I remember the man,

I remember a father,a brother and a friend,

Raised by lovely parents,

loved by all,

I remember Edward astimbom Muluh,

The young teacher

The talented musician and composer,

The beautiful voice,

The awesome smile,

Oh! I remember!

Yes!! I remember vividly,

You were a strong right arm of the Family,

You could climb the highest mountain,

Go down the crooked valleys,

Reach the deepest ocean,

You fought,you raced and you conquered,

Yes!! I remember!!

I remember "Mr Spokes",

The good orator,

The fluent speaker,

The brain teaser,

The excellent debater

The synod office bulldozer,

Oh yes!! I remember!!

I remember you in your Glorious songs,

Your happiness and joy shine as rainbow,

Your devotion as a family man,

Your strength and commitment unto humanity was a force to reckon,

I remember your soft but gentle words in music,

I can"t forget,I remember!!

I remember during your last days,

The pain you feel is an encouragement,

The recital of psalms and words of Truth is a lesson,

The songs and laugter is a message,

And your departure is glorious!!

                  But when I sought to think within,

I can"t understand the misery,

I cannot equate the prove,

Truly,I can"t qualify any reason to it,

And behold I can"t question God,

Therefore,always will I remember!!

Now you are called late,

you are gone,you are far and beyond,

I can now only imagined and fantasized,

Yet you are in our hearts!!I remember!!

Mr Spokes,the teaser,the dancer,the comic breaker,singer,father,brother and friend,

Your struggle during your last days,brought light,

Your believe at your transit moments activated our faith,

Your sharing of truelove offer us a means to re-unite,

Your words in songs and poems has strengthen our character,

I remember,

You remember

We remember,

They remember!!

 The entire Family will forever miss you!!

               Adieu "Spokes".

My other half of me just disappeared! Atsimbom, we were together in our mother’s womb for at least nine months…although you came out a few minutes before me, we lived a happy life for 44 years and about 6 months…but darkness came as soon as you got your angelic wings. My tears will never go away; my heart feels like it's been thrown away…it is broken… Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

When I heard the news at around 5:30 am, (US Eastern Time) on that faithful day, I was completely heart broken and devastated. But again, I heard you say “IT'LL BE OKAY.” But I still have to fly thousands of miles to come and see if it is really true, memories running through my head not believing my twin brother's life on earth has just ended!

When the death of a family member happens we just have to remember that they are probably in a better place and would be happier for us to realize this. But again, when we lose a family member, this stays with us forever! We never get over it. Knowing that we have to deal with it for the rest of our life...Death is the last chapter in time, but the first chapter in eternity!

Sometimes we just have to STOP what we’re doing and take everything in. Life can be hectic and stressful...just take a few minutes out of your day, close your eyes. Just breathe everything in...Listen to your heart beat; just be thankful for life...’cause at the end of the day...life is truly good and God knows it better than we do! We may lose the people we love; we may lose the things we have. But no matter what happens, WE MUST NEVER LOSE OURSELVES!

But why did you have to die? I last saw you in person like 8 years ago and you were looking strong and healthy…I told you I was travelling home soon and you asked me to bring you a Tablet or a very small laptop computer...really!! The last time I spoke with you (2 days before your passing), I was trying to encourage you to hang on cos you are yet to complete your work on earth…but you told me YOU WERE TIRED OF SPEAKING…was that a good bye message? I didn’t get it then but now I get it!

I know God is looking after you now, high, high up in the sky; up there where all the angels lie. But we are all comforted by the fact that, after all, you're still down here with all of us.  The fact that we can't see you doesn't mean you're not here.

I know you are somewhere very, very near. Those we love don't just go away; they walk beside us every day: Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear. The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God.

 God must have thought you were special to take you away; but I only wished HE had waited for another day…just to let me have a last look at you… A thousand words won't bring you back, I know because I've tried; neither will a million tears, I know because I've cried. There's not a smile that could ever be replaced. God, take this pain away from me. I never got to say goodbye, I want you to tell me why. Well, maybe I was too late!

Until then we will all be missing you, till we meet again to part no more!!!!!

Adieu……………

IN LOVING MEMORY

Your twin brother,

Frederick M. Muluh

 Here is the song you composed for me when I travelled to Israel as a Jerusalem Pilgrim!!! Thank you again!!!

Finding it so so difficult to do this.My 90minute man.Yes THE LORD GIVETH AND HE HAS TAKETH.ATSI,HEY!Could i do anything in this life or you doing something without telling me,From childhood to when you asked me to travel back to Douala to start doing shopping for schools re opening for the children.This was just two days to the day GOD called your mobile.At times i will even ask myself whether we are a couple.Even when i took you to Bamenda as usual you said i should have slept on the same bed with you and Ma Edith and i just laughed over it because we have always known you as a family clown.

What makes me smile eventhough you are gone is because you died like a HERO.You asked everyone who came to pray with you to move closer to your bed and you will say ....Ma Re...hold my hand...little did i know.You asked the female choristers to sing your best song you composed...JESUS I LOVE YOU..and even controlled the pitch....little did i know.You asked me twice...Reggie what is this...little did i know.

Prepare a place for us DARLING.The vibrant,intelligent,handsome,hardworking,best organiser,peaceful,sociable...all all..Say hello to OUR darling PAPA....BARNABAS MBIBONG MULUH.He needed you so that when he is preaching,you lead the choir in HEAVEN.RIP.My girls are weeping for their wonderful UNCLE.Wipe their tears because i am finding it very difficult to explain anything to them.

Your sister,REGINA VULANSI MULUH EPSE NCHINDA.

The humour that he was. So fascinating in a lady's outfit while in Bonanjo Douala.

Four eager music composers:

Bao Bruno..........................B

Emmanuel Moteh Ndassa...E

Edward Muluh Atsibom.......E

Felix Tah Chick...................F

We planned to compose and produce Gospel music worth our talent and experience. The challenge of full dedication to music and earning a living left us with no choice but to  separate for a while. The plan was to raise enough funds to be able to produce quality; to finish the project we started in M1 Studios in Buea.

Eddy, I kept my promise. I have set up a production studio in Yaounde. Where are you my brother? There is a project to finish. If I compose; who will do the harmony? Who will check the grammar of the lyrics? Who will discipline and gently rebuke a croaked/tired voice?

Geez, man...

When you combine that which constituted the life of ATSI, you would discover a compassionate soul. It's not difficult to understand why he insisted to travel to Bamenda to continue treatment. Surely he knew he was going to leave us and did not want to trouble whoever was around. We can embrace the fact that he died doing something he believed in, so deeply; thinking about songs (celebrate, celebrate, cele-brate celebrate!!), conversing and asking about the health of others while on his sick-bed. “Pa Kerry, how can both of us be sick”, that was one of his worries. But why!

God saw how dearly ATSI and Esther wanted to know the joy of having a child, that came Kyle of their own, and even though it might not have been meant to be, He gave ATSI to their keeping for a short time so they could know that joy. When ATSI became ill and his suffering was too much to bear, God scooped him up to Heaven, and all his suffering was gone. I believe he now waits patiently for the day when we will join him, to live happily together once again. I believe that he would want us all to dwell on the happy times we shared with him, and let the sad memories fade. This is only a brief parting in the larger scheme of life.

It may comfort us all a bit to realize that ASTI is now reunited with his beloved father BMM whom he fell short of three days to get to the12th of August the date of his departure. So, the August guest is in the other world?  Late BMM that I missed knowing him as my father- in- law. The August month is memorable to us because it was in his commemoration that we had our children baptized and our marriage blessed. I think so, and believe so, that ATSI will tell him how it started with me and Regie and the part that he played to make a good rendition at the stages in life. ATSI, thank you for choosing to be our ambassador in the famous month of August.

Farewell.

Your friend and Brother-in-law

Hycinth Nchinda

My dear brother, this hand that you dealt us is too much to bare! I remember your energetic spirit!! Just the way Robby put it, you finish quick and turn around to laugh at us. You were so quick on your feet, and your zeal for life was unbeatable ! Do you remember the 'Garri' used to soak in yaounde ? With groundnut, milk and butter!!! Yes you said you needed variety in your diet!!! This my brother, in Kumba when you used to hurry me along to school at PHS? And your music? The way you snapped your fingers and tapped your hands..... Someone once joked that when a note was missing you could go down the deepest valley to find it.... Now who will sing with me? Who will give me the perfect harmony? Who will help me understand the need for haste!! Your energy, your spark is one I find hard to believe I will not see again..... This is too much. Too, too much. I love and miss you ... sleep amongst the Angels and revel in God's choir ! Adieu big bro!!!!!

Honestly words fail me each time am about to write something to you. You were an inspiration to me and many. So much talent, honestly i didnt this coming and not at this time. But oh well God has decided. We lost you on earth but heaven gained an Angel, a music director, wonderful tenor voice. 
 
Queenor as u used to call me, is saying sorry for all these missed years. I didnt know 2009 was the last time I will see you. Remember our chats few months back, how could I have known I will be writing a tribute to u today.

RIP Eddy, thanks for all the wonderful years we sang together, drank bottles of Castles together. Celebrated kyles birth. Now we only have memories to live on. Sleep well my dear. Say Hi to pa Ebai. in our hearts forever.
Adieu bro!

Atsi was the kind that will want to challenge you, dribble you in the field and score goals and then laugh at you, be on a fourth bottle of castel beer when you are still trying to sip one, lift a huge bag of corn at Bamundong hills in Babanki when you are still trying to load yours. He was tough and really strong. He worked hard too and was so brave. 

In Kumba, he will wake up at 4:00 am to prepare food, correct student scripts, prepare his morning devotion before heading to campus. Preach in the school auditorium in the early hours, teach and supervise  "manual labour" for students facing disciplinary sanctions. In the evening hours, he runs around town teaching religous music to choristers in PC parishes at Fiango, Kumba Town and Buea Road.

Mr. Muluh! he was so popular!!!

In Buea, it was hard to get him, really hard... I will try and will only be able to get hold of him late in the evening through his anchor man, Edwin! once we settle for a bottle at Tando hurts! We will joke and laugh and smile. I know for sure he valued this time alot and felt so sad when I was leaving for studies in Sweden and Edwin was moving to Yaounde.To be honest with you, me and Edwin did not meet the same person when we returned to Buea in 2011. He did not seem happy about events surrounding his life; his job, friends had moved on, family had moved away. I know he needed a change and we encouraged him to map out a plan for that. It ended up that he wont be able to see it through.

So, we can only celebrate the time he spent with us and thank God for giving him to each one of us.