ForeverMissed
Saying farewell to our beloved Dada and coming to the realization that she is truly gone, has left a huge void in our lives and in our hearts. We don’t get to talk to her, see her, hear her voice or be in her presence again but we can keep her memory alive.

This online memorial will help preserve some memories of Dada’s life for ourselves and future generations. Please record your tribute, share stories, pictures and videos. The website is a WIP for now as we continue adding and editing content. 

We miss her beyond the power of description, but we’re deeply grateful that she will always be a part of who we are.


Posted by Harry Ngomesia on May 23, 2021
My funky grandmother, the life of the party and the best cook. We spent many days in the backyard in Bamenda, and in your kitchen in Wum. Always rewarding me for little acts from having my bamboo toycar made, to “dashing” me coins randomly all the time. I know I said not to go before My money came, but our memories and time can never be traded for anything.You lived a full life, may you rest in peace Dada
Posted by Linda Nduo on May 23, 2021
Before she was Dada, she was Auntie Mary. In fact, I first heard my aunt referred to as Dada long after the dictator with the same moniker had been deposed and I must have had a puzzled expression on my face as she was the furthest thing from dictatorial.

Over time, as her siblings including my mother passed away, and as there were fewer and fewer people around who had visceral knowledge of the family, Dada and I became closer. We had never really engaged in small talk. I was either making her laugh with my bad humor or she was telling me that it was time to eat. If there was a matter to be resolved, we dispatched it in no time. I’m not certain why, but we had a measure of understanding that did not need words and may have been the result of shared joy and pain over a long period of time. But I psychoanalyze.

It is said that a man marries a woman and hopes that she never changes while a woman marries a man and hopes that he changes. I can state that I mostly knew what to expect from Dada as she did not change with the season. Unlike marriage, I did not have a say on who my aunt was, however when we meet again, I would have done well were she to declare “Ollie, you dun change for the better”.

Dada, I will be forever thankful for your steady hand and wisdom.

Personal tribute to Dada on behalf of the Ndimbie’s
Oliver Kimka Ndimbie, M.D., Flower Mound, TX, May 5, 2021
Posted by Linda Nduo on May 20, 2021
Dada, my granddaughter, go well. You know we had a very special relationship but life overtook it. Dada my granddaughter was a great mother for all who came by her, a very generous heart to all, and our excellent support when no one could notice us in our humble beginnings. May her pleasant soul rest in perfect peace.
Henry Ngomesia
Posted by Linda Nduo on May 14, 2021
Dada, my daughter, I still cannot believe you are gone.... suddenly, without any warning. I wish I knew the last time we spoke that it would be the very last in this physical world.... when you tried telling me as you did several times that your health is ailing and you are ready to go, I brushed it off and we laughed as we always did that your punishment for thinking that would be a very very long life!.... if I had even the slightest feeling that it would be the last time, I would have listened more, committed to memory the way you always say “my mama”, the sound of your laugher and the radiance on your face when you smiled..... I am not crying that you are gone because I know you were ready to go. I am crying because I will miss you so very much. But I will take comfort in the fact that you are always with us. We love you soo much. We miss you.
Your Mama, sisters and brother

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Posted by Harry Ngomesia on May 23, 2021
My funky grandmother, the life of the party and the best cook. We spent many days in the backyard in Bamenda, and in your kitchen in Wum. Always rewarding me for little acts from having my bamboo toycar made, to “dashing” me coins randomly all the time. I know I said not to go before My money came, but our memories and time can never be traded for anything.You lived a full life, may you rest in peace Dada
Posted by Linda Nduo on May 23, 2021
Before she was Dada, she was Auntie Mary. In fact, I first heard my aunt referred to as Dada long after the dictator with the same moniker had been deposed and I must have had a puzzled expression on my face as she was the furthest thing from dictatorial.

Over time, as her siblings including my mother passed away, and as there were fewer and fewer people around who had visceral knowledge of the family, Dada and I became closer. We had never really engaged in small talk. I was either making her laugh with my bad humor or she was telling me that it was time to eat. If there was a matter to be resolved, we dispatched it in no time. I’m not certain why, but we had a measure of understanding that did not need words and may have been the result of shared joy and pain over a long period of time. But I psychoanalyze.

It is said that a man marries a woman and hopes that she never changes while a woman marries a man and hopes that he changes. I can state that I mostly knew what to expect from Dada as she did not change with the season. Unlike marriage, I did not have a say on who my aunt was, however when we meet again, I would have done well were she to declare “Ollie, you dun change for the better”.

Dada, I will be forever thankful for your steady hand and wisdom.

Personal tribute to Dada on behalf of the Ndimbie’s
Oliver Kimka Ndimbie, M.D., Flower Mound, TX, May 5, 2021
Posted by Linda Nduo on May 20, 2021
Dada, my granddaughter, go well. You know we had a very special relationship but life overtook it. Dada my granddaughter was a great mother for all who came by her, a very generous heart to all, and our excellent support when no one could notice us in our humble beginnings. May her pleasant soul rest in perfect peace.
Henry Ngomesia
her Life
Dada was born into the family of Ma Francisca Nduo, on February 13th, 1933 in Bojongo. She was the fifth child in a family of seven and was named Mary Phelomena Enjem.
Mena as she was fondly called by her siblings did her primary education in Bojongo. The quest for more knowledge took her to kumba where she completed her training at STS kumba as a domestic science teacher, a role she carried out with gusto both in and out of her class room for the rest o her life.

Mena was a beautiful and elegant young woman who won beauty pageants in her locality. She also loved sports, participating in and winning many competitions. It was in one of such events in a marathon race ,that Mena fractured her right knee, an injury she carried for the rest of her life.
While pursing a teaching career, Mena met and married Mr Anthony Wabua Wango. She ultimately left her career to dedicate herself to raising and caring for her growing family. 
Dada was very active in church and within her community. A fervent catholic and a member of the Catholic Women's Association (CWA). In 2009, the CWA awarded two medals to mama as recognition for her fifty years of dedication to the church. In her village circle, Mama was called 'Natum' (Queen mother). She was loved by all hence her nicknames were many: 'Dada', 'The Girl', 'Reme', 'Mary', 'you go chop', 'mammi up down'. She was the strongest critic of her children and  family members, in her quest for excellence, but she was equally the surest island for all to seek solace , protection, encouragement, comfort and above all, love. 
Dada underwent heart surgery in March 2020 and while her health improved, she continued to be plagued by minor ailments until she passed away on April 22, 2021 in Douala Cameroon. Her passing marks the end of a generation as she joins her mom and siblings who went before her. 

She leaves behind a village of family and friends to mourn her especially the Wango's, Epo's, Ndimbes, Sih Buh's family, and her mate and friend Ma Justina Wango. She was blessed to meet her great grand kids.
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Story by Oliver Kimka Ndimbie, M.D.

Shared by Linda Nduo on May 23, 2021
In my early years, Auntie Mary was but one of my many maternal and paternal aunts and uncles but unlike several others, I knew that she was my mother’s older sisterand when challenged I did not need a long and convoluted conversation toexplainthe relationship. Auntie Mary was also Mammie Dorothy and at times Mammy Judith. I had the good fortune of growing up with my cousins who were often my best friends.We walked to primary school together and spent non-school hours in the same age-group cohort that made us relate to one another more closely than we did with our biological siblings.

Later in life, Dada and Pa Wango’s home became my base in Wum. During my brief visits to Cameroon, I would as a matter of practice visit my maternal village. My trips were in retrospect, quite scripted.With my immediate family in tow,I would drive straight to the Wango’s and get settled in. In the course of the day,I woulddiscuss what I wished to accomplish during my visit and get Dada’s and Pa Wango’s feedback.More often than not, the proposals that they made were adopted. Word would already have been sent to Magha stating that I would be there the next day. After spending time in Magha, I would return to Dada’s,visit with other family around townand depart the same or the following day.

Before one such visit, it was impressed on me that I was expected to honor the many relatives who had passed away. I was willing to oblige and had a budget in mind when I got to Wum.Dada quickly trimmed my bloated budget and had the whole of Magha quarter happily feasting the very next day. To this I can attest; I provided the meagre sum that she insisted was enough and I agreed to the broad outline of the shopping list and I went to bed. Out of that came the best gathering that I have ever “hosted” were one to judge by appreciation and satisfaction. I know my ancestors were pleased with their portion. And for all of that I have Dada to thank.

Summer with Grandkids

Shared by Linda Nduo on May 20, 2021
Gosh where do I begin recounting our summer vacations with Dada? We all looked forward to this time spent running around, eating and just being kids. We all had plates and cups in numeric order from the oldest grandchild to the youngest. I have memories sitting on the steps leading down from her room facing the kitchen eating oh so delicious meals! Dada was an amazing cook! I have this very vivid memory being about 8 or 9 years old, licking my spoon after eating a plate full of rice and stew! Yeah one of my regrets is not getting the recipe of that stew because in my 40years so far, no other stew has even come close!

Anyway I digress. I remember several summers where she would make puff puff for us to “sell” typically we would just leave it infront of the “off Licence” (bar) right next to the house and we would just take turns eating it and not doing much selling. In retrospect I think she did this just so we would have some sense of purpose because truth be told, there was never any money from “selling” that puff puff. At the end of the day we would have 100 or 200frs and we won’t even give it to her. We will spend it at Big Papa’s store buying candy and because our uncles minded the store, we will just end up getting way more candy than we could afford.

The few times she would take us to the farm, she would have spent the day before cooking something delicious to eat during rest time. Well needless to say as soon as we got to the farm and after no more than just wondering around “weeding” we will be hungry and ready for a snack! And ofcourse she will cave and it will be snack/lunchtime and we will eat and just sleep in the shade. 

Ah market days. I always looked forward to market days from the time we woke up. We would eat breakfast and head to the front. There would be people passing infront of the house with various items for sale. Big Papa will already be sitting out front by the time we got there and Dada would be buying from firewood to potatoes and vegetables right in front of her house. And ofcourse there would be many many snacks for us.....mangoes, ground sweet, Millik (milk) mostly for Big Papa but we would ofcourse enjoy some too. The few times I went with her to the market, I was always amazed she knew almost everyone the traders would say “mami nah you be the best customer I go add dash ». 

Summers and times spent with Dada in wum are some of my fondest memories of Dada. Feeling blessed to have had the opportunity to bask in the love of such a doting caring grand mother.