My big sister, my bosom friend, my mother, my mentor, and my confidant.
I could never love anyone as I love you. We loved ourselves and tolerated each other.
We’ll always fight, but we’ll always make up as well. That’s what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other’s frailties, mistakes, and bad judgments, we flash the insecurities we’ve had since childhood, and then we forgave each other's faults and quickly moved forward.
My sister, you were the best friend that I couldn’t get rid of. You knew whatever you do, I’ll still be there.
Together we were both ourselves and very much not ourselves—a special kind of double.
My sister, you were my mirror, shining back at me with a world of possibilities. You were my witness, who saw me at my worst and best, and still loved me anyway. You have been my partner in crime, my midnight companion, someone who knew me when I am smiling, even in the dark. You were my teacher, my defense attorney, my personal press agent, and even my counselor.
We were one and inseparable. Unknown to me, but known to God, 4th of February 2021 was our final separation on this earth when you prayed for me and wished me a safe trip to and from USA.
You promised to wait for me to come back from treatment so that we travel back to Bamenda together.
Recovering from surgery and hearing of your passing on shattered my joy and dashed our plans of aging gracefully together.
You emphasized on peace and harmony within our immediate and extended family. Forgiveness and reconciliation were some of the consistent words you had to give to anyone who came your way.
Your legacies will be remembered, and you will stay in my heart forever.
Fare thee well and may you find perfect peace on the bosom of your Maker.
Your sister, Bertha Titanji.