Legends never die!!
As the cold hands of death snatched daddy Sama suddenly from us, all I could comfort myself with, was the paradigm that legends never die. As such, I pay tribute to passionate humanist, an astute advocate and above all, by all standards, a versatile and caring family head.
A couple of years ago, Pa and I cracked a joke on adjectives in which I was implying that he truly never lacks adjectives to describe those of us in the generation after his when making his speeches or emceeing. He quickly asserted that the ease at which he went about that was pride-driven. A couple of months later, after he was voted to lead the bar, I took bottles of champagne for him and challenged myself to find at least 50 adjectives that suits his person to shout out at him when we met. That challenge turned out to be quite easy because once I categorized his person under 5 main aspects being 1. Family head 2. Teacher 3. Advocate 4. Philantropist 5. Politician, there were more than enough adjectives to belittle my challenge. In his usual style, rather than patiently listen to my 50 adjectives, he quickly started re-directing all back at our generation... .aaaah Batonier! But as such, he nurtured, built, tendered, groomed.
If his in-born indulgence made him to promise too much, his compassion clearly compensated for that which he left unmet. A selfless compassion full of sacrifice and love of life. At about the same period as I was compiling my adjectives, I found myself in a vehicle that almost ran into the dragnet of highway arm-robbers at Mile 12 Santa at 2 am on a Sunday morning coming from Douala. Before we could later confirm to him that we are safe and unscathed, Pa had already loaded his rifles and was in his car on an assault mission to protect and save his own. Such was his solicitous concern for others that he would put his own life at risk any time, any where.
All he possessed, all he achieved, all he received, he freely, cheerfully and passionately gave. Without regrets or apologies. Without fear or favour. He would make spontaneous and regular phone calls to catch up with my in-laws in far away place like Mauritius. Where his physical presence could be felt, he would squeeze time off a busy schedule to stop by other family and in-laws with courtesy gifts of all kinds. It is an African norm for recipients of such courtesy gestures to respond by asking God “to replenish pockets”. In the pecuniary sense, Pa’s might not have been duly replenished, but at his final hours on earth his legendary soul was fulfilled, his legacy engrained and his deeds immortalized!
Legends never die!
Devine Shimbagha Frundi, MD
Assistant professor of medicine, University of Bern, Switzerland