We were lucky to have you and always ready to give us pieces of advise. You welcomed us whenever we made a stop at the home in Azeri on our way either to or from Yaounde.
I was lucky to share a meal, just the two of us, a few days to your demise. You entertained me with all sorts of stories, beginning from your unfailing health and your numerous encounters with the "boys" upcountry. Even though I had my own food different from yours, you still insisted I have a taste of your chicken soup ,which I did. You removed and gave me a piece of chicken from your plate. An onlooking child would have mistaken me for a cheat. How would I have my own food and be eating Mammi's own?.
That was who you were. You shared to your last days. Mammi, even though you have gone ahead, you legacy stays on. Rest in the bosom of the Lord. Adieu.