person you could ever have known

Pa Joshua Malaban Batcha, Pa Batcha was a wonderful man. He had a fun love for nature and all the wonderful things earth provided.  I particularly enjoyed our outdoor times the most. Even though you are no longer with us, your presence is felt through your children and grandchildren.  Your dedication to education and learning can be seen in my mum, uncles, aunts especially Auntie Katty and Auntie Ruth who chose careers in teaching.  Their passion for teaching is evident not only in being teachers in schools but also patiently they taught us how to read and write at home.  In Uncle Stanley, you can see the dedication to culture, history and family traditions which stems from your love for family and deep belief in history and cultural heritage. These are just a few examples and situations that I see you are still being present and part of my life today. I

will always love and miss you but I know that where ever I got you are watching over me. Continue to Rest in Peace Grand PA.

With Love
Karl NDANG BATCHA"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tributes to my Grand Father
by Ngoh Durrel Mbanwi


I can’t believe it has been years since you died grand pa. Time flies and sometimes it seems as if it doesn’t, for the gap your death created is still there. Your kids and all your grandkids miss you so much. There is a lot to say not enough words to express it all.

We all will answer one day to Gods call and then we will be chance to see you again. Grand Dad all your grand baby’s, some you lived with, some you never met and I think there will be a good many!!!! We will all live in your true values as a real legacy to you..

Love you granddad. RIP    

Mbanwei Durrel (Grand Son)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Grand Dad
by Mbanwei Durreline Engwari (Grand Daughter)

Beloved Grand Pa,
I remain forever grateful to the lord God Almighty father for the privilege and honor to being a part of your family because you were such an adorable and excellent grandfather. We spent such a short time together and you left when I was quite young, but all the stories and testimonials I get from my mom, my dad, Big mami, aunties, uncles and other people only add up to making me feel blessed being a part of your legacy. Some of the lessons my mom instills in us as a ‘pass it on’ from you is making me a better person today.

OH… how I would have longed to have more of you. REST IN PEACE BIG PAPA

Mbanwei Durreline Engwari (Grand Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my uncle...... by Elisabeth Achu- Njong


Memories from my finest and best uncle and friend……
You taught me this poem so many years ago and asked me to make it a foot stole and life’s guide…..

The forest tree that stands alone….
Though deep and huge and rooted fast…
Unable long to bear the blast,
By furious winds has overthrown.

So too, the man alone who stands
By lacking aid four stout alike
Stands struck to earth by furious hands has overthrown

But kings’ men safe and true remain
Like lotus flowers in blooming sprite
Who firmly each in each support
And each in each support obtain

Ma Elisabeth Njong (Niece)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Uncle by Mumgwe Achu Zacchious

Dear Papa,
Decades have rolled past like seconds yet your memory has not the least faded. Your broad smile, calm and self-consoling face still faces me squarely.

I remember you always because you were one of the primary architects of what I am today. You were also the incarnate of my grandfather who has been my role –model till today.

When I looked at the united family you left behind breaking into pieces I weep and wish you were still here. May God use this ceremony to fasten the cords of unity amongst us.

Let your memory live on.
RIP
Mumgwe Achu Zacchious (Beloved Nephew)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Best Brother by Esther Muma (sister)

As the last  born of the family ; I was swimming among my brothers and sisters as a fish in the water I never knew that  I could  one day be left all alone, no sister ; no brother.. If i knew i could be asking things that concerned this family as fast as i could.
We had love among ourselves you especially you were like my husband and a friend to me.

It all started as a joke when u took ill at the Bamenda regional hospital from there we left to BBH Banso and from BBH we finally came to Bamenda where u decided to park your loads. What a painful moment I experienced in my life; but God has a reason why.

The vacuum that you left in my heart can never be filled.  Each time I am faced with a difficulty I think of you because you were always there with a solution in times of trouble and happy moments………………. You will remain in my heart forever. Good bye big brother.

ESTHER MUMA (Sister)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my  Father, Uncle and Friend, by Nji Pride Muma

Hey Josh,
Ten years after you transitioned, i became a "fisher of men” and was the most proud of that batch because it did not only reiterate some of your values, but by some coincidence was named The Joshua Batch.

Very reminiscent is your haven worn your blue "fishers of men" jumper / jacket and heading for the weekly Bible study and then ended up nowhere close to the church because you were stocked, not far from home, teaching some unknown kid how to write something or how to do some assignment; a thing which you did not even planned. And then, of course, how you transformed my "fowl's crash" writing into some legible sentences from "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" through re - writing the same in cursives, loops or fantasy; something alien to lots of my peers ( writing styles). Your versatility with subjects from English to French, History to Chemistry or from Physics to religion et al., as you showed us the ropes marvels me till this date.

Fifteen years after you, I harkened to your kid sister's (Na'ah) incessant call to get myself a "helper". We were blessed with a son and I couldn't help but give him my hero's name - Malaban. Yes - MY HERO; you embodied so much and drove it through with the most gentle methods for a man of our society. You didn't spare the rod but you never used it either. Your idea of discipline and how to apply it on kids empowered us then, even though private, mission and public schools are still doing it wrong today. Your ninety degree angle 15 minutes or 20 minutes punishment in the place of "fallanga bastinado”;  speaks volumes as to your mastery of life.

However much I claim to know you, I’m often in awe when i hear about you from your own kid sister - Na'ah. The huskiness in her voice and the passion will leave anyone jealous for a brother they didn't have. I have seen the family love you did so well to impart on us in the fluid correlation that perspires whenever Abu Njih's children gather.

Your steps where always measured because you knew we were watching  and bore the falsehood that you hadn't other important things to do; yet you had time for everything. 22 years after completing your race, which we bear testimony as to how faithfully you ran it, you are and will always be my reference point.

May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace, not only because of His blood on Calvary for us but because you walked the talk. Till we meet to part no more, Adieu mon hero !

Loads of love Mangwi, Malaban, Ben and Nji (Nephew & family)."

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to My Dad by Egra  Batcha (Daughter)

I’ve been debating for several months now on how I could share something so deeply personal, and each time I couldn’t get to it. But finally I came to the grips with the inevitable. I’m doing so now, more or less as some therapy for me, cos losing you Papa; my father,  has been a great loss…(it’s always been like…Oh! wake me up when it’s all over..).  How can it ever be all over, how can it ever be all over…. , when memories of the pain I saw you pass through is still so fresh, and the emptiness you created in me, my siblings, our kids and Mami hunts us every now and then….

There’s nothing worse in this world than watching someone you love so much slowly slip away and not being able to do a thing about it.  I prayed and asked God to give you peace and a week after you died. I did not know what to do. I tried being strong….though young at the time. 10 years after, I had a dream with a replay of everything that happened during the funeral. That’s when I came to terms with accepting I should grieve, for truly Papa, you were never going to be with us, you were gone and I should live in the real world. YOU always encouraged me to be a strong person….

Well the good news is; Papa, your memory and guidance has never left me….  It keeps me going on and I promised amidst all, I will follow in your footsteps…

I remember the nights you stayed up with me, so I could not be scared to study for my test or exams. How you taught me how to take care of myself as a woman when you knew I had my first period……How many fathers can sign such fatherhood pledges….?. How you encouraged me in my every move and made it a point to instill excellence in me and deep respect for others. No matter how best I was in school, you made me know I could do better. True, sometimes I hated this cos being in the honor roll in class was no super thing to you. You checked my areas of weaknesses and hit hard on them. I still have this consciousness in me. You told me because of all the kids, family responsibilities you could only become a specialist in conservation. A conservator you were, a father and husband you truly were…..

Dear Papa,
A special Dad is hard to find,
You paddy man I'm keeping in my mind,
I wished you could have stayed forever,
But I will never forget you oh no, not ever.

If dreams weren't dreams and all dreams come true,
You wouldn't be there U'd be with us.
Death is one thing that keeps us apart,
But Papa, you will always remain in my heart.

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

I miss you so incredibly much, and wish you were here to see everything I’ve been doing.  I’m hoping you are proud of your daughter, as you definitely were an influence on her life. I know you’re still with me as I feel your presence, but it’s just not the same here anymore without you.  Mom misses you too, we all miss you, but we try to be strong for each other as I know that’s what you would have wanted.

You were such a down to earth person and to me the simplest person, I know.  You were a jack of all trades and could make, facilitate, babysit, cook, clean, teach, sing, paint, plant or fix just about anything.  You loved teaching and passion for environmental issues.  I guess that’s where I got my passion from

I am following in your footsteps and would have loved to dedicate my Doctorate to you during this memorable time, but for a funny system in Cameroon that knows how to let things drag on and on. I have attained what I know you Dad will be proud of me. I am near completion of the PhD you told me to have, since you were never chanced to have had. My drive deep inside to having this is you.

My daughter, Gaby Ufey,  asks me every time about you and what it would have been like knowing you….Ooh papa, she doesn’t even know what she misses. Anyways I try to pass it on……

How can I say a few words that do justice to all of the years of love and strength that you Papa gave us?  I hope that the real tribute to you ‘Paddy man’, as we always called you, will be the actions of my (our) lives -- that we are a testament to the love and lessons that you instilled in us all! ……you should have been here with us Papa. God loves you more, for I know you are right there with him.

I love you! Papa may your soul rest in peace
RIP
Egera Batcha (Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"A tribute to my one and only dad ... by Aya Batcha (Daughter)

A tribute to my one and only dad, hero, role model, teacher among other positive attributes because I know you encompasses them all. Dad, it's been lots of years since your passing and it seems like yesterday.

When you passed on to be with The Lord Almighty, I was just a young teenager. We were in the process of solidifying our father - daughter relationship, friendship and bond. I was beginning to know who I am and what this journey called life is all about.

When you fell sick it was especially devastating and overwhelming to me. I also remember how distressing it was for you too because you had told me how you wanted to buy in time so that you could spend more time with us, provide for our needs because you knew there was no one to fill in that responsibility.

I also remember when it became apparent to you that you would leave us, you told me not to leave your bedside and that if I get sent to do any chores, I should do it and immediately return to your bedside. I was too young and naive and I blew it. I do believe you gave me the blessings and have stood by me through the years.

Dad I also remember when I was having difficulties registering for schooling in the United States you came in my dream, took me and registered me in one school. When I woke up the next morning, I decided to go register and when I got there the process was so easy and smooth.

You did what you were supposed to do and exceeded expectations in teaching us life’s lessons, directing and molding us to what you desired was the best for us. I am grateful that you are my father and forever I will be grateful. When I walk back memory lane I say to myself wow... You were amazing and so advanced for our time. You had the insight and wisdom to look at things in a different light as compared to how other parents did. You were a family man and a down to earth serving person.

I am just proud of you and excited to tell it to all. Dad for your legacy, as a child I had promised myself that when I grow up, I will place myself in a position that I could advocate for the sick especially those in pain and in circumstances that no one knows better or be able to advocate for. I have finally got to that position and I will follow it through.

Dad we are here to celebrate your life and to give ourselves the reassurance that you are resting completely..    RIP                                                                                                      
Aya (Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"O’Neil’s tribute to Dad

Losing my father has been one of the most difficult experiences in my life. Today, I realize how fortunate I am to have had you Papa, and how I long to still have you here with me as my father and mentor. Not enough words can express the influence you had over my life. It is through your examples that I learned and have grown to be the father that I am today. You, my father were a hardworking, strong, loving and gentle person. You loved your family and were deeply devoted to my mom and to me and my siblings.

As a child I reminiscence a lot of memories and would mention a few important ones. You were so versed in every subject; be it the Arts or in the Sciences. Teaching us was a daily routine and most of the times we went to sleep later than our usual bedtime. BUT guess what, it has paid out cos we are in a better place now all because of your relentless efforts. Kids around the neighborhood got scared sometimes when they saw you, especially during their play hours or when they were visiting, because you always posed educative questions and challenged them with the right answers. Now some of them thank me because of the knowledge you imparted on them and say how lucky they were to know you.

I remember one time I asked my mommy why you Papa worked so much? She looked at me and said; that's who your father is and I hope you can be as hard-working as him when you grow up. I just walked away and smiled cos I knew I would follow his lead but I cannot come close to his mileage of perfection and hard work.

My Dad woke up every day as early as 5 a.m. and did gardening and cleaning around before any of us got up from bed. Even when he was sick, he still went to work. He truly believed that if one worked hard, treated people right and with some favor from God, life could truly be rewarding. Although you my dad may never had said it out loud, I know that you were so proud of your children and would be now, given that we all have grown up into responsible adults.

I can feel you in the air, though you are gone, I know your fatherly protection and spirit still reigns. I have your face tattooed on my right biceps to show how much I love you. I know if you were alive, you will disapprove of the paintings on my skin. Words can’t express all what I shared with you or have as memories of you……but one thing I can't leave out….. I remember when each time you received your monthly salary, you called the entire household for a sit together and you distributed the funds accordingly to our different needs; starting with mom, then us the children.

WHAT A REAL DADDY YOU WERE……
HOW LUCKY I AM TO BE YOUR SON……

YOU showed strength and love right up to your last days with us. I hope that one DAY when I am no more, my children can look back; tell funny stories about me and also express how I loved them as you loved us….. Then like you my father, I would have led a complete life.

Oniel Batcha (son)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"LETTER TO MY HERO …By Stanley Batcha (Son)

Dear father, I guess you will agree with me that It has never been any easy task to capture the life of someone in a few paragraphs; talk less of a father; one with a rare uniqueness, like yours. Words fall short of painting your true essence, what you stood for and what you could die to defend. In this instance, they fall so far below the mark that I feel it is almost futile to try. BUT you as full of humility as you were, always refused to take credit for anything big or small …giving the honor to God Almighty.

Papa I am writing you this letter, to let you know that you are the one and only. That you are my hero, That I am very proud of the quality live you lived as a father, as a husband, a brother, a leader, a neighbor and a servant of the state and as a servant of God. I am more proud about the wonderful things people say about you. You assured me to use your name anytime wherever I go and favor will surely come my way. That was the confidence of a righteous man who had no beef with anyone. I have employed your name and I have seen the gain, thank you.

You prayed and committed your projects in the hands of God trusting that only through the Lord can success be achieved. You are the kindest of persons and the finest of gentlemen. Most who knew you will agree with me that you lavished your kindness in a unique way. You were kind with your money, time, knowledge, as well as your courage. Your kindness was non-discriminatory on any line, and was not based on personal relationships or familiarity. You were selfless. You are the most down to earth person who ever existed. You stayed very polite and respectful even to your own children. You had a listening ear and people always came to you for advice on just any topic. You always told the truth, no matter whom it was going to hurt, even yourself.

Your sense of humor was huge. All the jokes you created even about your own self. You said laughter was food and medicine to the soul… Papa there you go … living before our time…science has now proven that laughter is medicine indeed. I remember vividly the sound of your signature laughter Hahahahahahahaha! How I miss it.

Papa, you thought me so much. A lot comes to mind when I reminiscence. From basic simple things like A, B, C or Long Division… to more complex ones…like Taxonomy or quadratic equations….

You volunteered in teaching students (neighbors and relatives) and getting them ready for exams. You took time to go over the school work for those under your care. You took time to teach and introduced new books to us. Papa, you did live before your time when it comes to education. You had a personal relationship with your children’s teachers so you could follow up on our progress.  

I remember a big yellow book of about 300 pages titled THE FUNDAMENTALS OF LOGIC that you pushed me to read every evening. I was only 9 years old then and still in primary school. Everyone thought you were crazy to do this, even my own mother too. Behold, that was the beginning of my journey to become a successful IT professional. I thank you for your vision and courage.

Your teaching was not only academic. You taught me many life’s skills: different ways of–lacing my shoes, making a knot for my tie, splitting wood, planting trees, painting our house, washing myself, renovating wooden furniture, working on the farm and even how to cook in a way as to preserve the nutrients in food. You taught me how to do step dance and waltz and how to appreciate classical music and Jazz music. You thought me the staff and sol-fa notations in music; unfortunately I never really took interest. You taught me how to sing, at least the songs found in your red sankee…( Secret Songs and solos). I remember our singing as family most evenings…

Your respect for the environment; both fauna and flora still amazes me till date. You declared war on the use and careless disposal of plastic bags at a time when no one was talking about the concept of soil preservation and recycling. You had to reprimand anybody who carelessly disposed of plastics even our neighbors...living again before your time. As a contribution to humanity and nature, you accepted the very challenging and dangerous job of Transforming the ‘Korup’ from a Game Reserve to a National Park. As the pioneer Conservator of The Korup National Park, your life was constantly at risk from the hunters and poachers and also from the Wildlife that you were protecting. I am very proud to tell others of this service. You took me on tour to the forests of the Korup a few times …how can I forget that experience.  

Papa you were a workaholic indeed. In your hay days, it was rare to see a government officer with a high echelon going to work on the farms. While other fathers would sit in Pa Kometa’s bar drinking after work, you will come straight home, eat your lunch and head to the farm, and there after…help with our homework. On a few occasions, my mother will have to pull you from the farm at dusk where you were still working. Tree planting and caring for plants was more of a hobby than work to you. I remember one day we were planting eucalyptus trees, and it was getting real dark. When I complain to you that we should go home because it was getting dark, you replied to me “by the time you will be using these trees, I would be long gone.” How true was that, a few family building projects have been accomplished with plank from trees that you planted.

You shared your world of initiative and manual skills with others for nothing. You helped people clean up their yards when they neglected it just to teach by example. You helped people work their farms just to show them the right and scientific way of doing things. You paid school fees in school for some relatives and quite a few people you did not even know. For all these examples, I will forever be grateful to you.

This list is inexhaustible……

Papa, you were never interested in politics because you strongly believed that politics can never be fair. You viewed politics as a dirty game and kept a good distance from it all because you wanted to always be fair.

You were a loving husband to our mother, and showed your love in many different ways, like support, friendship and loyalty to your in-laws, care and compassion to all your children unconditionally. Throughout your work life you had relatives living with us and even treated them sometimes better than your own children. You did not only pay fees for those you sponsored, but followed up their education and acted to ensure a better outcome.

You were the pivot to our entire extended family; you took time to explain to me the family tree and you introduced me to nearly all our relatives both maternal and paternal, and encouraged me to get to know them all.  Through your caring; many family members gained education and a livelihood. Through your sharing; many family members can today take care of themselves and others.
Even when you were terminally ill, you never stopped giving me hope and painting a future with the brightest of colors. You never relented providing for us and taking care of our education even from your sick bed. Papa, you did all what a father should do to his son in preparing him for life. You did show me that humility and the fear of God were the walk-around for nearly every problem. None of my shortcomings today stem from you. If I could follow all the lessons you thought me and walk exactly in your footsteps, I would be a perfect man.

What else does a child expect from a father? Papa, I have been in pain since you passed on, I have never stopped dreaming, like me and you playing soccer in front of the house. I think nothing will change the situation ever. But I feel relieved when I hear people say such wonderful things about you and your legacy. People accord me the benefit of doubt because I am your son. I smile internally when they say I look like you.

Each time I walk down memory lane, it’s a complex mix of pride and pain, laughter and sadness, hope and despair. It feels great to have been a main player in ones hero’s heroism.  You are my hero indeed.  

May your humble soul continue to rest in Perfect Peace.  
Stanley Ndum Batcha (son)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my father
By Katie Batcha-Foju (daughter)

Papa, my guardian angel…
So many years have gone by but it seems only like yesterday. The hurt, the pain, the emptiness is still there. How I miss you! I relive the memories every day and that is all that has kept me going; those memories of my childhood, adolescent and early adulthood that you groomed me through with love, discipline and honesty. These values I try to emulate especially as I know you are watching from above
Who and what I am today is testimony of your hard work and sacrifice. You put in your best to discipline and educate us.

From the hand writing classes on red and blue lines, to reading from two letter words, to three letters and more , to sentences and then to books. You put in every little time you had into homework and revision. You sent us to the best schools of the time in spite of the financial strain and criticism from some of your family members. You spared no franc when it came to educating us.

Papa, you wouldn’t believe this, years after your passing on, I found one of your pay voucher in the house. I stared at it in disbelief. I could not imagine the magic you performed to have us go through those schools. I wept. Today, I say sorry for all the times I was difficult and made unreasonable demands. Being a parent now, I can better understand what you went through. I ask for your forgiveness.

Talking about parenting and family life, I want to thank you for the kind of family life we had. I remember you walking me to school through my early years. I remember the songs, rhymes and family choir. I remember the gardening sessions. I remember the holiday trips to Barforchu. I remember the debates and handwriting competitions. I remember the end of term book inspections.

I remember the visits to PSS Mankon and CPC Bali. I remember even the lashings (which of course I detested) that kept me alert…………….. I remember, I remember, I remember. Papa, the list is endless. Thank you for the time and effort you sacrificed raising us and being present in our lives. What a caring and loving father you were!

You were not just a caring father but a wonderful husband to our mother. This can be best testified by her. But I remember, there was never a day I saw fighting and quarreling or even antagonism between you two; I heard a few arguments which ended up peacefully. You took so much care of her especially during her sick days to the annoyance of some. Life at home has never been the same since you passed on. But thank God he gave you the wisdom to choose the spouse you did. You couldn’t have made a better choice. She braved the task you left behind in raising us in spite of the enormous financial strain. It wasn’t easy at all.  Surely from above you provided mysteriously. Your presence and providence have never left us. For this Papa, I say thank you again.

I miss your calm and serene nature. Having grown into adulthood and known different personality traits, I say congrats for your honesty and truthfulness. These values you instilled in me. Without you, I would never have been the same person. Thank You! I am and will try to instill these same values in your grandchildren, Earl-Martin and Arielle who have never stopped to question me about you and your untimely departure. Sad that you are not there to see them and to help in grooming them.

As earlier mentioned I will try to imitate your parenting style.  Fortunately, my husband, your son in law, Bernard is equally strict and disciplined as you were. Together we will do our best to raise your grand kids.  I hope from above you will inspire and strengthen us to do your will.  Ah! Papa, we miss you dearly.  

Our presence here today does not only tell the story of your hard work but also bears testimony of the reward. Papa, it has paid off. But it is sad that you did not live to reap from your hard work. It hurts to know that not only did you labour in vain but had to go through so much pain for the two years that you were sick and bed ridden. Why must this happen to good people? I really can’t hold back the tears at this point.

I miss you papa!! Stay blessed my Guardian Angel.  Continue to watch over us from above till that day when I shall see you face to face again.

Love you Papa.
Cathy BATCHA FOJU (Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Hero-father
By Jackie Batcha-Anyu (daughter)


MY FATHER…MY HERO

A devoted husband- dedicated, a fine gentleman…

A loving father- inspiring, nurturing, loved unconditionally…

A caring grandfather- dependable, encouraging, protective…

A cherished son- obedient, respectful, caregiver...

A generous brother- generous to a fault always put the needs of others first…

A forgiving uncle- never held a grudge; always welcoming, never gave up hope…

A faithful friend- honest, always lending a helping hand…

A servant leader-courageous, fearless, thoughtful...

A man of the people- selfless, approachable, down to earth, voice of the voiceless...

A highly spiritual person- faithful servant, believed in doing the right thing always…

A peace maker- excellent moderator, stood for justice and the truth at all times…

A jokester- cheerful, loved to make people laugh, always lifted peoples sprit up…

A disciplinarian- wanted the best for everyone and for everyone to achieve their greatest potential…

A classy dancer…”waltz”, “guitar”, “step dance” name it, he had the best moves you can ever imagine…

A brilliant teacher- challenging, intelligent, versed in all subject matter, demanded excellence…

MY FATHER, MY BEST MAN, MY HERO…

He may be gone to some but for me, his spirit lives on and his examples continue to inspire me every day…

My Father...Forever in my heart…  

Jackie Batcha-Anyu (Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my father
By Anna Gwanulla (daughter)

Papa, you will never be forgotten. Thanks for the care and love you bestowed, the understanding and support you extended for whatever best I could have and achieve. Papa, you will always be remembered as a loving and affectionate father. I will forever cherish your memories and time spent with you.

A good life lived, leaves behind seeds that keep growing. What a wonderful legacy. …..That is why as a good father, you deserve all the honor and joy an anniversary like this can bring.

May your soul rest in peace…
(Anne, daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

""Tribute to my Dear father

by Ruth Mbanwi (Daughter)

Papa, after 22 years you passed away, the memory is still so fresh and I still have tears in my eyes…
Why?

Indeed, Papa, you worked relentlessly but went away without enjoying any fruit of your labor…..sad to think……
I always tell my children, that they miss having you because you were one with enough patience and ability to attend to the call of raising children. ….

You were such a lovable person and the best Dad I could ever have. I will never stop thinking of you. But I will always pray for you knowing that our Lord God loves you more.

May you rest in Peace Papa
Mbanwi Ruth (Daughter)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 23rd November 2015

"Tribute to my Dear Husband

By Mami Grace Batcha

Ni Josh, Jo,….as I always called you. You were my best friend, a husband, a father to my kids and a close relative to me. I loved you but God loved you best, that’s why he took you away from me and the kids so early and you left me with our uncompleted work.
I looked to the right and to the left and questioned….where will my help come from?’
I boldly confess that, ‘The Lord has been my Shepard…and is my Shepard’
I remember what you always told me; that when something challenging happens…..
Do not give up, pray and apply Mat7vs7;
["Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you’]
This….you constantly reminded me all the time and you taught our children this song and made it a theme song for our family.
I am the door,
I am the door by which if anyone enters in
He shall be saved, he shall be saved

God has been that door and is still that door to us

Oh how I remember what a fine man you were, a classy dancer…waltz, guitar, step dance name it, you had the best moves and every time we were in a ball room, I will dance with you on and on, ….but most especially I always enjoyed sitting back and watch you dance with some of the women who knew their steps so well. I always was so proud to see my man with excellent moves and in command….. I miss those moments.

You always guided me and cautioned me to always exercise patience in every situation…
I learned a lot from you; you were such a kind person, generous to your detriment sometimes, always making peace whenever you realized you made an error, or there was a misunderstanding somewhat. You were a real hard working person,. You rose up from bed early and slept late…
Some times or most of the times you did your gardening before going to work. And even after work, you found a way to convince me …’Grace join me on the farm’. As if that were okay for the day, after super, you had it as responsibility to teach your children, check their books and even help me with my next day school lessons. Oh!!! What a husband and a helper you were to me and the kids Ni. You were never tired, never giving up on challenges and never sick. You were such an over comer……..

But when sickness came……….I got frightened because I knew being sick was not your thing. On the contrary I was always the one sick with you being my nurse. I saw you gradually slip away, but I kept hoping my strong, overcoming husband will get well soon someday. Little did I know those were our last days……and I never truly came to terms with accepting the inevitable was close at hand.
Then, one day, our pastor Joshua Moluh, at the Presbyterian Church Azire  then came to our house to visit us, and then he called me out and said…
“Grace are you prepared?”
I responded….Pastor for what?
The pastor rubbed his hands and starred at me and said…..you got to be prepared…there is no miracle now for his spirit is faint….no way to get him up again..

I did not believe the Pastor and pushed the thoughts away until you, my husband’s death took me by surprise…
Ni Mala Joshua.. you are dead and gone, but in my Heart you are still alive. God bless you. I have nothing other than Jesus, my helper and comforter
Each time I keep going by singing the song….
I am serving the living God and he abides in me cos I abide in him…..Amen

May your Gentle soul rest in perfect peace my husband.

Grace Batcha (wife)"

This tribute was added by BATCHA ROSELINE on 22nd November 2015

"Ni Josh, Jo,….as I always called you. You were my best friend, a husband, a father to my kids and a close relative to me. I loved you but God loved you best, that’s why he took you away from me and the kids so early and you left me with our uncompleted work.
I looked to the right and to the left and questioned…where will my help come from?’

I boldly confess that, ‘The Lord has been my Shepard…and is my Shepard’
I remember what you always told me; that when something challenging happens…..

Do not give up, pray and apply Mat7vs7;
["Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you’]

This….you constantly reminded me all the time and you taught our children this song and made it a theme song for our family.
I am the door,
I am the door by which if anyone enters in
He shall be saved, he shall be saved

God has been that door and is still that door to us

Oh how I remember what a fine man you were, a classy dancer…waltz, guitar, step dance name it, you had the best moves and every time we were in a ball room, I will dance with you on and on, ….but most especially I always enjoyed sitting back and watch you dance with some of the women who knew their steps so well. I always was so proud to see my man with excellent moves and in command….. I miss those moments.

You always guided me and cautioned me to always exercise patience in every situation…
I learned a lot from you; you were such a kind person, generous to your detriment sometimes, always making peace whenever you realized you made an error, or there was a misunderstanding somewhat. You were a real hard working person,. You rose up from bed early and slept late…

Some times or most of the times you did your gardening before going to work. And even after work, you found a way to convince me …’Grace join me on the farm’. As if that were okay for the day, after super, you had it as responsibility to teach your children, check their books and even help me with my next day school lessons. Oh!!! What a husband and a helper you were to me and the kids Ni. You were never tired, never giving up on challenges and never sick. You were such an over comer……..

But when sickness came……….I got frightened because I knew being sick was not your thing. On the contrary I was always the one sick with you being my nurse. I saw you gradually slip away, but I kept hoping my strong, overcoming husband will get well soon someday. Little did I know those were our last days……and I never truly came to terms with accepting the inevitable was close at hand.

Then, one day, our pastor Joshua Moluh, at the Presbyterian Church Azire  then came to our house to visit us, and then he called me out and said…

“Grace are you prepared?”
I responded….Pastor for what?

The pastor rubbed his hands and starred at me and said…..you got to be prepared…there is no miracle now for his spirit is faint….no way to get him up again..

I did not believe the Pastor and pushed the thoughts away until you, my husband’s death took me by surprise…

Ni Mala Joshua.. you are dead and gone, but in my Heart you are still alive. God bless you. I have nothing other than Jesus, my helper and comforter
Each time I keep going by singing the song….
I am serving the living God and he abides in me cos I abide in him…..Amen

May your Gentle soul rest in perfect peace my husband.

Grace Batcha (wife)"

This tribute was added by Frinwei Tichaawa on 22nd November 2015

"Dear grand pa you sweet smile still runs very fresh in my memory. You were a great granny. I can still remember clearly when I was told you pass on. It was one of those rare moment I have expirence in life seeing Dad weep like a baby. You are gone but ur memory and legacy is forever alive. Keep resting in Peace."

This tribute was added by durrel ngoh on 22nd November 2015

"Grand Dad u’re not forgotten  nor ever shall you be .. As long as life and memory last."

This tribute was added by Valentine Mungyeh on 19th November 2015

"Great and vocal PTA member back in the days of late Pa Mancho's presidency of the association.
The vibrancy of late Pa Batcha shines through the life of his many wonderful children***"

This tribute was added by stan batcha on 18th November 2015

"LETTER TO MY HERO
                                    …By Stanley Batcha

Dear father,
I guess you will agree with me that It has never been any easy task to capture the life of someone in a few paragraphs; talk less of a father; one with a rare uniqueness, like yours. Words fall short of painting your true essence, what you stood for and what you could die to defend. In this instance, they fall so far below the mark that I feel it is almost futile to try. BUT you as full of humility as you were always refused to take credit for anything big or small …giving the honor to God. Papa I am writing you this letter, to let you know that you are the one and only. That you are my hero, That I am very proud of the quality life you lived as a father, as a husband, a brother, a leader, a neighbor, a servant of the state and as a servant of God. I am more proud about the wonderful things people say about you. You assured me to use your name anytime where ever I go and favor will surely come my way. That was the confidence of a righteous man who had no beef with anyone. I have employed your name and I have seen the gain, thank you.
Papa, you thought me so much. A lot comes to mind when I reminiscence. From basic simple things like A, B, C or Long Division… to more complex ones…like Taxonomy or quadratic equations.
You are the most down to earth person who ever existed. You stayed very polite and respectful even to your own children. You have a listening ear and people always come to you for advice on just any topic.
You are a loving husband to our mother, and show your love in many different ways, like support, friendship and loyalty to your in-laws, care and compassion to all your children unconditionally. Throughout your working life you had relatives living with us and even treated them sometimes better than your own children. You did not only paid fees for those you sponsored, but followed up their education and acted to ensure a better outcome. You had a personal relationship with your children’s teacher so you could follow up on their progress.
You always told the truth, no matter who it’s going to hurt, even yourself. You prayed and committed your project in the hands of God trusting that only through the Lord can success be achieved.
You are the kindest of persons and the finest of gentlemen. Most who knew you will agree with me that you lavished your kindness in a unique way. You are kind with his money, you are kind with your time, y are kind with your knowledge, and with your courage. Your kindness is nondiscriminatory on any line, it is not based on relationship or familiarity. You are selfless. You volunteered in teaching students (neighbors and relatives) and getting them ready for exams. You share your world of initiative and manual skills with other for nothing. You will help people clean up their yards when they neglect it just to teaching by example. You helped people work their farms just to show them the right and scientific way of doing things. You paid school fees  for some relatives and quite a few people you did not even know.
Papa, you were never interested in politics because you strongly believed that politics can never be fair. You viewed politics as dirty game and kept a good distant from it. How else could I learn this lesson.
You provided the best quality of education for all your children, and everyone who lived under your roof. You sponsored many other relatives who are today successful people in their different carriers.
You took time to go over the school work for those under your care. You took time to teach and introduced new books to us. You will come to our school and request to see our teachers teaching notes and propose corrections. When friends visited us, you will ask them what they did in physics or chemistry and no matter the topic you will start to lecture on that topic. The next time you will do the same…but this time around, you will lecture history or literature. You could recite Shakespears Macbeth from Act 1, Scene1 till the end. You could reproduce Mendeleev’s periodic table on a black sheet of paper. Papa, you did live before your time when it comes to education. I remember a big yellow book of about 300 pages titled THE FUNDAMENTALS OF LOGIC that you pushed me to read every evening. I was only 9 years old then and still in primary school. Everyone thought you were crazy to do this; my own mother too. Behold, that was the beginning of my journey to become a successful IT professional.   I thank you for your vision and courage. Your teaching was not only academic. You taught me many live skills: different ways of lacing my shoes, different ways in making a knot, splitting wood, planting trees, painting our house, washing myself, renovating wooden furniture, working on the farm even how to cook in a way as to preserve the nutrients in food.
You taught me how to do step dance and waltz and how to appreciate classical music and Jazz music.  You though me the staff and sol fa notations in music, unfortunately I never really took enough interest. You taught me how to sing, the songs found in your red sankee…( Secret Songs and sorrows), this list is inexhaustible.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
Papa you were a workaholic indeed.  In you hay days, it was rare to see a government officer with a high echelon like yours going to work in the farms. While other father would sit in the neighborhood bar drinking after work, you will come straight home, eat his lunch and head to the farm. On a few occasions, my mother will have to go and pull you from the farm at dusk and you was still working.   Tree planting and caring for plants is more of a hobby than work to you.   One day you and me were planting eucalyptus trees, and it was getting real dark. When I complain to you that we should go home cause its getting dark, you replied to me “by the time you will be using these trees, I would be long gone.” How true was that, a few family building projects have been accomplished with plank from trees that you planted.
You were the pivot of our entire extended family, you took time to explain to me the family tree. And you introduced me to nearly all our relatives both maternal and paternal, and encouraged me to get to know them all.
Through your caring, many family members gained education and a livelihood.
Through your sharing many family members can today take care of themselves and others.
Your sense of humor is huge. All the jokes you created even about your own self. You said laughter was food and medicine to the soul… Papa there you go again living before our time…science has now proven that laughter is medicine indeed. I remember vividly the sound of your signature laughter Hahahahahahahaha! How I miss it.
Your respect for the environment both fauna and flora still amazes me till date. You declare war on the use and careless disposal of plastic bags at a time when no one was talking about the concept of soil preservation and recycling. You had to reprimand anybody who carelessly disposed of plastics even our neighbors...living again before your time.  As a contribution to humanity and nature, you accepted the very challenging and dangerous job of Transforming the ‘Korup’ from a Game Reserve to a National Park.  As the pioneer Conservator of The Korup National Park, your life was constantly at risk from the hunters and poachers and also from the Wildlife that you were protecting.  I am very proud to tell others of this service. You took me on tour to the forests of the Korup a few time …how can I forget this experience.
Even when you were terminally ill, you never stopped giving me hope and painting a future with the brightest of colors. You never relented providing for us and taking care of our education even from your sick bed.
Papa, you did all what a father should do to his son in preparing him for life. You did show me that humility and the fear of God are a walk-around for nearly every problem. None of my shortcomings today stem from you. If I could follow all the lessons you thought me and walk exactly in your footsteps, I would be a perfect man. What else does a child expect from a father?
Papa, I have been in pain since you passed on, I have never stopped dreaming, like me and you playing soccer in front of the house. I think nothing will change the situation ever.
I never had the chance to send you an email, because you never had an email address.  I did not speak to you over a cell phone line;, what was your number? We never had the chance to skype. You never googled anything. These things pain me till date. But I feel relieved when I hear people say such wonderful things about you and your legacy. People accord me the benefit of doubt because I am your son. I smile internally when they say I look like you. From time to time I reminiscence your life and the time we spent together. Each time I walk down memory lane it’s a complex mix of pride and pain, laughter and sadness, hope and despair.
I am looking forward to that time when we shall meet to path no more
It feels great to have been a main player in ones hero’s heroism.
You are my hero indeed. I love you.
May your humble soul continue to rest in Perfect Peace!

Your son stanley"

This tribute was added by Jackie Batcha-Anyu on 17th November 2015

"MY FATHER…MY HERO ...



A devoted husband- dedicated,a fine gentleman…



A loving father- inspiring, nurturing, loved unconditionally…



A caring grandfather- dependable, encouraging, protective…



A cherished son- obedient, respectful, caregiver...



A generous brother- generous to a fault, always put the needs of others first…



A forgiving uncle- never held a grudge; always welcoming, never gave up hope…


A faithful friend- honest, always lending a helping hand…


A servant leader-courageous, fearless, thoughtful...


A man of the people- selfless, approachable, down to earth, voice of the voiceless...



A highly spiritual person- faithful servant, believed in doing the right thing always…


A peace maker- excellent moderator, stood for justice and the truth at all times…



A jokester- cheerful, loved to make people laugh, always lifted peoples sprit up…


A disciplinarian- wanted the best for everyone and for everyone to achieve their greatest potential…


A classy dancer…”waltz”, “guitar”, “step dance” name it, he had the best moves you can ever imagine…


A brilliant teacher- challenging, intelligent, versed in all subject matter, demanded excellence…


MY FATHER, MY BEST MAN, MY HERO…



He may be gone to some but for me, his spirit lives on and his examples continue to inspire me every day…


My Father...Forever in my heart…  


Jackie Batcha-Anyu"

This tribute was added by Jackie Batcha-Anyu on 17th November 2015

"Memorial Tribute for Pa Joshua Malaban Batcha


by Professor  Ndumbe Anyu, Son-in-Law


It is a moment of true and wonderful irony, that, Pa Joshua Malaban Batcha’s memorial celebration is taking place during Christmas season. I would like to think that if there is an afterlife, Pa Batcha is somehow flipping the afterlife remote control between being here with his family and friends and being in heaven with God. And of course, he would be doing so, for two reasons… first, he would want to know the end results of any of his actions, and second, he would be profoundly uncomfortable with all of the wonderful things that are being said about him. So, as we memorialize Pa Batcha – the father and the friend and say all the things that we love so much about him, I just want you to imagine his high laugh and picture him railing against many societal ills because he could have never sat through them.


And that is as good a place to start as any -- because Pa Batcha was a great man who did not accept his own greatness. Even as he was fighting against a difficult illness with more strength, courage and honesty than any one can imagine, he never waivered from his core principles. Pa Batcha… who  expended such energy, will and strength to fight for more time… still talked about the things he did not do. He never quite accepted his own greatness, all he had done and all the lives he profoundly changed. I wish he could have been here today if only to see the incredible good he did in the world.

That is not to say he was not proud. He was proud in all the right ways. He was not vain at all. He was the most down-to-earth person you could know. He talked with his children and friends about environmental conservation, goodness, honesty, humility and respect for your fellow man and there was such pride -- justifiable, earned pride -- that he showed his children, friends and family those accomplishments.


Pa Batcha’s most cherish moments were the times he spent with his children, family and friends. He used this window to let them know that as important as it was for them that he was proud of who they were, he wanted them to be proud of who he was as well. Needless to say, they are always incredibly proud to be Pa Batcha’s children and friends.


How could they not be? Pa Batcha was their father and friend. Simply put, a hero to his family and friends. He spent his life in service of working people. He could have used his considerable, powerful intellect chasing down wealth and power, and there is no doubt that he could have acquired both, but instead he chose to serve. Pa Batcha chose a life of service. And more than that, he had a fundamental and powerful respect for the people he served.


Pa Batcha’s intellect was really only matched by his humility. He respected the gifts of the intellect and the lives of the working people he served and served with -- and really of all the people he met. This is one of the many lessons to be learned from the morality of Pa Batcha’s public and private life. He was who he was in all aspects of his life, deeply committed to justice, deeply committed to fairness, and deeply committed to kindness.


Pa Batcha tried to make the world a better place because he lived in it. His private and public lives were excellent examples for all to emulate. Now it is our turn. We have to ask ourselves – “What would Pa Batcha do?” “What will he say about the ‘corrupt world of today’?” And granted, the answer would usually involve …, swift action(s) and consequence(s). We should all work just a little harder to make the world a better place because we happened to be living in it just like he did. To do that is to honor his life and honor his memory. And it has the added benefit for doing what is right and not just politically correct, too.


We thank him for being the most incredible father his children could have ever wanted. Thank him for making the world a better place"


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