His not a friend nor is he a stranger to any one no matter how many second he just met you,everybody to Black is a brother,sister.am always in all he does even when am not around him, he will rush to tell me things that happened in my absent to make me laugh.His one of those i called friends be it in hard times or in moments of joy.Capoo is the only name i called to get him seated and hear me spell what i go,he will hurry to spend time with me in my small student room while i was in soa university than to stay in a hotel when he gets to cameroon and no matter how hard a situation got,he gave me so so much hopes and made me hold to it till the end
     Till this day i have in mine that my brother my friend is still not with us but i can't stop leting down tears every time i glanced a photo of him, Capoo i know your happy and i want you to know that i have lost so many things but non is like you.RIP    

It is so hard to believe that you are gone George. Even though i met you for a brief 4 weeks i must say that i have not felt as welcomed in any house as i was in your house.

Even though i prefer been called pitou you always had a way to make that name sound better. You called me "Petit Bisou" and everytime i was sad you made sure you did something to cheer me up. I know after that year i haven't seen you again but the memories will always be there george. You inspired me to be kind to everyone i meet and to keep an open mind.I will not forget those lessons.

May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace George Tabetando!!!

“Ma pikin na how. Petit frère na  how “ as you fondly called Nchong and myself, It is still so hard for me to believe you are gone and no longer there after talking to you a few hours before your death. What is it that i remember when i think of Black? I think everyone who knows him very well would agree with me on this. He was the kind of person that would make everyone laugh. That is what I will truly miss about Black. He could make me laugh with his jokes and fun when I was sad. He always cheered me up in what ever thing I kept doing. That’s the trademark of Black as people fondly called him. He always wanted to make people happy. What about the deal or project you promised to mom, myself and my friend Oben Bertrand had in mind to do? Who am I’m I gonna look up too anymore in times of troubles. Black the truth is you have left us with a heavy heart. Please watch over us especially Fidel, Giovanni, Marvel and George Jnr and I will never forget you in my whole life and the advices and things you always did tell me and did for me. I love you brother, I miss you till we meet to part no more.

                  Your Brother