Hambe Kahle-Baba Benedict Tarh!

Shared by Boniface(Ngonyama Ka Broo... on 9th May 2013

I wish to express my condolences to the Tarh family on the passing of their patriarch-Papa Benedict onto eternal glory.It seems Papa is working miracles from heaven because I cannot explain my access to this site. A Google search unrelated to it led me to it!!!I did not know Pah personally but did attend Government High School Mamfe with his daughter Cornelia.I can vouch for the type of upbringing Pah bestowed on his kids as I attended the same church in Mamfe with Cornelia and then again in Yaounde at the then Elig Effa English speaking Catholic Parish.I happen to know the  duo of the trio mentioned by lawyer Adjua-Lawyer Adjua and late Mr. Bisong.God is sending a message to me and I may not be as active in church the way Pah was but will make up in other ways as I struggle to build a 3 classroom Catholic school in Dschang in memory of my late dad and especially people like Pah Benedict Tarh and Foncha who mentored us with their exemplary pious lives.All of us can take solace in the Book of Matthew where it is stated that Christ whom Pah served came for us to have life abundantly and though we shall die , we live!Pah Benedict Tarh lives!!!I am privileged to say farewell and RIP to Pah in the Zulu language: HAMBA KAHLE BABA BENEDICT TARH!


Farewell Papa

Shared by Tabe Oben on 11th March 2013
Deeply saddened upon learning the news of the death of our beloved Papa Tarh, after a long life of total dedication to God and service to our family, region and country… In these moments of pain, I join you, my venerable brothers and sisters in the prayers of thanksgiving for the life of this praiseworthy father and servant of God.   Truth is: every great man has in his life a unique source of inspiration, a spiritual center from which he draws his strength, and a constant point of reference from which he takes direction as well as corrections. We may call it centeredness or individuation, or give it a more poetic ring by naming it a "secret garden" and a "holy grail." Pa Tarh’s person and life was fashioned and inspired by a life-giving spring which was never hidden. It was plainly visible to all who truly knew him. "I am totally yours (totus tuus), and all that I possess is yours. I accept you in all that is mine.” Papa’s passing lives us with a full sense of this consecration which includes a real and essential reference to Jesus Christ: "Jesus Christ our savior, true God and true man, must be the ultimate end of all our devotions; otherwise they are false and deceiving." It is not exaggerated to say that Papa’s consecration to Christ is the real secret and the not-so-hidden source of his grandeur. He was an extraordinary father and a constant source of inspiration and purpose. Love, integrity and character accompanied him throughout his life and directed his way of thinking, evaluating, making choices, taking decisions and offering guidelines. Papa was a “just” man in the spirit of God, and to all who in civic and biblical tradition could hear the voice of God addressing his call not only to them personally, but also to the communities to which they had been sent. This justice, full of humble adherence to God’s will, formed the basis of Papa’s deep love for God and for people. It was his light, inspiration and strength in demanding personal responsibility from us through an epoch in which important social and political transformations affected our lives and region. To sum it all, Papa’s love of God and concern for the life and dignity of people made him an apostle of unity against division and a concord in the face of conflict. I always appreciated his sincere kindness, his simplicity, his openness and his cordial dedication to my issues personally growing up with him. Thus in my memory and in my prayers he will live on. May the Lord receive him into his glory! In the name of Jesus! Amen.   Pantaleon Ebai, Washington, DC USA          

Tribute to a Friend and Brother

Shared by OJ Tarh on 18th February 2013

Dear Andrew
Thank you so much for sharing this sad news with me: you have indeed found the right person! My family join with me in offering our condolences to you all.
Your father was a friend and support to me from the earliest days after we met at CD in Buea in 1976. He was 'in' from the beginning of my relationship with Madeleine which led to our marriage in 1978, and served as witness to the marriage. It was particularly good to see him and the family when we visited following Madeleine's death 8 years ago now. I was sorry that we had lost contact in the past few years.
Although I have been in Coventry serving as a Methodist minister for the past 5 years, I am moving back to London in August after marrying again in July. I would always be glad to hear from the family - probably easiest via this email address.
Best wishes to you all


A Tribute to a Beloved Pater

Shared by Emmanuel Tarh on 18th February 2013


Pa Tarh ,

You were a devoted  and caring elder brother  to me. People wondered and ould not understand why we  were 'so close, closer than biological relations'. Only heaven can explain the bond of love that radiated our hearts and permeated  our lives. Lucy and I were  and still are, an integral part of  the family.   But you were more of a father figure, a confidant and  my unofficial and unheralded technical adviser number one!

    When we were together, affectionate  fraternal  love prevailed, frank ,sincere  discussions were  always on the agenda .  I appreciate and treasure the quality time we spent together, especially  your flying to Ngaoundere  to be with me during difficult moments during which time you daily put at my disposal the fruit of your knowledge, wisdom and experience  on management and dedicated service. This, no doubt, contributed to making Ngaoundere the highlight of  my stewardship.  The lessons learnt have been the object of a multiplier effect. Indeed, many are those who claim to owe me something which I actually  received from you and continue to pass on.

     Pa, you leave me with memories, indelible memories of a life of  dedication to the service of the nation as a pioneer community development officer, a life of commitment and sacrifice for the success of the children, a life of affectionate love and loyalty to your friends, a life of distinguished service to God and humanity. Indeed, yours is a life worthy of all the trappings  and attributes of  a celebration!

As you go through the pearly gates of splendour to be with the Lord God omnipotent whom you have served with diligence and abnegation,  may He richly bless you and  reward you with the crown of righteousness, the crown of life  reserved for  those who have overcome the vicissitudes of life. To God be the glory for a life well spent in his service.  So be it, Amen.

Professor Beban Sammy Chumbow



Shared by OJ Tarh on 17th February 2013

Pa Benedict Tarh


He was quiet

But in his quietness there was strength.

There had to be; he was the father of the pretty and simple girls who attended mass with him every Sunday


He was gentle

His smile was gentle,

The gentleness of one who had seen too many things in his lifetime.

The gentleness of wisdom


He was wise,

Yes he was,

The wisdom of age, the wisdom of a life well lived

His wisdom brought peace in the church whenever

There was a misunderstanding


He was a devout Christian

That he was

He came into church and sat on the traditional pews

He will kneel, stand or sit as tradition demands.

Only a truly old Catholic would do that


He was a generous person

That he was

He actively participated in all church activities

Oh yes, he personally bought us a church bell


He could smile,

Yes he could.

The peaceful smile he shared as he gave peace to his brethren

The smile he shared as he shook hands with the brethren after mass


We were sure to see Pa Tarh in church when he was in Yaoundé

When he wasn’t in church we knew it had to be because he had travelled.

The last time he was not in church, we knew he had travelled

But we could not have imagined he had taken the final bow

And travelled to the land of no return.


The Fouda congregation misses you as we watch to see

if you will take one more step into the church.

Pa, whenever your bell rings in our church your memory lives on in our hearts.

Travel well Pa Tarh

May your soul rest in perfect peace in the bosom of our LORD.


Saint Andrew’s Anglophone community

Quartier Fouda, Yaoundé.


Shared by OJ Tarh on 14th February 2013
Once upon a time, there lived a TRIO in Mamfe – Austin O. Bisong of Eyanchang, Benedict M. Tarh of Kendem and Andy T. Edjua of Bache. They all trained as teachers at St. Peter’s Bambui and G.T.T.C Kumba. Through private (home) tuition, except for Austin who attended CCAST Kumba (now Bambili) they obtained the G.C.E Advanced Level of London. However, they branched to different callings as a result of the necessities that availed themselves.

Austin read Education in Ghana and continued as a teacher; Ben, after serving as Private Secretary to Hon. E.T. Egbe studied in France and Reading (England) and retired as Provincial Delegate of Community Development. Andy read Law in Lagos and became a private practitioner.

Being advocates of exogamous marriage, and having a strong belief in cross-pollination, the TRIO took their wives from different places. Austin from Eyanchang in Mamfe Central Sub-Division took Margaret Ogabi from Kajifu-Akwaya Sub-Division, Ben from Kendem; Upper Banyang Sub-Division took Monica Enow from Kembong in Eyumojock Sub-Division while Andy from Bache in Akwaya took Mary Forbin from Fontem Sub-Division (now Lebialem Division). Their wives were also teachers (Monica opened and headed the first English Primary School in Yaounde which was affiliated to Government School Victoria for administrative purposes), but branched to different callings. Being of Catholic backgrounds their marriages were solemnized in Church and they lived happy, successful and prosperous marriage lives.

Austin and Andy were of township background. Whenever the TRIO went to Kendem, Ben brought tradition close. As food was being prepared, he could rush to the nearby stream with a cast-net and return immediately with fish to supplement the meal. He was an agile dancer and a good conductor of the popular dance BELLE SUMBU.

While Austin and Andy specialized in football and athletics, Ben was very good at in-door games and fishing.

My last encounter with Ben was on 15th December, 2012 at the residence of his in-law, Professor Julius Oben in Yaoundé. Ben had been sick for long.

Austin died some years ago and was followed by the wife. Ben’s wife also died many years ago and now Ben has followed.

With their departure, I am the only one of the TRIO left. Like the lame child of the Pied Piper of Hamelin, now that I am lame, what story will I tell the younger generation?

Ben, you have played your part. Adieu, till we meet to part no more.

Andy T. Edjua The only survivor of the TRIO

tribute to Pa Tarh

Shared by TT Tambe on 12th February 2013

May your soul rest in peace pa. I remember when you used to come to Yaounde, you were a kind and generous person.I also had to speak English and not the dialect with you.May your soul rest in peace.


Shared by OJ Tarh on 10th February 2013

Dear Jane:

My family and I are devastated to learn of the untimely passing away of my brother, your dear dad, Mr. B. M. Tarh. We last saw him in 1993 in Buea, when I handed over the management of our Non-Governmental Organization - DETMAC ASSOCIATES. His sudden departure has left me with inadequate words to express our magnitude of sorrow to you and your entire family. Kindly assure your brothers and sisters that we all join you in prayers to mourn this great loss in the family. Finally, thank you for creating this memorial web-site in his honour. May the good Lord continue to shower you all with abundant blessings.

Dr. Christopher Atang
For and on Behalf of the Atang Family

My Father!

Shared by Tanyi Tabeson on 4th February 2013

Truly, This very day, you will be wuth me in paradise!

Papa! I always saw my late Father Ben TanyiOben Gabriel in you! You had so many qualities that I got from my biological father; Soft spoken, peacemaker, gentle, open-handed, compasionate, kind-hearted, welcoming and a true family man...I always saw the union between  my father and mother, as a replica of you and My grand-aunt, Ma Monica and so I proudly, truly, filialy and fondly called you "papa" with a lot of emotions and filial attachment. Papa, you always showed me you were a replacement. You never wanted me to feel the absence of my late Father. In every stage of my vocation, you were involved and always wanted to know how I was doing. Your last Fatherly gesture to me now as a student-priest in yaounde was 2.000frs, you said, "hold am for skin"....Even in sickness, you always wanted to reach out and share the little you got....

Papa! you have done well! I know you have heard these words from our Father in heaven, "Well done, you good and faithful servant, come on in and share in your master's happiness" (Mt 25:21)

So sleep, sleep in peace and rest. Don't be afraid of the darkness All's well for over the land and the sea God's keeping the night watch for you and for me!

Your Priest -Son

Fr.  Tabeson Tanyi



Tribute from Mrs Monica Abang

Shared by OJ Tarh on 4th February 2013

Ata, my husband, grandpa (as my children fondly called you), your death came to me as a shock wave. I know you will die one day, but I least expected it this soon. It has created a vacuum in the family. We are now like birds after a great tree has fallen.

Papa, who will intervene in my issues again? Despite your poor health, two weeks before your demise, we were together. We even had an unfinished discussion. You made phone calls on my behalf. Papa, I hope you are intervening for me, now that you are with our Heavenly Father.

“Okaha Ata William Nfongang, ne Mma Lucy Tambi ne Ata Ferdinand Mbi Tarh ne Mma Susanna Mbo ne Mma Monica Tarh….”

Adieu P-a-a-pa----

Mrs Monica Abang

(PAMOL Lobe)


Shared by Anna Tatchoum on 3rd February 2013

Pa Tarh, the loving smile on your face while you were dancing during my Boss, Mrs Jane Tarh Takang's wedding WILL EVER LIVE IN MY MEMORY. I can still see this smiling face dancing and making fun. That was the first time I met with Pa Tarh.

I will never forget the warm welcome Pa gave to Mr Arrah Emmanuel and myself when we went to visit him at Mrs Anne Oben's house. He was very happy to see us and even though Pa was sick, he personally wanted to serve us some drinks. What really amazed me was that Pa recognized me as Jane's secretary even though we had met only once. During our conversation, Mr Arrah informed Pa of some problems he has been encountering in Buea. To my greatest surprise, Pa just came up with a solution and promised to handle the problem himself. Pa Tarh - Always willing and there to give a helping hand.

The loving memory of Pa Tarh is still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday. When Pa was sick and admitted at the University Teaching Hospital in Yaounde, I went to visit him and was worried when I saw his condition but instead Pa had confidence in God and asked us to pray for God's will to be done. I was very happy to know that Pa was a God- fearing and Obedient Servant of God. We prayed as he requested and God answered our prayers and healed him.

I thank God Almighty because I know and believe strongly that Pa Benedict Mpa Tarh's name has been already written in the BOOK OF LIFE IN HEAVEN.

Pa Tarh, may your gentle soul rest in perfect peace AMEN.

To Jane and the entire Tarh's family, I pray that God should wipe away your tears because Pa Tarh is in the ABLE HANDS OF GOD ALMIGHTY.

Anna Tatchoum (Ex-secretary to your daughter Jane Tarh Takang)

Touching lives beyond one generation

Shared by Dilys Asuagbor on 3rd February 2013

Pa Tarh, on the few occasions I met you, you wore a smile and listened carefully to what your children had to say in introducing their friends and acknowledged these friends by showing you remembered who they were and/ or who their parents were... It was no doubt very important to you to know those with whom your children associated. That may be one of the secrets of your success in raising such a dynamic and flourishing family.

The tributes which keep pouring on this memorial site attest to how well you lived your life and the abundant wealth you accumulated. We count your wealth in the kind words written by your children, your grand-children, your family, your friends and their friends. It is very rare to find persons who connect with others in a way that cuts through generations. You were clearly one of those persons. Today, I join your family in mourning your passing and in celebrating your life. Adieu Pa Tarh, indeed you will be forever missed.

Tribute to Pa Tarh

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 1st February 2013

As I know him, a gentleman embodied with religious, honest and humble qualities. Furthermore, he was a man who had many enriching stories and advises to tell. I acknowledge with thanks the benefits derived from him. I count myself lucky for having been so close to him during his llfe-time.

His regular concern for me and my family will always be remembered.

PA TARH has successfully finished the race and won many trophies which we can see and give glory to the almighty God. He was a friend, brother and above all a father to me and I thank him immensely for all he did for me and my family. Pal the lord gave you to us and now he has decided to take you to himself, to his heavenly kingdom. Rest in perfect peace

Good bye and God be with you till we meet again


And You Took the Road less Travelled …

Shared by OJ Tarh on 1st February 2013

(Tribute to My Senior Colleague and mentor, B. M. Tarh) by Jane Tarh Takang

You trod the earth carrying the armour of Development in your soul.

You built your life around the three pillars of development: Human, infrastructural and economic development; never losing sight of the basic premise that “resources will always be limited, while needs and wants will always be unlimited. Therefore, for development to take place, wants must be separated from needs and needs, prioritized. Also, unless priorities are set right and strategized, objectives can never be met. And to meet objectives and bring about sustainable development, limited resources must be shared equitably between the three core pillars of human, infrastructural and economic development”. This approach, you applied both in your work as well as at home, where you and your dear wife juggled between bringing up your family members, children and even strangers, by applying these to the letter. To obtain your goal, you used 3 tools: the pen, the rosary and the whip, which represented education, the fear of God, and integrity.

You started your career as a teacher, the “wretched of the earth” but left your mark as a teacher, making sure the with a firm hand you moulded giants.

You ventured into politics thinking that its was a game of intelligence and hard work, but found out it was a game of wits, manipulation and mudslinging, which were not your forte. You could have played the game of politics and gathered some moss for yourself and family, but you put your conscience and the people your represented first, before grandeur, and backed out gracefully.

You drifted to Community Development, another area where misery was the norm, choosing the remote Nkambe over the then, Victoria, following your heart to serve humankind, harking to a cry in the wilderness. Armed with your old Landrover, or motorbike, and sometimes your two legs, you diligently served the communities under your care, never minding inclement weather conditions, or the deplorable state of the roads. You were passionate about your job because it touched and changed the lives of people and their communities even though it gave you only crumbs in return. You worked hard because you had become master of the game, and prided yourself in attaining objectives and goals while others fed fat from the booty; yet you sat and watched, like the patient dog, believing one day that your turn would come. You, left home everyday at 7.00A.M until that April, in 1990 when you submitted your handing over notes, keys to your office and all in your keeping and strolled back home, satisfied that your had given your utmost to your beloved nation.

You emulated the example of the reed, bowing low when the storms of life and career prospects raged; springing back unperturbed, instead of trying to prove to the world that you were a baobab tree, strong enough to resist the storm, which might have uprooted you for good. This was your trump card that you used whenever the need arose and which kept you going for this long.

Despite the odds you never gave up your dream of furthering your education, forging ahead with your dream of backing up your innate intelligence with academic recognition, going through PAID-WA to the University of Reading, UK, that earned you a Masters in Rural Social Development; this to set a lesson for your children, as you always said, ‘it’s never too late to learn…”

Between accepting an international job during your civil service career, and returning home to serve your country, you chose the latter, returning to your meagre salary, instead of the more affluent expatriate position that would have resolved most of your financial needs. You always said, “Money is not everything…”,

Retired but not tired, you bounced on, a seasoned Rural Development Consultant, in and out of the country, being more active than in your years of active service for close to 15 years, until your health started failing and you decided to slow down, with your body, but not your mind. You read all your CTA and other development newsletters and publications, being able to challenge us your younger colleagues.

You put in your best, letting God do the rest, and so you graduated from your professional school of life, a ‘summa cum laude’, as your sun shone only later in your life, with God rewarding your hard work and fervent prayers with, ”Well done B.M. your work is done, receive your prize!”

You have engraved your indelible footprints on rock, as a Rural Development expert; other footprints will follow, though they be female, they certainly will not be frail feminine footprints as the world would expect to see, but a pair of gender-sensitive footprints resembling yours; for, you never failed to always remind us your children ; TIGER NO DI BORN GOAT…

Safe journey my dear colleague and mentor, till we meet again!

Shared by Jane Tarh Takang on 1st February 2013


(By Retired Ambassador Henry Fossung)                         January 28, 2013.


My Dear Mourners,

 I thank you all very profusely for being here today to say our last good-bye

to our father, grandfather, brother and common friend, Mr. Benedict Mpa Tarh

who, as we all know, was popularly known simply as Ben. Ben was my very 

close and trustful friend. We met first in the Roman Catholic Teachers' Training College, Bambui in January 1953, as students. Our common interest in political progress of the Southern Cameroons, our beloved country, drew us together. We would struggle to read stale political news from Nigeria, then the British Protectoratewith which our country, then an International Trusteeship Territory, was administered jointly. Then our fifteen(15) parliamentarians had just been picked: two (2) for the Federal House in Lagos and thirteen (13) for Enugu, the then capital of the Eastern Region.

 Ben and I completed our Training and went our different ways in accordance with our postings, only to meet again at the highest educational institution allowed the Southern Cameroons then by the Administering Authority, the United Kingdom, the Government Teachers' Training College, G.T.T.C. in Kumba, in January 1959. Our interest in the politics of our people had increased tremendously. We followed very closely the political evolution of our politics in general and the progress of our individual parliamentarians in particular.

In that context, there was a lot of progress. The opposition in the Southern Cameroons Parliament had just captured the majority at the January 1959 General Elections which made Hon. John Ngu Foncha Prime Minister and head of government as well as head of state. He took over from Dr. E. M. L. Endeley.

 Fellow Mourners,

 I was later not surprised at all when on my return from my first tour of duty as a career diplomat Ben was already working with the Federal Government, then in the cabinet of Hon.E.T. Egbe. He was so excited to see me that he prevented me from taking a free hotel room so that we might live together in his own house. And we did. Ben was so popular that he used his connections to get me a government apartment when I was still on leave in Buea.

 Dear Mourners, 

 This brings me to whom Ben was.As most of you know he was very meticulous, disciplined and an outstanding teacher and leader who always knew what to do when confronted by any difficulty. Yet he was an unflappable man who preferred peaceful solutions to problems than confrontational. He earnestly disliked and disapproved very strongly the often disparaging remarks of the government officials of le Cameroun about the Southern Cameroonians. In such unfriendly environment where social injustice, nepotism, and tribalism were rife, Ben always tried to see the bigger picture. He achieved a lot for his Yaounde bosses because he could get the essence of many problems quicker than most of Hon. Egbe's "go-team". All that Egbe needed to do was to pick up the phone and Ben was on his way to resolve problems in Manyu or else where.

 In fact the people who knew how close we were referred to him always as a simple functionary of substance and of great wit, who often resolved intractable problems ex aequo et bono. Indeed BEN was not only jovial he was assiduous and diligent. In a place where a lot of workers never return to work after noon, Ben would stay in his office till very late in the evening.

 As an advocate of the Southern Cameroons restoration struggle Ben was prevented from active participation by ill-health. However, his hope and wishes and love for his country and fellow human beings do survive him and shall be always remembered and respected.

 As very close friends we hardly called each other by even his first name. We addressed ourselves only as "Nkwane". It is said we all lose part of us when a trustworthy friend dies, I do now understand it very well.Being terribly broken down, I am unable to say much so please let me end here with this words:

                 "Oh!, Nkwane, have a closer walk with our Lord, Christ Jesus.

                             A calm and heavenly walk, Nkwane;

                              A light to shine upon your road;

                              That leads you to our Lord, God.

                              Nkwane, Rest IN Perfect Peace.

 Again thank you all for this important last respect we have all given to our common friend today. 

May the Lord bless us all, and take full control of Ben's family.

Ambassador Henry Fossung.


My Memories of Papa Tarh

Shared by Julian Ebai on 30th January 2013

Dear Papa Tarh

It was with a heavy heart I received OJ’s message informing me of your transition, and it was with a feeling of sadness and despair I called to confirm this tragic news. But I have so many fun memories of you especially over the last 25 years.

 As I contemplate how best , to articulate my wonderful and fond memories of you , I know for sure your gentle soul and heart of a giant  is resting peacefully in a lovely and tranquil space where you will no longer feel the daily chores, pain of living in a world of untold daily challenges and struggles.

You were a great man and it is a cliché to say wonderful things now, but in your case your life is testimony of how you lived.

We can see in the testimony of your children, their partners, grand kids’ family and friends.

The most important question of our time is whether we do the right thing during this short period of time which is called our life and whether it coincides with the divine will which sent us to this life.

In my humble opinion you certainly did the right thing and adhered to the principles of a Christian.

“A scholar reads many books, a well educated person has knowledge and skills an enlightened person understands the meaning of his life “Tolstoy

You were all of this things, but what stood out for me personally was that you clearly understood the meaning of life, and wanted to enhance the living experience of all those who were privileged to be close to you.

Your strong faith meant you understood the meaning of life and the acceptance of your duties and responsibilities connected with it, as family head and leader within our community.

Because your honesty, principle, integrity, kindness and spirituality were an enviable characteristic and attribute, for anyone who had engaged with you closely will pick it up immediately. You were generous in giving solicited or unsolicited advice and counsel in a way that left an indelible impression on the favoured recipient.

You always said in relationships, kindness is essential .If you were not kind to people, you do not fulfil your major obligation to them.

 Of course your philosophy was practised in many ways like having an open house, and it was clear your kindness enriched the life of those around you

You Christian teaching were exemplary, so simple that even small children could understand you.

Christ expressed all his teachings in his last commandment: Love each other as I love you. Everyone will see that you are my disciple if you love each other.

This is an abiding principle that you followed. You always said a religious upbringing is the basis of education.

You were kind to me in treating me like a son when I met you through your close friends late Chief Justice Bawak all those years ago and of course Late Papa Jacob Agbor whose daughter I married.

You were instructmental in smoothing the path for me in so many ways and facilitating my marriage and warm interaction with my Late Father inlaw.And you were omnipresent  for the Agbor Family when he passed away.

I thank you for all the advice and counsel, on what it means to be a man or head of a family and continue to appreciate your kindness and wisdom you shared generously.

You did a lot of good and never asked for a reward.

You were a wise man, because it was clear to me you were at peace with yourself in all you did you stood firm and fair.

The condition of your wisdom is purity and consequence of your wisdom was a peace of mind and soul.

The higher the position you occupy, the humbler you should be. Many people live in wealth and glory, but the mysteries of this world can be revealed only to those who are humble. Do not seek complicated things.

You were humble and uncomplicated.

Your humility showed you to be a kind, courteous and a gentleman.

Your social life was full but it was improved only by self sacrifice and your unselfish desire to share your experience.

You lived a full and accomplished life.

You leave behind a Clan, the Tarh Clan  A warm, God fearing ,well meaning  vibrant ,educated professional children and grand children  to continue your legacy.

Because of your full family and spiritual life you were less afraid of death; death could be described as states of sleep were you are transferred to a better life which could be considered a blessing.

You were blessed

May you Gentle soul rest in perfect peace

Tabi Julian Ebai & Family


Shared by OJ Tarh on 30th January 2013
Dear Grandpa I am so grateful for all you have done for me. You taught me how to pray and always reminded me of the importance of prayers, for without God we are nothing. You also made me understand in life that,” it is not how fast we go but how far we can go”.I remember the good times we spent together while growing up, especially my favorite meal you gave me when I was sad (roasted corn with groundnut oil and salt) and how I loved coming home during breaks because I was sure of some cash when going back to school. My Son, as I remember calling you and you calling me your Mother, may God grant you a peaceful rest in his heavenly kingdom. We will miss you. Mbokung Mbiwan (Ma-Mbo)
Shared by OJ Tarh on 30th January 2013

Pa Tarh,

You were the husband of my sister and my father knew you as his first son. Today all of you are no more. When my father and my sister left us, you were my only hope and support for everything. Today you are also gone. With whom have you left me?

You educated and led me to marriage. You advised me every time I had difficulties to pray and be honest. As you leave us, I promise to keep to that advice.

From your heavenly seat, continue to guide and protect us so that at the end, we may also meet you. Greet my elder sister and all who have gone before us. May the Lord receive you.

Your sister-inlaw

Bridget Nkongho Forkusam

Shared by OJ Tarh on 30th January 2013

Ba Tarh Benedict,

By marriage, I got into your hands as a youth full of ambition without path. You received me as a junior brother and built for me and later my entire family a positive and acceptable social path that has guided me until your day of departure.

Elder brother, with your guidance and unquestionable Christian life you have knitted a water tight family circle that surrounds your lifeless body to-day. In that circle I find myself one of the pillars. I thank you for all you have done for me and promise you sincerely that I shall keep to the advice you gave me last October. Elder Brother I shall receive the communion you instructed me to prepare and receive at your funeral mass.

I see you sitting at the right hand of our creator. Let your spiritual guidance continue to direct and qualify me to meet you there when I shall be called to that beautiful ‘world’

Your Junior “brother”

Forkusam Langmia Austin

True Greatness Lies In Simplicity

Shared by S. E. Enoh-Tanya on 30th January 2013

¨Always play the fool, even if you are not a fool¨. That was your constant advice to me. It was a new take on simplicity and modesty that I have carried with me ever since our first meeting.

Like a brook that starts quietly in a cool valley, taking its course through gentle meadows and hostile lands, becoming a swift roaring river that eventually pours itself into the sea, yet dispensing goodness everywhere it goes, so have you lived your life and the fruit of your good life principles are there for all to see.

We shall miss you sorely, but we celebrate your life, for you stand to many as a shining example of how a human being can live well on earth.

Go well, Pa Tarh. Go well! Pass through the golden gates of Paradise. And may the Blessings and Power of the LORD be upon you.



Shared by OJ Tarh on 29th January 2013
I am thankful to God for Pa Tarh, who was always very kind to me and lent me a listening ear. All these contributed towards enriching my life. Pa Tarh would take no nonsense from us, even though at our very tender ages, we (Anne, Abang and I) used to be treated with preference during our early days at school in Yaounde. Three of us usually sat with him and wife (Ma Monica Tarh) in his single cabin Peugeot pick-up, while the older ones sorted out themselves in the carriage behind, which they enjoyed because they were free to talk. Pa and Ma Tarh usually chatted all the way to school while we sat quietly without fidgeting till destination. I was just 4 years old... I was thankful to God when on Saturday, 12 January 2013 I received more comforting words from Pa Tarh while he was at the Mt. Mary Health Centre in Buea. I joined Dr. Assam whom I met sitting close to Pa Tarh, in listening to him and encouraging him. I learned one thing from Pa Tarh, that even in times of pain, I must strive to cheer those around me, to be hopeful and thankful. Pa Tarh had a cheerful Spirit and was very ready to meet the Lord. I promised coming back on Tuesday the 15th. On that Tuesday, the visit was rather at the Buea Hospital Mortuary, where he lay peacefully. Pa has gone back to his creator after a mission successfully accomplished here on earth. May the Lord be glorified. May His Soul Rest in Perfect Peace
Linda Mbella Bassong

Rest In Peace Pa Tarh

Shared by OJ Tarh on 29th January 2013
Pa Tarh, your going has left us with a lot to share in various domains. As a father you showed love without boundaries. That’s why I continued having Christmas gifts till December 2012, from you. As a culturalist, you encouraged me to keep to the cultural values of Manyu because for, even if nobody cares today about the culture, a day will come when all will want to know what about all aspects of life in Manyu. You founded Manyu- Buea with the watch word “unity is strength”. Till date, we struggle to do just that. As a Christian, you did it extraordinary. You advised us and asked for my opinion on a lot of issues. Whenever I asked you, “Pa, why me?” You laughed and said “Martina, you know why”. When I gave my opinion issues, they were always satisfactory to you. Papa, when people who hardly knew me spoke negatively about me, you told them it wasn’t true. “Go near Martina and you will discover her”. You trusted my objectivity on all issues discussed at family level: disputes, guidance etc. Because you did this, Papa, I will remain factual the rest of my life. As you go, we will remember you for your love, ability to provide parental guidance with subtlety and fact, ability to speak the truth at all times in any situation and above all your message to me recently “Every beginning has an end. I am tired and I need my rest”. Papa go well, you have done it big; I am sure our heavenly Father has prepared a place for you. But know we need your intercession for our gospel sharing group-St Benedict and our small Christian community-St Augustine. Greet my fathers who went before you- J.N. Agbortar, E.D. Mengot, B.B. Bawak, Chief Nsoesie, Pa EyongEfobi and Mama Monica Tarh.

Martina Agbor Tambe

Bye Bye My GrandPa

Shared by OJ Tarh on 29th January 2013

My dear Grandpa,

I was stunned when I learnt of your passing while I was at school. Mummy had told me you were ill, but I couldn’t imagine you would leave us so soon. I remember whenever my friends came to visit at home, you would ask them “Who is your father?” Even though I was usually embarrassed by that, I knew you probably had good reasons to enquire about them. You were very loving and caring, always advising me about the need to continue excelling in school and in everything I did. We all shall miss you very much. Thank you, grandpa, for your prayers for our family. In honour of your memory, I will not fail to walk on the right path and will make sure Tanito does the same.
May you watch over us with the guardian angels as you rest in the Lord’s loving arms.

Your grandson

Ray Takor Oben (and on behalf of Ronel Tanitoluwa Offa Oben)

Safe journey beyond Pa

Shared by George Tabi Ndip on 29th January 2013

Pa you lived a full life ,offering life ,educating and sharing love .Rest in peace and say hello to your good friend & brother  as you go beyond .Be rest assured that we shall pass over the same values we benefitted from your time on earth .

Rest in peace!

Rest in peace grandfather

Shared by Jude Tarh on 28th January 2013

Dear Grandfather,

I am so sad that you are gone forever. You were very kind to all of us. Even when we had occasions to celebrate, you were always there. You were a very nice man, a very humble man. You always had a good solution to all our problems. If I have the chance to be like you one day, I will be very happy. You were a very good man. We the family that you left behind are very sad to have lost you forever, but we are happy that you are continuing your life in heaven with our grandmother, the woman you loved. So be happy with her there in heaven. Protect us and greet her for me.

May God bless you.

Your granddaugther, Anne-Monica Tabe Tarh



A True Soldier of Christ

Shared by Tanyi Tabeson on 28th January 2013


Papa! This is how I always called you! You were and died a true soldier of Christ. Your special interest in the spread of the Gospel in Manyu made you go places and sacrificed a lot to help seminarians and priests.  Papa was always concerned about the lives of priests and prayed that the priests be truly holy men of God. So, whenever he heard of a crisis concerning a priest, his first reaction was to immediately go down on his knees with his rosary, and after the prayer he would ask; “So what are they saying…?” I have never seen a rare personality like our papa Tarh…he would tell you the stark reality and truth about everything be it welcome or unwelcome. I marveled at papa’s humility, faith in God, sense of humour and wisdom. Though his son, Papa, would call me again and again to find out “how for village…how for work…una dey fine…?  

          I  could carry out my pastoral ministry in Awanchi/Betieku (a difficult area as many people term it) with a lot of ease and favour because Pa Tarh always gave me practical hints about working with rural people. As a seasoned community development officer, he always told me; patience, witnessing and consistency. He gave me the history of the area and the coming of Christianity into the area. With these insights, I could understand where the people were coming from and how I could take them along into the realm of walking in the Kingdom of God here on earth. And this paid off a great deal.

          I can never forget the history making event we planned with papa during the death celebration of his late brother last April 2012. For the first time in the history of the Awanchi /Betieku clan, we made a “cry-die” in a Christian way! No slaughtering of goats and pigs in sacrificial manner, no slaughtering of a dog, and other anachronistic practices that do not reflect Christian faith and practice. It was not an easy venture, with all the threats. But in the end, Papa stood firm and everything was done in the Christian way. This brought a new era in the area. We can still carry out traditional events, not transgressing the Greatest Tradition put in place by God in the Word and the Church.

Papa, you lived a good, faithful and fulfilled life here on earth. Awanchi/Betieku, the Catholic Church in Mbeme parish will live to remember you! Your good deeds will live on in our hearts forever.

It is only right and fitting that you should rest in the arms of Him who loved you and gave you to us. You have done well, papa, sleep, sleep, in peace

Requiescat in Pace


Rev. Fr. Tanyi Tabeson Samuel

Catholic University, Yaoundé

Be strong papa is with the Lord.

Shared by Liz Tenku on 28th January 2013

Papa, rest in perfect peace.

Dear Emmanuel Tarh and Family,

It is with great sorrow and regret that I heard of your dad’s passing.

I know no words of mine can soothe you in this grief-stricken time, but I do want you to know of our deepest sympathy. We are all thinking and praying for you.

 Be strong and be reassured by Ecclesiastes 4:2-3 (NIV) which tells us:

“2 And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive 3 but better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.”

We love you all!

Liz Tenku and family.




Shared by OJ Tarh on 28th January 2013


Prayer, you always reminded me is the key to a happy life devoid of stress, irrespective of life’s daily hurdles. Your God, Our God– the living God, certainly listens to OUR prayers, because he blessed you with an abundant and full family life, and continues to protect us from mother earth’s unexplained and sometimes mysterious snares. Some of us have experienced retreats on your invitation. I promise to remain a catalyst in keeping the prayer legacy alive in this large family. On 29/6/2010 when I went on retirement from the Cameroon Public service, you were the first to congratulate me for an honourable exit from the exigencies and social constraints of Territorial Administration and advised me on how to keep fit even on retirement. Tuesday 15/01/2013 was like a dream carrying you from Mount Mary Hospital to the Buea Regional Hospital Mortuary. It is ‘ wish and we celebrate your full life, while taking you home, in order that you rest in the bosom of Our Lord.  

Nchaffu Mbiwan SON-IN-LAW

“Hunter turned Friend and Confidant”

Shared by OJ Tarh on 28th January 2013
It seems like yesterday that I met you in your Bonduma residence for the first time. This was against the advice of your daughter Anne, who had told me you were a good ‘hunter’ (more like executioner) with a very long and efficient double barrelled gun. Since I had been warned of the possible risks, I secured the services of your other daughter Jane (Bodyguard), to rush me to hospital if for any reason your bullet didn’t hit its target. I still remember the first steps I made into your compound that Saturday afternoon, and how I met you in your living room. “Good afternoon Sir, Oben is my name” I said. “Good afternoon and welcome” you replied… “Please sit down”. I said to myself “this must be a trap; the next thing will be the doors being shut behind me”. I am sure you noticed the reluctance with which I sat down, so you tried to make things easier for me by saying “Jane, your friend Mr. Oben is here to see you”. Of course my Bodyguard obliged. Now, it became tricky, because we had to carry out our conversation in your presence. This turned out well, because in reality it became a conversation between you and me, with the Bodyguard being the onlooker. I was relieved when one of your friends came to visit, knowing that your attention will be directed somewhere else; but it was not to be. You shocked the Bodyguard by introducing me to your friend as “my friend Mr. Oben who has come to visit from Yaounde”. “What has happened to the ‘Hunter’?” I asked myself. To cut a very long “after visit story” short, immediately after the traditional marriage formalities of your daughter Anne were complete, and despite the singing and dancing going on, you were able to pull me to the side to say “you have succeeded (in tricking me), not so?”…… I now had to brace myself to cope with you as a father-in-law; knowing that fathers-in-law are generally stereotyped as the most uncompromising and extremely demanding people. For seven years, I waited to see this trait, but never did. On the contrary, for the last ten years you made it very clear to me and to all your children that I was no longer a son-in-law, but one of your children and a very good friend. This, you expressed not only in words, but in all your actions, even letting me in on secrets you said you didn’t want to take to your grave. I thank you for accepting to spend the last two years of your life on earth with us in Yaounde. They were two years of education for me; two years of showing me the importance of prayer; two years of learning how to cope with retirement; two years of history lessons on pre- and post-independence Cameroon; two years of looking at life differently. These two years coincided with the two most difficult years of my career, but your presence at home with us, helped me sail through. You prayed endlessly for my family to grow bigger, and the Almighty granted your heart’s desire. You prayed for your children and grandchildren daily, and I am sure you will continue doing that from where you presently are. You showed me the importance of living a “simple” life through your examples, and I will be always grateful for that. I will miss you very very much, but I am comforted by the fact that I got to know and live with a man like you. Takor had the opportunity to learn a few things from you, but I will make sure that sometime in the future, Tanitoluwa knows that he had a “Wise and Wonderful Grandpa”.
Professor Julius Oben

Tribute to PA arh

Shared by OJ Tarh on 28th January 2013

Pa , you took me and my fatherless kids as yours; you made us share in your blessings. Thanks for linking us to this great family you have left behind. The journey has not been easy; you have been traveling for a long time and you are weary and worn; you have got to keep the FAITH you had with your LORD and in GLORY, you will wear your CROWN. We shall meet to part no more.

Alice Tagem

Farewell to Pa Benedict Mpa Tarh: Friend, Elder Brother and Father

Shared by OJ Tarh on 28th January 2013

Pa Tarh, you were more than a friend to me.

Rather, you were more of an elder brother or a father.

We lived together during your early period of service to the Nation,

And we happened to be groomed by the same mentor, late Hon. E.T. Egbe.


As a result of such backgound,

You carved for yourself a lifestyle where integrity, humility,

hard work and devotion became the cardinal pillars.

You were always open, forgiving and accommodating,

I cannot recall you ever displaying envy against anyone,

Or bearing grudge towards those who offended you.


You got married to a lovely wife,

Monica Denis Ojong Enoh (a Princess she was),

One who was close to me like a sister.

For 36 years you founded a home,

Wherein you led a happy and fulfilled life,

Opening your arms to all and sundry,

And welcoming each visitor as your own son or daughter, brother or sister.

Until the Lord called her home in 1997.


From that union, you were blessed with many offspring,

Children who took after the values you inculcated.

With discipline, hard work, humility and honesty you brought them up,

To become successful persons in life and responsible people in society,

Excelling in their different professions, and heading their own families,

All this, as a result of the seeds

You planted and nurtured in a spirit of endless prayer.


Today, as you move on to the Great Beyond,

I know you are leaving as a happy man,

Proud of the legacy you are leaving behind,

And fully assured that your work has not been in vain.


Farewell, Pa Tarh,

And, may God grant you a well-deserved rest.


Nfor Tabetando

Bachuo-Ntai Kingdom


Shared by Athel Ayuk/tambe on 27th January 2013

He came into the world, touched countless hearts and then when he had fulfilled his promises,God called him!
My dear brothers and sisters, papa did it big. As painful as his passing can be,he has gone to a place where there is no more sorrow but joy. WEEP YE NOT, let the holy spirit come down and wipe every tear in your eyes as you prepare to lay a father of the people to rest. 
 He has departed from earth to be with Christ after all these numerous accomplishments, therefore even though he's gone spritually his presence is still felt everywhere. May God grant him eternal rest by his side whilst you all get comforted.

2 Corinthians 5:6-8So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at  home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight.  Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at  home with the Lord.

Oh yes, he's gone home sweet home!
 Adieu Pa Tarh until we meet again to part no more.

ETHEL(On behalf of the Tambes)

RIP Ata BM Tarh (by Ntuifam Batae Enoh)

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 27th January 2013

When Mr. Tarh married our sister, Monica Denis Ojong Enoh (of blessed memory), our father late Chief Denis Enoh Tabot of Kembong, declared that he considered him not as an in-law but as a son.

In fact, for over half a century Pa Tarh’s life largely reflected this declaration. His house was always wide open and welcoming to all those who came knocking. He made no distinction between his family and in-laws. He considered anyone’s problem as his own, offering assistance, wise counsel and galvanizing into action where necessary.

In recognition of his indefatigable effort and singularity of accomplishment, the Kembong Royal Family, fons honorum, graciously conferred him the noble title Ata Nkak Oboh.

RIP Ata Benedict Tarh.

HRM Ntuifam Batae Enoh 
Paramount Ruler of Kembong

Daddy, Lost for words

Shared by Francis Ngang on 27th January 2013


The news dropped like a bombshell, I screamed so loud when I read the sms from Abang,to the extent that the foundation of our office building trembled! The second sms from Jane did not have that same effect, because my spirit was already so low, sapped by the weight of the loss and thoughts of guilt. Yes guilt because for over three years or more, and being so far away from home, I have not been able to visit you, so we share those inspiring moments together as you alone knew how to craft them.

From the day I was blessed to know you, as a friend to your children and as neighbours in Obili, when I moved to Yaounde for university studies in 1985, to when your retired to Buea, you are DADDY to me, and will forever be - the warm welcome each time we met, the advice and experience sharing, the life inspiring stories, and above all the VALUES you stood for! - generosity of heart, boundless kindless, the spirit of sharing and a firm trust in GOD.

DADDY, from your life's path I learned that SUCCESS is not so much about how much money you make, its much more about how much difference you make in people's life. Your life fully examplified this, as you were always there for others!

DADDY, yours has been a fulfilled life indeed! The journey has come to an end and as in  "Macbeth" there is this cruel reminder that "Life is but a walking shadow ....)! DADDY, rest assured your heritage values shall live on forever!

DADDY, you will be forever missed! and as we believe in the resurrection of the body and life everlasting, I trust we will meet again!

Thank you heartily for all the life lessons and RIP

Francis F. Ngang

Abidjan, Côte d'Ivoire


Shared by OJ Tarh on 27th January 2013

“...The Old Order Changeth Yielding Place to the New and God fulfils Himself in Many Ways. Lest One Good Custom should corrupt the World...” the acclaimed Poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson in “Mort D’Arthur” [The death of a King].

Pa Benedict Mpahnyo Tarh aka BM Tarh, has begun his final journey after his exit from this pilgrim world. If man lived forever, I would have asked God for special favour/blessings for this Kendem Patriarch and erudite scholar, who was among the few the villages along Bamenda-Mamfe road could boast of. Despite a disappointing political career marked by segregation and discrimination, Pa Tarh remained steadfast and calm, a disciplinary mogul, a strong unifier, a serviceable, sanctimonious peacemaker, and above all, the last living historical encyclopaedia that commanded enormous respect from his contemporaries. He served his community with undivided loyalty, asking not what the community could do for him but what he could do for the community. In my modest opinion, BM Tarh died at a ripe age and deserves a belated thank you for an accomplished life. I write this eulogy with a heavy heart due to my intimate relationship [father-son] to the fallen king. The life of BM Tarh was characterised by three main phases, namely, his political adventure, followed by his career as a Civil Servant, and last, his Spirituality as a member of the Roman Catholic Faith [St. Joseph’s Cathedral Mamfe]. Sadly, after many years, I realised and have confirmed my own conviction that, those who are born great might end up unnoticed because of their minority background. That best described the Reading-UK Graduate, Pa Tarh. Inborn in him was honesty and trust, [emphasis added], as a grown up child [Conversations with Pa Tarh], he was a scout boy. Scout boys in those days were boys of solid, profound, impeccable and moral character. That eventually paved the way for Pa Tarh to be entrusted with sophistry and sensitive information. He was the bearer of highly secretive letters, stitched inside his trouser pockets from the Bamenda grasslands to the VIKUMA [Victoria-Kumba-Mamfe] province.Those were the heydays of his political life. His connection to venerated Anglophone figures who animated the political scene in British Southern Cameroons and later West Cameroon, such as S.A George, Ta Egbe Tabi, Tandeng Muna, J.N. Foncha, N.N. Mbile and E.M.L. Endeley, concerning national issues of cessation from Nigeria and Reunification with La République, was no mean achievement. If all the details were to be written about this great Kendem colossus, who had mentioned to me the need for a publication, there would hardly be any room to write. Regrettably, those who make history don’t write their story. BM. Tarh epitomised the quintessential form of political purity in his service to both his community and the State. Yet, he was given no consideration and a smear campaign against him from individual interests and guild edge ego politics amidst profligacy, was the order of the day till today, for those jokers who have arrogated to themselves the task of choosing political leaders. Nonsense!!   After my successful entrance into the prestigious International Relations Institute of Cameroon-IRIC, and my very last conversations with him, Pa Tarh said “In life there comes a time that even when you are surrounded by billionaires, you still have to fight all alone”. That alone, was telling, emotional, inspirational and revealing to me, instilling more courage, determination and no limit. BM Tarh’s death is a glaring revelation, a journey beginning with the passage from humanity to eternity and finally to martyrdom. “Pa, there is more to life than the way one dies. It is the way one has lived one’s life” Good Nite Dad.

Bertrand Etukeni Agbaw-Ebai

IRIC-Scholar Yaounde-Cameroon

Shared by OJ Tarh on 27th January 2013

You have fought the good fight and won!!! You were an inspiration to many and was always ready to advise anyone who came your way. I remember how you used to advise me when we went for your doctor's appointment at CUSS, the funny things you used to say to me, one of such being you were going to put all your slim girls for a contest, (me, Makem, Akem, Agborsong). It was so funny the way you said it, and it made me laugh. You asked me to always pray, and even gave me a small leaflet on the Holy spirit, and asked me to use it in praying. You were not only our physical father, but you were also a spiritual covering over us all. You are gone to be with the Lord, but your spirit is still with us. We will mis you Papa (Pa Tarh) as most people called you, but you were papa to me. I Know you are in a better place. The angels received you with smiles and you have joined this company of angels to watch over us. Adieu Papa, Pa Tarh, BM... We will miss you, but I know we will meet again.  

Marie Akem

Shared by OJ Tarh on 27th January 2013
Pa Tarh,
When I heard of your sudden passing, the first thought that came to my mind was a day in September of 2002, when we had to travel to the USA. My friends and I had already made plans to attend UNIBU, and I wasn't really excited to travel abroad. I was very reluctant to put my things together for the airport. Consequently, Mummy, Auntie Cornie & Auntie Jane started yelling at me for being naughty. Papa, you were the only one who didn't yell at me that day. You took me aside and spoke to me with much care, instructing me to go dress up for the trip. Papa, I will always remember your kind heart and strict rules. You will be missed, but you will remain in our hearts forever.

Arah Ebai-Oben


Shared by OJ Tarh on 27th January 2013


I cannot recount the number of times you advised me, but I am sure you had my interest at heart. You were there for me whenever I came for outings from Sasse. I always enjoyed your company with your well-prepared meals and some money to take back to school. You always reminded me about the importance of prayers and taught me how to pray, for no matter how confident we are in ourselves we always need God by our side. Happy the man, and happy, he alone, He who, secure within, can say “I am glad you were part of me.” Mbombo, I’ll miss you. Greet my two Grandmas for me, Mammy Monica Tarh, Mammy Jenny Agborsong Mbiwan and Papa Agbortoko Mbiwan.

Grandpa, Rest in peace. Adieu

Your grandson Tarh Mpanyoh Mbiwan.

Tribute to a mentor and father Pa Benedict Tarh

Shared by OJ Tarh on 27th January 2013

In May 1992, I moved into an apartment in Pa Tarh’s Buea residence. I gained this privileged position after several informal screening encounters, as the apartment was vacant for quite some time. I tried my utmost to meet up with the challenges of a young man living within the ambit of a renowned and respected man/family. Pa Tarh shared the wealth of his rural development and traditional knowledge with me. The relationship soon moved from a tenant position to son and development colleague. This status required Pa and I to most of the time eat, attend cultural and development meetings and worst of all return home together. When my marriage occasion came up, my biological parents gave the right of place to Pa Tarh to sit for my father. Ma Tarh was equally delighted to have a daughter in-law, a gift she cherished until her passing into eternity in 1997. Pa Tarh owned all of us (myself, wife and children) and wanted to know where, when, and what was happening. Even how it was going to happen was of interest to him. My daughter, Eneke, just before the start of GCE “O” level last May, called Pa to pray for her. Although she passed, Pa frowned at me and my wife for not giving him the opportunity to physically congratulate her. Pa leaves behind the virtues of prayer, patience, honesty, hard work and love. We will forever remember you Papa.

For Bakia’s family, Yaounde Sesekou Besong Bakia Amanekundu

To My Beloved Father (by Darias Mbiwan)

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 27th January 2013


For the many years I have lived, I have been very privileged to have had you as a father, dad, daddy, papa or Pa. The care, advice, treats, discipline, you showered on me, my children and husband are simply enormous.

Papa, even on your sick bed, you were more worried when I coughed, and you asked me if I cannot prepare the cough mixture you taught us to make.

On your sick bed, you were still giving us some lessons on herbs, telling us when and how to use them. It is still written behind an envelope in my handbag because I hadn’t any paper on me.

You sent me on mission but never waited to get the report. God knows why! God giveth and God taketh. We thank God for your life on earth.

Papa, as a man of faith, I pray that God’s heavenly angels open the gates upon your arrival and that you continue interceding for us.

I will pray and practise patience, for the workload you’ve assigned to Emmanuel and myself is pretty heavy. Anyway, we’ll pray for Christ’s intervention.

Papa, most people always say I talk about my father a lot. Why should’nt I? The memories from childhood to adulthood, the reproofs, the petting, the discipline and the gifts are all memories that can never be wiped out.

Papa, I pray the LOVE and TOGETHERNESS you instilled in us as a family will always prevail no matter what.

Papa, I hope you’ve met Mami Monica Tarh, Ma Mboh, Pa Ferdi, Mami Jenny Mbiwan and all those who have gone ahead. Please greet all of them.

Papa, it’s difficult to say Goodbye but I’ll try to do so.

Papa, Oje no no – ah ! Darias, se me nkub mwem.

Lord, give you Eternal Rest, Amen

Darias Mbiwan


The Greatest Grandpa In The World (by Toko Mbiwan)

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 27th January 2013


I am very proud and BLESSED to have had you as my Pa, Grandpa, Adviser and Friend. Everything I have achieved and will ever achieve is based entirely on the principles you taught my parents, uncles, aunties, relatives and friends, who in turn taught me. Some of these include; living a prayerful life, exercising humility in everything we do, cherishing family and having the attitude of “Doing Something Once and Doing It Right” [or you will get a beating you will live to remember!!!].

Growing up, I dreaded the LONG rosary prayers, and the inevitable ‘STOPS’ we made at Bonduma on the last days of school. I dreaded these ‘STOPS’ because despite having excellent results you always found my mistakes and criticised. But the most striking of all my experiences, was after I obtained my Ordinary levels from Sasse, I had decided to go to Sacred Heart College Mankon, despite, Mummy and Daddy trying to convince me to continue in Sasse. I remember travelling with Daddy from Tombel with Mummy’s blessing to Buea, in order to collect my results slip and go for the interview in Mankon. When we STOPPED in Bonduma [These STOPS again], you called Daddy and I, to sit down and you advised me. Daddy just sat there and said absolutely nothing. The fact that my Dad, sat down and said absolutely nothing (before, during and after) while you spoke, puzzled me. Twenty minutes later, we were on the road back to Tombel and a few weeks later, I was back in Sasse with Tarh. Several years later, several events brought me to confirm the Ibo proverb that says; "What an Old Man Sees Sitting Down, A Young Man Cannot See Standing Up". I equally remember calling to say ‘Thank You, Very Much for Having Changed My Mind on That Fateful Day’.

As promised, I will always remember and keep the gift you gave me in 2005 and every time I get on my knees to pray, I will always remember how BLESSED I have been to have had you as my Pa, Grandpa, Adviser and Friend.

Papa, please greet Grandma for us and May God give you Eternal Rest.

Your grandson

Agbortoko Mbiwan

Fare Thee well Papa (By E E Nchung)

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 27th January 2013


I remember our home in Yaounde, which was full of people who came to follow up their files at the various Ministries in Yaounde. I remember the many university students who were stranded and found shelter under your roof. You were “Papa” to all, without discrimination and your exemplary life has touched so many people who grew up in your hands, including those who came in contact with you.

I remember when I came to Cameroon last September, I visited you in Yaounde and we spent one night together. The next day, just before my departure, you gave me a hug and some prayers to recite frequently, and you told me this would be the last time I will see you alive and I said “no”. You said, "Mark my words, the way I am feeling this time around, I am sure I will not make it…..”

Thank you Papa, for making us who we are in life today. Greet Mami, Sister Irene, Essoka, Ayuk-Oneke and all the others who have gone ahead. Till we meet again, Farewell Papa.

Your daughter,
Nchung Evelyn Ebai

Rest in Peace Papa

Shared by Ndando Family on 26th January 2013

Just a short note to wish Papa well as he makes the transition from the ailments of this world to the bossom of our heavenly Father.  We thank God for his life and all he contributed to those around him and pray for the repose of his soul.  

To my sister and "bo" Darias and the entire Tarh family we say take heart.  Papa has fought his own fight and completed his race.  The Bible says blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted, so we pray that you all find that special comfort that only He can provide - in Jesus' name, Amen!

Namondo Mbiwan Ndando
(For the Ndando Family)   

my uncle, my doctor

Shared by Lilian Kabisen on 26th January 2013

Even before the doctors decided to discontinue all medications and just let my immune system recover from the effect of too much drugs, you knew what my body needed. You would come with a pan of cooked bone marrow and huckleberry which you would have prepared yourself and would just sit there patiently waiting for me to eat and when I would not want to eat as it was usually the case, you would  plead with me, and other times you would scold at me. There were times when you would ask me if I wanted to die and leave you behind. Yes uncle, you are one reason I did not lose the battle against typhoid fever like most did that year. THANK YOU UNCLE.

It was with a frightening awareness that I may never see you again when I could not meet you last March. I praise the Lord Jesus for the few days spent with you in the summer of 2010. Thank you uncle for showering us with blessings. 

I understand you have passed on, but I am still to understand that it means NEVER seeing you again. You would have told me: “Lilian, the Bible says; for everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven,  a time to be born and a time to die” Eccl. 3:1-2

In our sorrow, we still can rejoice in you, for LOVE, JOY, PEACE, PATIENCE, KINDNESS, GOODNESS and FAITHFULLNESS radiate from your life.

Rest in PEACE

Your niece 
Lilian Smith geb. Langmia


Bye Papa (Tribute by Tabot Justin Enow)

Shared by Emmanuel Tarh on 26th January 2013

Papa, you told me in Yaounde that time was drawing near and that when you get to Buea, you would not be coming back. It was difficult for me to believe. When we traveled to Buea, you told me you won’t return to Yaounde because the time was drawing closer.  I saw how slowly you were journeying and , because I didn’t want you to go, I refused to  accept your words even though we have always been in accordance with our thoughts. When I entered your room at 2 am, at 3 am, at 4 am, at 5 am, and at 6 am,  you were always praying and you asked me why your time to depart was so slow in coming.

When I returned to Yaounde, some people realized that I was often absent-minded and looked disturbed because, whenever I thought of you, all our talks, discussions and your instructions took me to limbo for some time before I regained consciousness.

When I received the call at that exact minute on Tuesday, 15th January 2013, informing me that your journey was near completion, I asked myself why I was refusing to accept the inevitable.

Papa, now that you have gone ahead, go in peace. I will never do anything or take any contrary decision. I’m very certain that you’re happier where you are now and will always be there for us. Thank you for everything, especially for the last blessings you gave my children, wife and I at 4 a.m.  in your bedroom on Thursday 27th December 2012, a farewell gift from you before we returned to Yaounde.


Your son

Tabot Justin Enow

Papa, you've gone but your words live on

Shared by Doris Et on 25th January 2013

Papa, if I ever wondered the power of prayers, you've taught me to be steadfast & hold on to it. Thus I trust you will always interceed for us. For I know you are in the most appropriate place now...in our Lord`s bosom. I am grateful to God for the cherished moments we shared.

Your grand children Judith, Bate, Lucy and Arah will very much miss you. Especially going to church with you or jumping on you when they come to Buea on holidays.

Say me well to Mami Monica, tell her I found my steps back home.

Remember to tell Daddy Bawak of God's wonders on Sist Oben.

Papa, you've gone but your words live on & I'll practice them, as they sure lead to a long healthy life.

We Love u always...

Your daughter-in-law Doris Enow T.

Fare Thee Well Papa (by Cornelia Tarh)

Shared by Adrian Tarh on 25th January 2013

From humble beginnings,
Through humble earnings,
Following humble horizons,
For humble goals,
To, should I say, humble ends?
But, you procreated, bonded with and built,
A colossal edifice of human community,
By your magnanimity.

And so,
An era gone by,
A light extinguished,
A patriarch called up higher grounds,
A father snatched away from his children’s pleas,
A friend stolen off the party arena!
Could it be true?
It looks only like yesterday, you begot me,
40years plus; a long time we spent together,
Yaounde 1967, 1968, 1969 ……
But, it’s just like yesterday!!
Oh, how time flies!

A round trip, we have made.
Could there be better Divine designs?
Just the two of us, (and some others) – a brood of relatives and friends,
I bonded with just a parent – my father.
My father, from my early years.

That same design left just the two of us again,
And yet with some more others – my own kids,
But you bathed me and watched me eat and sleep the first time;
The second time, I bathed you and watched over you eat and sleep.
Oh, how mysterious are the ways of our God?
When I now ponder over it,
I marvel at the Almighty who works wonders for me! Holy is His name!

Ah! That fateful Tuesday! The 15th of January,
It is a day for the sorrowful mysteries,
Ah! That hour 02:30 – 03:30pm!
It is the hour of DIVINE MERCY.
Could it be just have been an error or chance?
It was the hour! It was well designed.
It had been prepared for.
You, papa, had worked for and towards it with fear and trembling.
You had supplicated your creator and His Son,
Jesus, in whom you trusted,
And Mary, His beloved mother, to grant you mercy at the hour of your death!

Again, when I look at it, I stand in AWE of our God.
The creator of Heaven and earth;
I feel humbled and diminished in His presence.

You Pa Tarh, were father to all,
You, Papa, were one who loved and cared for people,
You hadn’t a treasury of Gold and Silver,
You had a treasury of Love and Care,
To dish out to all who crossed your path,
And to all whose paths you crossed.
People even made a mockery of your generosity,
Yes – they did in Yaounde.
But the Lord, whom you were serving in all this,
Gave you an earthly reward as a foretaste for all to bear witness to – and what next?

In all this, I’ve learned one thing:
We are all but pilgrims here on earth,
We have no permanent stay here,
We own nothing here,
We are here for a divine mission,
Without which we have no business to be here,
We have a task to seek and discover that mission,
Then, we’ll make the world a worthwhile place for ourselves and for others.
Then, in essence, we’ll be fulfilling the 10 commandments by our lives.

Cornelia Mbohkung Tarh
(Your Daughter & Mother) 

Bye Bye My Grand Dad

Shared by OJ Tarh on 25th January 2013

Grand Dad

Your sudden departure is a puzzle to me. The pain is much, the loss is immeasurable and the vacuum large. I thought you would live much longer so that we enjoy you more and materialize the plans we often shared. You loved us dearly and we really do miss you. Posterity will live to recount what a loving father indeed you were. Shalom grandfather ………………..


Your granddaughter

Ngob Asuarrey.

Shared by OJ Tarh on 25th January 2013

Dearest Papa

You have left us according to divine will;

But those loving memories of you are like precious pearls to us.

So we are going to keep it jealously for nothing to take it away from us.

It is very obvious you created a vacuum which no one can fill.

We will have to suffer your absence;


For who will be there to advise us in moments of difficulty?

Who will be there to give us the courage we need to face life's battle?

You thought us to work hard and be positive in life, no matter what and above all to forgive. How to keep the family together you taught us and insisted so much on keeping a cool head no matter the tension.


As I stood close to you during your last moments;

And watched you bid us farewell;

One thing keeps coming up my mind;

A great era is folding up.


Will I be able to stand up to the responsibility you placed on me?

What about staying in close relationship with God?

Holding my temper at bay?

Sure! Yes you taught me how to.


Thank you for always being there for us.

Thank you for the firm gripe.

Thank you for the Love.

Thank you.


May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace


Brenda & Bruno Difang Tarh

Go in Peace my dear Son, Your work is done!

Shared by OJ Tarh on 25th January 2013

(A well-deserved Tribute to Papa, My Senior Colleague & Mentor)

Papa that phone call from Ojong at 8.55A.M (2.55PM Cameroon time) took me by surprise….You had always told us to be strong but for once, the news of you departure as OJ put it, turned me into a helpless wailing little girl….

The week before had been traumatic, knowing your true health condition and just the mere thought of you in pain, helpless, and most probably dying some day, stole sleep away for several nights. I sought solace when I downloaded the ‘Divine Healing Prayers’ from the net, which I prayed ceaselessly every day and night, praying the Good Lord to heal you and spare you the pain. When the calls reported your responding to treatment, I was beginning to pride myself as a prayer warrior, confirmed by our phone conversation that Sunday 13 January. Your voice was strong and clear, like I hadn’t heard for a long time, and you confirmed you were feeling much better. I thought I had known you well and could decipher any underlying message when you spoke, but this day I failed to get the clue. I now remember that thrice, you said “Thank you, let me speak with Jonathan, greet the children….Now those “Thank you’s” make sense…they were good byes said otherwise.

Papa, when I contemplate our journey together, I can only say we are Blessed to be your children.  I personally recall our life together in Nkambe, in 1972, when we lived just the two of us; how you warmed water every morning, gave me a bath, and how we had breakfast together before we both left the house each day. When you were travelling, you would leave me at the convent with the Reverend Sisters. Now, I try to imagine what sacrifice and dedication it entails to live alone with a 4-year old child… It only takes you, Papa, to perform a full day’s job in the company of a 4-year old child, who would have most likely been touching on everything and asking questions on end. Little did I know that those were my first lessons as your tutee, a future rural development colleague, until Emman later joined us and we continued the journey three of us …Who ever said destiny does not exist?

You armed us on life’s journey with 3 key tools: the Pen, the Rosary and your most preferred guava tree whip (which did not break like the pear), reminding us of the need for hard work, taking our education seriously, being upright, with a high sense of integrity, “SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, AND MEAN WHAT YOU SAY”, showing love and compassion, even to strangers, sharing and caring for each other; and above all, the fear of the Lord! Like Christ, and true to the development premise that ‘Resources will always be limited, while needs abound’, you performed miracles, ‘feeding 5000 people with five loaves of bread and two fish”, believing that a house is never full, among others. To remind us of the need to stay on track, you would say in you characteristic style “TIGER NO DI BORN GOAT”.

Papa the teacher, teaching us Writing, Arithmetic and Reading,  and even  French with your “ASSIMILE FRANÇAIS” when we moved to Yaounde; taking us around Yaounde and showing us the Monuments of antiquity (whatever that meant to us); taking us to the village to know who we are and be proud of where we come from….. Doctor Papa, with the weekly Nivaquine and Aspirin, cough syrups made from honey, lime and all, when regular cough syrup did not help, treating our wounds and sprains, waking up every night religiously to make sure we were okay as we slept.


With wise words of encouragement you would lift us up when we thought all was lost, always reminding us that: “God has a Plan”, “With God everything is possible”, “Pray relentlessly”, “Good things never come easy”…..You were steadfast in taking care of our material needs with your limited means,  and spiritual needs. You never gave up even when nothing seemed to work, and at last the Lord answered you his servant and made you smile toward the end of your journey.

As our relationship drifted from Father-daughter to colleagues, our conversations became boring to the others once in a while, as you worried about paying for my subscription to the ‘Women’s Tribune’, to accumulating points with CTA to get free copies of development publications, to upcoming conferences and workshops, etc.  You supported me through my development training, coaching me before job interviews and following up my progress on the job and in-between jobs, taking time to proof-read and edit my training modules and write-ups when I had to attend international seminars or conferences

In one of our Leadership training courses, we were told that “Success is the point where hard work and opportunity converge”. You graduated from this earth, Papa, a successful project manager, a ‘Summa cum laude’ in the school of life. Had I other words to express gratitude beyond ‘Thank you’, I ‘d use them…Like the Ngie people say, “You cannot measure the joy of a dog with a short tail”…So, Papa, Thank you for what you have been to me, and to Jonathan, Bawak and your “mbombo”, Mpanyo Tarh, and even our friends. Thank you for what you taught us in the school of life. Thank you for your legacy to humankind…..So long Papa, as you reunite with Mami…. Let her know that the seeds you both so graciously nurtured have grown into a forest… and so will your memories linger on forever and ever, as we await our turn at the bus stop. Amen

Your daughter/ Colleague

Mrs.  Takang née Jane Akem Tarh

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