I am lost for words...I remember our days in GHS Bokwango, who did not know of our cafiage (group) -all beautiful sisters hanging out together and always on the lookout for each other. We shared our dreams and hopes. We laughed, played, sung, competed and got into trouble together.
Eventhough I had to return to my birth country (Zambia)  on short notice after O Levels, my memories of you girls have always stuck with me. I never got to say a proper goodbye then and even now you left too soon not giving me the chance to say goodbye :'( . 
Thank God for the internet that has allowed us to keep in touch, HI5 and facebook kept us connected we would chat whenever we both were online> I was looking forward to having a reunion soon where we would again like in old times share our journeys, successes and dreams. You were to travel to Europe shortening the distance between us. NOW my heart breaks to know that you are no more. If tears could bring you back... As Marie clearly put it: the prime jewel of our group has been lost. Farewell beautiful **

we  had just a year together.but it was like we had known each other for  life.we were only three who could speak in english in the whole class of just french students.u gave me the zeal to study German wen i lost the hope.wen i went to germany,u told me we would be together one day;in a place where we have always  dreamt of.i cant imagine u left me behind all alone in germany.why did u have to leave us like that.if i have not forgotten , we spoke on facebook in April before and after ur wedding.u reminded me of the PLAYSTATION  i promised ur son.i dont exactly know what am feeling right now.its like am dreaming.the class heard and everyone things its a lie.what an untimely departure.death is cruel

es ist sehr traurig uns uninformiert zu lassen.wir "die klasse von Herr Bikoy" vermissen sie.

u had a character no one could break

a faith no one could shake.

may ur soul rest in perfect peace

Naina,that was the name i choosed to call you,the very first time you told me your names.oh how times flies.you were loved my all in class,especially by our English teacher because you were so good and could flow well with him during English periods.the most adorable times in class was when we had free periods.she will gather us together and we all sing with her.she thought us so many songs,songs i have been singing since i heard of your untimely death.i hope our other friends will remember your songs and sing with me.friends like Eyere Esther,Tita Damarine,Tafri Jane,Eposi Clara,Tande delphine,Maria Ewokolo.etc.May your gentle soul RIP.I WILL MISS YOU DEARLY MY FRIEND.BUT PREPARE A PLACE FOR ME TILL WE MEET AGAIN.ADIEU MRS ASONG.

I remember us all growing up in Bakweri town, you were liked by everybody old, young  even my mother. There was one morning u passed by at my mother's store and greeted her with  a smile and when u left my mom was like " Oh very polite pekin...well cultured". That was like a wake up call for me as the years went by, i got to know you better intelligent, down to earth, simple and beautiful. Death is cruel...

where do i begin?

i  can clearly remenise on the GOOD OLD DAYZ @ parliament; besides lower sixth Arts B, when we used to sit together in a mixed group, both boys and girls, in the ghetto and chat. Any scholar who passed-by and overheard our contributions to the conversation will nod in total satisfaction and assurance, whispering at the back of his/her mind in the words "future leaders in BGS molyko Buea, expressing intellectual inginuity."

you were full of cognitive strength which always gave you an outstanding colour even in the face of every aridity...if i remeber you for one thing, it is for this unique quality. T N like the sun once rose to see you rise, so does it set to see you rest...

you sudden departure leaves so much pain to your Husband, son, family, friends, and well wishers...All I know is that you will sleep and take your rest and lay your head upon the saviour's chest, we love you well but jesus loves you best, Our friend, go well, FAREWELL !!!      the Rock

Mama T, like I use to call you. It was fun knowing you from our secondary school days since 1996 when you came to GHS Bokwango. Like a twin sister even the teachers use to think we were sisters. I remember the discipline master will always pick me out to go and work your punishment not even knowing you were not the one.  We will treck from bokwango to clerk’s quarters before you take a taxi to Bakweri town because you want to accompany me to my house. Oh what a sweet friend you were. you created the group called the seven stars and we had to work serious punishment because of that but yet we did it happily. Oh the biggest star is fallen.

Even when you when to Lycee Molyko and left me in Bokwango things never changed. I will always spend time with you. We will have our differences stay for months without talking to each other but finally make up things and come stronger than before. We will share holidays from my home at frederal Quarters to your in Bakweri town. Together we will set plots to take money from your father and you will always send me ahead knowing papa will never refuse.

During my wedding you were there for me, putting smile on everybody's face. While i the dressing room we made arrangement for yours. You were begging I come over for your wedding in December yet you left without saying good bye. What suspense! We shared everything from love life to family problems. None of my friends can ever replace you. You were more than a sister to me and a mother to all children. So kind hearted and friendly.

Though you rest in the Lord you still live in me. 
We love you but God love you best.
We will surely meet one day. 
Will always love and miss you 

I remember as if it was yesterday. We had written the GCE ( O/L) and as usual, holidays were so much fun with all the parties from SOBA to BIROCOL to BIGSEA to what have you. So much memories, we had to wait and listen to the results. We ( myself & Therese) were at our house in Buea town and we listen anxiously for Uncle Zacs from radio Buea to get  to center no:1167.

I remember us waiting, panting, puffing, gasping while hoping to enjoy the rest of the holidays in grand style. I could only think of Therese saying "man go rock high school, chai after all this sleepless nights" & she would reassure me not to think about it, that we will make it. She was full of self confidence and that air of knowing all.

As God would have it, they called my name, I shouted in joy but remembered that we were still to wait for hers. After a long silence we heard her name. In unison we shouted and started what would be marathon from the Slaughter House ( Buea Town) to Bakweri town. Celebrating, just laughing with joy.

T, I will only remember the memories of your having lived a life not only full of challenges but also a sweet short life because you over came those challenges. 

Love always.