According to news reports, Mola Ndeley:

... came to the UK a few years ago to pursue treatment for a long ailment, but his life here was full of activity. He continued his work of art and writing, seeking to perfect all the time. He won many friends among the retired who took after his inspirational talents. On the occasion of Queen Elizabeth II Golden Jubilee, he was hailed by the local press as the man who had on official duties brushed the Royal family in three different decades. Queen Elizabeth on her visit to Nigeria, Prince Philip on his visit to Cameroon and Prince Charles to whom he offered his famous painting of the Victoria Botanical Gardens.

Bakwerirama will honor Mola Ndeley by publishing a few of his poems that were submitted to Fako International newspaper back in December 1994. But first here is brief look at Mola Ndeley's active life, again courtesy of Fako International archives:

Mola Ndeley Mokosso, who is more renowned for his short stories and artistic creations, took up painting and writing as hobbies upon joining the British Council Literary and Arts Group in the 1950s. In the following years, his short stories and plays were broadcast over Radio Nigeria, Enugu. Between 1955 and 1970, Mola Ndeley won a series of literary contests, most prominent among them, Winner of the Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation (NBC) Short Story Competition (1955); First Prize - Eastern Nigeria Festival of Arts (1956); First prize in a contest for budding scriptwriters at the NBC staff Training School in Lagos (1958); and winner of a short story competition by Radio Cameroon to commemorate Ten years of independence.

Mola Ndeley's stories have appeared in numerous publications such as Balafon; the Russian edition of Panorama II, and Wasafiri, a magazine on perspectives of African, Caribbean, Asian and Black British literature. Extracts of his works are also used in Secondary English Projects for Cameroon, Books 4 and 5 (GCE edition). Ndeley Mokosso's first collection of short stories, the highly acclaimed Man Pass man and other Stories, was published by Longman in 1986. His first novel, a biographical work titled Nothing to Something, is nearing completion. Although Mola Ndeley developed an interest in poetry late in his literary career, he already has an impressive collection of 30 poems with subjects varying from songs, dirges, elegies, to protests. 

Ndeley Mokosso is also a nationally renowned self-taught paint artist. His first painting exhibition was in 1969. Since then, he has held seventeen one-man shows, the most prominent being those held at the American Cultural Centers in Yaounde and Douala, the French Cultural Center in Buea, then Ministry of Information and Culture in Yaounde, and at the British Council also in Yaounde. Mola Ndeley paints in oil and charcoal and his subjects ranging from landscapes to portraits. The highest prize paid so far for one of his paintings - ASPERSION - was 360, 000 Frs CFA.

After graduating from Sasse college in 1946, Mola Mokosso worked with the Eastern Nigerian Secretariat as a Verbatim Reporter and later News Editor/Senior Reporter for the Nigerian Broadcasting Corporation in Lagos in 1958. He was the Public Relations Officer of CDC from 1961 to 1970 when he was elected into the Federal National Assembly. He subsequently served as the Director of Personnel at SONARA and retired from the Civil Service in 1986.

The Longman publishing House has described Ndeley Mokosso as:

represent[ing] a fresh and original voice in African Literature. He has a telling but unobtrusive eye for detail and writes with a profound understanding of contemporary West African Society. These are short stories to enjoy alongside the finest in the world.

His recent poetry award [the 1995 Cameroon National Poetry Award] shows that he is also a master poet whose poetic talents equal is much acclaimed story-telling skill.

- See more at: http://www.bakweri.com/2004/06/in_memoriam_mol.html#sthash.lSPrm7Xg.dpuf

 A SALUTE TO MOUNT FAKO

I stand at the salute
my right hand aloft and my head salaamed
to the great Olympus of West Africa
the colossus, citadel and sanctuary of the Bakweri-men of old
from the daring exploits of early despots in the name of
explorers and patriarchs
substituting native despotism for white civilization
and bringing Christendom into heathendom
from the traffickers of black gold
from the ruthless Hun with his sticks spitting out fire and death
the pogrom of a hostile and stubborn race
the rape of a people by a people
But KUVA LIKENYE stood his ground in complete defiance of the carnage
the hero of his emasculated people
and you roared, shook and fumed in wrath
belched out smoke, fire and brimstone
The terrestrial brotherhood scampered in panic and pitched 
their bastion in Douala
but that was a long, long time ago
before my father's father
But there you are ! Moli mo FAKO! LAIR OF IFASA MOTO!
bulwark of ages
still dominating the scene
indomitable, majestically dormant
the Giant Pyramid of West Africa
I salute! I salute you!

Winner of the 1995 Cameroon National Poetry Award

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES OF THE STORYTELLER

As the harvest moon showed her full face
Shedding her beauty and enchantment all around
Setting the scene for MAITO KALEE (1)
We squatted on the brown dust in rapt attention
Spellbound by the legends of long, long ago
About the antics and fortunes of IKULE-KULE (2)
Of the fleet-footed ISELE-NYAME (3)
Of YOMA NDENE (4) the mythical ogre
From whose bowels mankind disgorged
How we huddled in awe and fright!
As Mola Mbole spunned yarn after yarn
Watching us with gleeful delight
His eyes twinkling like fire-flies on a moonless night
Then he would send us into fits and guffaws
Putting on a provocative grimace now and then
And mimicking guttural noises from the animal kingdom
And he would go on and on and on
And we would go nodding, nodding and nodding
And our eyelids would go drooping, drooping and drooping
At last we were all sleeping, sleeping and sleeping
"Are you listening children?"
No answer
"Now, where did I stop? Can anyone tell me?:
No reply
We were all asleep and snoring, snoring and snoring.

1982

1. story time
2. the tortoise
3. the hare
4. mythical ogre

BAKWERI LAND EXPROPRIATION

They say my forbears bartered away their homeland
for heads of tobacco and kegs of rum and gunpowder
that they scanned the horizon and with the sweep of the hand
alienated their birthright
What a thing to say!
but it's all foolish talk! blasphemous gibberish!
The Hun slithered in sheepskin wielding the Book of Books
bigots and merchant men, all exporting salvation and civilization
into heathendom
desecrating MBANDOS where the souls of my ancestors slept
the avowed systematic emasculation that pitched-forked
Bakweri clans along the mountain slopes
The plantations sprouted like toadstools
rubber, cocoa, bananas, palms... that live to this day
But the expropriation persists, long after the Hun's ignoble exit
they now say it's "A NO MAN'S LAND"!
I say this is pious fraud! scandalous filibustering!
and I think the land-sharks must be told
that no thumb-printed covenant exists to buttress the status quo
Muuff! Fie! FIE!

THE THIRD COMING

The third coming 
Will it be trumpeted or trumped up? 
Will they parade with their dirty feet? 
Dirty, not even with their socks and shoes on? 
With cupboards full of skeletons? I dare them hurl the first stone 
Ah! not again!
the blind leading the blindfolded 
who've shamefully maltreated freedom by the box
exiled justice till judgment day 
mediocrity turning its arse to reason 
and greed parading shamelessly her filthy lucre! 
armoured by strutting yahoos flexing fire sticks 
But where are they? 
the no nonsense mobs of the rising storm? 
whose clarion heralded the new hope? 
Was it a case of drowned wills? 
or only the desire of each to excel? 
hopeful that TIME will do the winnowing? 
Who says civic lirtues haven't declined
or the uncivilised ire to banish senile ruling barons, the 
tin gods and their puppet orators? 
For me, I can't see any blossoms of hope at tunnel's end
Dear. God, when and where will it all end:

- See more at: http://www.bakweri.com/2004/06/in_memoriam_poe.html#sthash.Lvah8ZKc.dpuf