our guardian Angel we miss you so much. I hope you are resting well my friend. your baby girl is hanging there.

As family, friends are preparing to send you home to our Eternal Father, we are still in denial to accept the fact that you have left us. My in-law, your memories will always remain fresh in the minds of the Onana/Manga families. Gone but never forgotten. May your gentle soul continue to rest in peace.

Sango Ndive La Manga

Aunty Hostensia,
      Our lovely Aunt. Seeing you on that hospital bed that night was heartbreaking enough. Looking at you speechless, breathing in distress and not giving us those warm hugs and smile. Oh!! Aunty, we prayed to God, that he gives us our ever cheerful, joyous and giving aunt. We remember when you visited us and filled our hearts and home with love. For seeing all of us in school, for spoiling us with gifts, sweets and all sorts of treats. When we came to your restaurant you gave us dozen of cupcakes, drinks and so much. Oh! Aunty we promise to grow up strong and wise like you advised us. Thank you for bringing aunt Ndolo into our lives. We promise to take care of her, love her and protect her like you always did to us and she did too.
  Thank you aunty Hos for everything and for being you. Mami Nyanga We miss you and love you so much.
Anne, Abigail & Jerome Eta.

Mummy Hos

I am not sure I can find the right words to bid you farewell. A young elegant, beautiful, vibrant life cut too short. My only consolation if any is that you are in a better place!

Thank you for loving all of Ndolo’s friends like your own children and for the amazing friend and sister you gave us. May God grant you eternal rest away from this wicked world. Yondo suellele ❤️❤️

Mummy Hos as we all fondly called you, news of your death took a toll on me all over again. I still remember Aunty Grace’s words that fateful evening when I picked up the phone, “Mpey, wuna mami don go…” Chaiii Mummy Hos you no try ya.
Few days after my mum passed, you told me you’re not feeling too well but we shouldn’t worry. You assured me you all can’t go like this and I believed you. How did it happen? You didn’t even think of your baby girl Ndoti? Wehhh Mummy Hors, you didn’t fulfill your promise ohhh!! you still owe me that special Ekwang. I choose to remember your love for fashion, your smile, your very vibrant personality and your strength in running Psalms 23 amongst others. You raised a great lady and she’s proud to call you MOTHER even in death cos you fought till the very end.
Sleep on forever young Mummy Hos.

Ma-Mpey Ayuk Epse Nana

Iya Monjoa,
It is difficult for me to write a tribute for you. I am still waiting for your call for us to finalize our conversation. I have called your phone several times to no avail and, have concluded your battery is low or your data is off. I wait to hear from you when you see my missed calls.

Our friendship started way back in primary school when we met at the domestic science center, you took me to your grandfather’s orchard at coconut island to harvest fruits during break time. Growing into adults, we shared one chips cutter to do our plantain chips business and never had any problem sharing the cutter. During our leisure times, we would take stock of our lives sharing our joys, sorrows and pain glorifying the Lord for our achievements.

You always advised me to choose my battles in life and try to be at peace with people for the heart of man is desperately wicked. You were a loving and caring mom to your beloved daughter Ndolo, her friends and every child you came across giving them treats from your homemade cakes to school fees for the needy. You were a philanthropist, I remember when you donated sports outfits to GSS Bonjongo to motivate the village school team.

You were a true friend, you would stick out your head to help a friend in trouble and always sang the praises of your friends. You always mended any cracks you had with any friend by asking “Na wetin be life? Abeg make we move on and forget the past “.
Hors was a go-getter; If she wanted something, she would go for it no matter the time, distance, barrier or hierarchy. She was very daring; she was the First and only Lady to drive a hearse in Limbe and the South-West Region as a whole.

She was a Celebrity; she was a model, she loved to dress up and attend parties, a great sports lady who represented her institution and won many awards during her school days. She was a virtuous woman, she was very creative and would make something from nothing. She always kept herself busy; cooking, sewing or doing decorations.
Above all, my friend was a Christian. She strongly believed in Psalm 23; her favorite Bible verse reason she named her restaurant Psalm 23. Whenever you say the lord is my shepherd to her, her reply was: “I shall never lack”. Yea though you’re in the valley of the shadow of death, I know you fear no evil, for you are with your creator.

Good night till we meet to part no more!
Kate Harry Keke

Farewell to a Dear Sister...A personal tribute to a lady for all seasons!
First, I'd like to thank everyone for the enormous outpouring of support for Hostensia and her family and friends as we celebrate her life. It has been hard writing these lines, because I couldn't find the exact words to describe our relationship and all the feelings involved in it. Somehow, it was easier to just sit and cry alone than to do this… Alas, I just have to bring myself to do it; because doing otherwise would be a betrayal of our love and friendship.

I met Hors in Limbe through another friend and I immediately liked her sense of humor and knew she would be my friend, and I wasn't mistaken. It was a dream come true and we became inseparable. For the next couple of years, we shared everything that two girlfriends can share. For her, I was the person she turned to when things got rough. I knew her secrets, desires, fears, silly crushes and serious relationship problems. She was the same for me. We had no secrets, never lied to each other; were always honest and respectful of each other’s feelings. She let me into her inner world, into her mind and the deepest corners of her soul. And so, did I.
That's why I was so shocked to find out she had been hospitalized and wasn't aware she had been sick. I was so angry and hurt at first. Luckily, I soon realized I was being selfish and that she needed my support without any questions asked. The fight had begun; and it lasted just five days. I talked to her on WhatsApp while she was in hospital through Grace. It was painful for her and me both, because I couldn't hold her hand and she couldn't feel my presence over the phone. All I could do was keep saying a kind of a mantra, “Don’t worry, you will be fine” And then came the shocking news!

Without warning, my Hors had decided it was time to give herself some peace. I just locked myself in my room and cried in silence. I know she's in a better place now, without illness and pain, but I still miss her terribly. Her departure has made me more emotional and vulnerable than I ever was. I'm writing these words with deep sadness in my heart, but trying to make you all feel honored and special for knowing the amazing person that Hors was. She showed us that no matter how hard life can be, we must all learn from it every day and embrace every moment of it, because we never know how or when it's gonna end.

Hors was fearless and forever curious about - everything. I shall always miss my dear friend. She made me laugh, and she was always there to help me figure things out, listen to me when I was upset, and cheer me up when I was down. She always reminded me that there is only one way to happiness, and that is to stop worrying about things which are beyond your control. Hors lived this advice every day and I'll try to live it now, more than ever before. For certainly, her untimely death is something well beyond our control!

Finally, I must thank you my dear Hors, for having such an impact on my life, and making it rich with love, friendship and the confidence I needed so much. You always said that only the sky's the limit, so I choose to believe that you just went to research it before me. Have a great journey up there Hors and thanks for all the memories; I'm sure we'll meet again. I love you.

Joffy A Nanje
Boston, USA

Ours was a friendship that lasted over three decades, as expected, it developed into an intense relationship. Writing this tribute has been one of the most difficult tasks I ever ventured, our story cannot be contained in a small booklet. Hortense my dear friend and sister what happened to you…. how did we get here? The girl with the bounce in her step…. she’d come into the gathering when everyone is already seated…. how she walks in with quick short steps, well dressed, and very confident. You lit up every corner you got into with so much life. 
Jack of all trade master of all, she fried coconut sweets, made chin chin baked cake, the first woman to drive a hearse, very strong, energetic and determined in all she did to make life better. She worked so tirelessly and endlessly to achieve purpose, the prime being the well-being of her lone daughter Ndolo, she finally achieved it in grand style. Ndolo came in high school, young vibrant girls became Aunts, with so much excitement not knowing what awaits ahead, all the struggles and challenges in her primary school at carl steen, I remember how you struggled to sew a cord lace for her graduation so you don’t appear in your ‘rags’ as you called them, as usual we put bits and pieces together and that day ended so well us being satisfied that we nailed it. Then came the almighty Saker days a dream come true, a proud Saker Mother, Hos will start buying provisions for the next term immediately after school closed. She was a good money manager and because of the condition Ndolo too learnt the art better, she would bring back stuff and from school to use for the next term.
There were days we cried when things became extremely difficult. Hors will do everything to make sure we laughed at the end. Despite her condition she’ll keep Ndolo in school during holidays with Kate Harry for extra classes just to make sure that Ndolo excelled in school. Hos, Ndolo don read that book sotey reach Masters level, wusai you dey? didn’t you see the future? We even asked that why did God not tell us there were better days ahead so wouldn’t have cried so hard, Hortense the time has come where are you, Hos where are you, you want make we craze? How could you bow out so fast, isn’t this the period we so looked forward to?
You promised me you will wear the robe for the PHD graduation, is it in heaven you want to wear it, cheiiii Hos, cheiiiiiiii…. How can you go through it all and you give up when the battle is over? I thought you were strong and resistant.
What do you want me to tell the children, Alexia says she will write GCE next year so you won’t be there to celebrate her, your absence during Renate’s graduation was conspicuous. You were a source of encouragement to them; a good pass was followed by a good gift. Whenever they saw you they knew goodies will follow.
Where do I start we’ve been through all the thick and thin of my life, in good times and in bad times you stood by me. You appreciated every bit of my effort and you never failed an opportunity to give back. I vividly remember how you emotionally presented a walker for my first daughter Mabang. My mom in Nigeria is so distraught, my siblings and my in-laws mourn your departure because you are an integral part of my family.
Sleepless nights, unanswered questions, ifs and ifs not, I would have and I would not have, why did I and why didn’t I, all this without some regrets, many lessons learnt and corrections will be Implemented. Our bond was strong that’s why we argued hard, laughed hard [tears running down your cheeks], went extra miles for each other. The last of your benevolence I enjoyed was the fish pepper soup you brought me when I was sick in April, we talked at length and in your usual joking manner “I don cam suffer you with ma plenty talk”.
That Wednesday that I received that call from Ndolo started this endless journey of pain and distress. If we had gone to the hospital sooner will the story have been different, if I had forced you maybe you would have still been here, oh God, little did I know, I thought it was one of such episodes that you will come back and say “na some tin that, na just fatigue, nothing do me” weey Hos come and ask me that “wetin do” ya, I no go talk nothing.
You slept so peacefully in total glow at the hospital, I had hopes, I thought it will pass as usual, no matter the changes I still believed God knows this should not happened. What will happen to Ndolo I asked God? She was ready to give her all like her mom did her but the opportunity was short lived. If love could bring you back Mami Onana, Uncle Willy, Aunty Sally and host of friends and family visited amidst prayers and worship but God decided otherwise.
The international star celebrated in all the continents, loved by many, the no-nonsense Onana, stubborn but lively and fun to-be with, creative and very skillful, a go-getter, I am still waiting for those calls to gist about issues “I want talk just di hear”.
There was still so much for you to live for, so much for you to experience, I guess you thought it was good to quit in ACTIVE SERVICE like a great warrior you were. 
We talk about you in the past but you will live forever in my heart; I will forever miss you my dear friend.

Adieu 
Grace Gwanulla

Dear Hostensia,
God has called you to rest, satisfied with the impact of your short journey here with us. As a family, we were privileged to have experienced your journey close up.
In your younger years you taught us entrepreneurship as you got involved in so many businesses that kept you competitive with others from more affluent backgrounds. That spirit of entrepreneurship carried on with you as an adult through ownership of your restaurant and your event planning business amongst other businesses.
You showed us what it meant to explore our athletic abilities by representing Fako in track and field events as a young secondary school kid.
You had the ability to make friends easily as well as to keep those friends for a life time. We learnt what it meant to extend our family through a network of friends.
Most importantly, you taught us how to sacrifice and raise a child to be afforded the best despite any short comings.
You were not only a sister, but a dear friend to me especially.
I will miss you.
Our family will miss you.
Rest well my sister
Ba Paul Mfonfu

Weh!! My android mama as l fondly called you,l know you are in a better place.We loved you but God loves you more. Adieu! Mami nyanga.

Mummy Severine,
Animal Farms, Limbe

Hors when l heard of your death, l shouted and shouted and shouted, do you know why? I thought you would be the one to decorate my
funeral ground. Well!! May God's will be done. Rest in perfect peace till we meet to part no more.

Ma SIWE
Animal Farm, Limbe

Dear Hos.

It has been a difficult task putting myself together and write a tribute in your honour. You really tie heart so cover your eyes. Hos in the name of death?

You were such a loving, caring, kind hearted and protective big sister and friend. Yvonne is my friend and class mate in the Onana household. When Yvonne travelled to the USA, Hos paid attention to my affairs and dedicated her life to support me in all spheres of my life and even threatened Yvonne's position as a friend.

Hos, thank you for all the love, attention, concern you showed my children., for all the times you accompanied them to school on reopening days with goodies each academic year. For the encouragement on their comportment and educational pursuits. For the numerous advices you gave me. You called me “MY KINGE”. I will miss all the good times and the arguments we shared. I will miss your elegance, charisma and savour faire.

The National Employment Fund (NEF) family is also touched by your demise. Our promoter, our decorator, our event planner. We miss you.

You have always been a star in the way and manner in which you accomplished things and will be remembered and celebrated for that. I am greatly sadden to see you go so soon. You worked so hard and tirelessly to ensure your daughter, Ndolo had the best in life. You were a successful mother. This was your time to rest and enjoy, ah ha! You chose to quit the scene. Weh Hos. Weh Hos...

Rest well big sis, your hustling is over, your pains and worries are over. I will miss you mommy, but your memories will live on.

Adieu mummy Hos.

"Your Kinge"
Ayamba Eta.

Mommy Hos,

     It's funny how we call you that, because whether a sister or friend or daughter or son or brother, you always felt like a mom around everyone that had the blessing of ever meeting you. It is truly heavy to write this and now that I think about it, I still hear Ndolo say "aunty Yaya, you kept me on the phone that day texting back and forth as if we knew something wasn't right." And on that afternoon when she texted me saying 'Mommy is no more", I could not believe what I just read.
    But thank you. Thank you for this incredible daughter you have left us with. No one could be a better masterpiece of you than Ndolo. She is amazing, hardworking and I know how hard she worked to come see you before your exit, yet again that's the other funny part about life - the incredible ways of God. We are always planning but He executes it in His own way, for His glory and for our good.
   I know without a doubt in my mind, that God saw that it was time for you to leave this earth and come to a better place. I am sorry for any of the days you spent on this earth in pain but didn't express it, for the days you struggled but didn't want to bother anyone. Goodbye is never funny under such circumstances, but I hope you are somewhere much more beautiful and pain free and I pray that your beautiful soul rests in perfect peace. Thank you for being an angel and watching over Ndolo. We miss you, we miss your fancy hats, we love you and until we meet again, thank you for everything you were to us all.
Sleep well mama.
love always,
Your baby sister, Yaya

Chaii where pain and Beauty mingle
So much Beauty and love you possessed. You touched my life in so many ways most especially my kids.you were a mother to my children.
Mommy HoS,you slipped away quietly without telling us bye.There is so much pain in my heart.
I only take solace in the fact that you lived a good life.A life we are so proud of. Very hardworking and loving.
Goodnight mother of all. May the almighty God Grant you eternal rest.

I am in great pain writing a tribute to you "mami Nyanga" as I fondly called you. Words alone cannot describe the caliber and tenacity of a friend I came to know. You were a good example of a perfect hustler. You left no Hustle untouched to make ends meet. You never relented in your business pursuits. Rest was not in your agenda even in the midst of your ailing health condition. You were a very inspirational person. When I go through the quotes of Psalm 23, (the name you gave to your restaurant), I marvel as I read through the verses. I realized the Lord kept his promises in your life, however, I wonder who the banquet in verse 5 of this Psalms is referring to? Is it your funeral? How can an honoured guest be mute in a casket on the day of her banquet? Hors why, mami Nyanga why? Mummy Hors why?

I feel very devastated when I think of the fact that all your big dreams were left unaccomplished. I saw the energy you exerted just to become a landlady, a dream that never came to pass. The tears will never stop flowing. My heart bleeds. Your last days were so challenging. You struggled to talk to your friends to no avail. I thank the almighty for giving us friends, the opportunity to care for you during your last days. Adieu our model, our Sporter, our fashionista, our mami Nyanga. Continue to rest from your pains till we meet again.

Agnes (Agie) Arrey

MY MULTI TALENTED FRIEND AND SISTER IS GONE.

How can I remember it all? from where do I begin to tell the story. From 1983 to 1991 as young adolescent girls in GHS Limbe. The plethora of names we called you, signifying the diversity of your person, your character and your being. In the morning it could be mummy hors, later it could be hozzy Mama, or Monjoa, Onana, Psalms 23.

For close to forty years, I had the opportunity to know Horstensia as a friend and sister. From the days we played handball together at GHS Limbe, to adult life. A complete athlete of full measure; Was it handball, long jump, high jump? even after the age of forty my friend mummy Hors will venture into sporting competition with youngsters and come out victorious. We lived to admire our friend and sister as she diversified into so many fields in display of her immense talent. Horstensia the entrepreneur, mummy Hors the designer, and then Psalms 23 restaurant.
Like a candle in the wind, you have left us to ponder on the emptiness of life. I remained consoled that I had a chance to talk to you on the day you departed this sinful world.
Monjoa, March on to glory with the saints, to our father’s kingdom where you shall have no pain and where love will reign supreme. Good night my friend and sister.

Mrs. Egbe Hannah

Mummy Hors as she was fondly called by all, young, middle age and old was a beautiful, hard working and kind hearted lady. We became friends as far back as primary school. she will always remind you about her struggles in life and how she worked really hard to make ends meet. I must work hard for my daughter Ndolo, she is “My World” those were her cherished statements. She will not stop at advising children even her friends to always push she believed in the phrase “Life is a struggle”

She loved her boundaries and respected the boundaries of others, a principle she practiced all her life. With Horstensia it was love always and in always. It was actually a wonderful time hanging around a friend indeed and in need. She looked at life from a positive side. Her positivism brought her closer and regularly with people of all shades of life. Our friendship in the later part of our lives was one made of sharing good moments and fine exchanges that made life worth living. We shared our evenings on a daily basis to exchange “notes” on the plus and minus of our different businesses.

I will miss her company and with love from the bottom of my heart, I pray you fine everlasting peace in Gods Kingdom. I have lost a friend indeed
Those fine stories, looks, makeups, fine dresses, sunshades, fascinators with long feathers are gone. My mannequin friend is gone to meet her God.
                    
Adieu Horstensia
Adieu my friend
Brenda Ebah Ntoko (Friend)

Mummy Hos,

I was just so shocked and heartbroken when I received word from Ndolo that you had just passed away. I couldn't believe that someone who was so vibrant and active could just have their life extinguished without a moment's notice. Even as you have gone to your final resting place, know that you will forever be missed and I will never forget your larger than life attitude and your determination to live life to its fullest.
May your soul rest in perfect peace.

Beyang Arrey
Birmingham, England

I am struggling. My dear Hos, I can't stop thinking about you, my heart still aches with sadness but I know you are in a better place. I am glad we spent some time in February. Your memory will be my keepsake. Rest well my sis.

Edith Njindo.

Ah death where is thy sting. Hostensia my beloved friend and sister of childhood, passing through smooth and rough edges from primary to present day life. You were so distinct in being optimistic in every aspect of your life. Hard working, responsible and focus to achieve your goals these qualities earned you building a house in your 30’s wow.

Hos you were born a star with so many talents and awards. I remember all the National sports competitions you participated and brought trophy to the school, and gave your family a name. Weh our beauty pageant, designer, decorator, caterer etc hardly you will get angry and keep a frown.

Boh your demise has kept me wondering what is life all about, how can I come home and not see you? are you not hungry to eat your favorite Fufu corn and country Njama Njama? Chai Hos even Pa Onana did not expect you so soon in the other side. What went wrong eeeeeee? You just slept and slept and slept. Did you think of your best friend Ndolo? What of Mami? Ok no problem we will continue where you stopped. I believe you have found peace so we can’t deny you that. Sharon and siblings asked me “Mummy what happened to Aunty Hos” can you please answer them? It is so hard but we must let you go back to your maker. I thank God for the years you spent on Earth and for your new life with Christ Jesus. Good bye, good bye we hope to meet you again Hos.

Mrs Pamela Ndasi Bobga
Port Harcourt, Nigeria

It is Hard to believe when I shout from down stairs "Small girl" at the top of my voice you will never be there to respond "Eko P for this town". Farewell my Hype man and Birthday partner , 13th October will never be the same again.

So Long....Your Cousin Eko Pearl.

Hos, aunty Hos, petite soeur as I fondly called you whenever we met or chatted on the phone. I don’t normally write tributes but when Ndolo asked me to send my tribute, I was like, “let me just try since its aunty Hos”.

Abraham Lincoln said “ And in the end its’s not the years in your life that count; it’s  the life in your years”. Life at best is very brief but I think you lived it to the fullest especially seeing your only child NDOLO getting to where she is presently, though you could not wait a little longer. 

Your time with us on earth went so fast but who are we to question Divine intervention? I just thank Him (God) that you are now in His kingdom where there is no pain, no sorrow, no weeping, no hatred, no jealousy etc etc.

Thank you for the love you showered my girls. Thank you for all what you inculcated in Ndolo seeing the amazing woman she is becoming into. Rest assured that in her, your legacy lives on. NDOLO’S HERO, NDOLO’S SUPER WOMAN!!!!!!!!

Aunty Hos, I find it so hard to submit myself to say RIP. Adieu aunty Hos, Adieu petite soeur, Adieu mami Nyanga!!!!!!!!!

Christy Besong (aunty Christy), as you fondly called me.

Rest in peace my mother (Monjoa), I will miss you.

Your dear mother & daughter, as you called me.

Mami Onana.

Hortensia, Hortanse, Mummy, Horse, Psalm 23, SoSo, Mami show show.

What a friend, oh such a friend. You were a true friend, lovable and sociable. A hardworking and influential friend. A fighter who was determined to run the race from beginning till the end. Why did you give up so soon? Too many ideas and plans you had but you took them along with you. You kept telling us about your going to America and that you will be leaving very soon. Was Heaven the America you were talking about?. If so we can rest assured that you are in the bosom of the Lord.
I thank God because Ndolo's graduation got us together for dinner before your departure. Rest in peace. We are all missing but God needed you more.

Clara Ndang
Limbe, Cameroon

"Baby" as we fondly called each other, I still wonder in disbelief that you are no more. I still feel like strolling down to PSALMS 23 as it had been a habit some evenings to keep you company while baking. You were always there to scold, caution and encourage my children when ever the need arose.God,help me to find a true friend.
Your demise comes once more to affirm the words of the song writer HORATIUS BONAR in FADING AWAY LIKE THE STARS OF THE MORNING...only remembered by what we have done". Your life has left indelible marks for which you shall forever be remembered.

"Baby, l miss you. "sleep, sweet sleep in the arms of the lord.

Your Friend/Siater,
Mme Agbor Eunice Ebini.
Limbe, Cameroon

   I know the only scars around you are in the arms that hold you. Those scars in His palms were for you and us, now they are still holding you. And they will hold you forever. I find peace in knowing who you are with.
   This was a big bang on everyone. It took me weeks to even accept this. I pushed it to my subconscious until I could deal with it .
   I was opportune to have been with you. We spent the craziest times together in Newtown. What didn't we do? I spent most of my days with you. I remember the Restaurant, the coconut sweet, groundnut sweet, decorations of all events. I use to hit the nail all night to decorate funeral homes with you. 
   We talked about everything and nothing. I remember you always told me even if I die now,
I don try. It was a discussion but now it is reality.
You were so open about dead. It is comforting to know you were not scared and you will not have to be afraid no more. I am thankful for knowing God because , I can put the pieces of the puzzle. Your puzzle is complete, No piece is missing . You did all you had to do. I am glad to have come close to you to know your heart and intentions. Those who didn't know you, like I did, missed a great opportunity to hangout with a real trojan
Horse ( Hors).
You use to call me "MY MAN". Didn't know what it meant but we were cool.
The funniest part is my pay after a whole night of decorating. 2 Satzenbrau and 5000 CFA. When I think of that now, I LOL. My man Cameroon be strong. But we did what we had to do. Story long time no dey. Will be with Ndolo and Yvonne in a few hours to celebrate you. I know you will read out tributes and stories. You go laugh tire. Nah body fall ,spirit is still alive.

 I am struggling .
My dear Hos I can't stop thinking about you my heart still aches with sadness but I know you are in a better place. I am glad we spent some time in February .your memory will be my keepsake. Rest well my sis .
Edith njindo.

Farewell my dear friend! Only God alone knows why! He is the Alpha and Omega! We cannot question his decision. Your friendship was a blessing to all your friends! We will miss you dearly! Rest well Hoss until we meet to part no more!❤️

The loss of a loved one is like that of a limb, time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the handicap remains. It was a sudden parting, too bitter to forget - especially for us who loved you dearly. As water spouts from a fountain, so did Mummy Hors unconditionally and selflessly dish out genuine care and bold but sincere counsel to her encourage. "Welcoming" is an understatement to describe how warmly she would receive us - even when it was inconvenient for her to do so.

Buoyant, full of life, humorous; there was never a dull moment in her company. Less than a fortnight before we forever parted, you bid us farewell. We impatiently waited for your next visit which was due in about 3 weeks from the previous one. Little did we know it was the last time we would share a drink, chat for hours on end, and laugh over the good ol' days.

People say, no one really dies so long as they took time to create fond memories with us. The blow was hard, the shock severe. Although our sorrow is great, we will not complain. In God we trust, for as He calls us one by one, we shall meet again.

Adieu Mummy's Kitchen!
Delphine Nnah-Ndobe and family.
Yaounde, Cameroon

Hmmmm! "H", How will these tears stop flowing when someone like you just disappears with the wind? It is so difficult o; you were our peacemaker, our Decorator, our Chief-planner of everything. Always ready to provide your service or knowledge whenever or wherever necessary: you did not withhold even the knowledge of your businesses that gave you money, what a lady!
You were always busy, but would also always give "Quality time" to your family members whenever you had the opportunity. How we wish we could have told you these things before now, maybe you wouldn't have gone so soon. We'll, since we know God is the Author and finisher of everything, we give Him All the Glory and pray His perpetual light shines upon you and gives you perfect Rest

Aunty Sarah Eko, sisters; Ruth, Helen, Agie and Sally.

My dear sister! I still can't believe you are gone. I still remember how l and your "Bo" (Mola Ndumbe, as you always called him) stood by your bedside calling you our usual way: "H" ! , knowing you will open your eyes with your usual smile. But no, the peaceful sleep you were in was just to confuse us and give us hope; and so you took us completely by surprise that Tuesday night. I am grateful to the Almighty God, that you had reconciled with Him and we know He will give you a resting place in His bosom
May your hardworking nature, peace-loving attitude and love for family, remain with us and unite us all, as we hope to meet one day in Paradise, to part no more

Your cousin Helen Ndumbe and Family.

Hossssss!!!I am still in shock and it still feels like a dream that you are no more. My heart bleeds with pain, wishing you could have stayed longer, but I am consoled, knowing that you are in a better place. I will miss you shouting ‘Sister Ann for this Town’, as I walk in from a distance.
Your memory lives with me forever. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart. Petite soeur may you find rest with the Lord.

Adieu Mami nyanga!!!......
Ann N Itoe

Mommy, you were not just a friend or a sister to me you were like a mother and someone to confide in. Whenever I was faced with difficulties, I will always come to you for advise and you were always there for me as usual, which is why your exit is something I don't think I will ever let go. I know that you are in happy place and may your soul rest in peace.

Jumai Adizah
Limbe, Cameroon.

Dear Mommy,

We feel honored and privileged to have been family. Every time we spoke to you, your voice was uplifting, joyous and always offering. You will always say "take very good care of my grandkids and I can't wait to see them". Every chance you got or knew someone coming to the US, you showered us with stuff. You took great care of daddy Willy and we are all just grateful to you and will continue to celebrate you. We loved you dearly and we are happy whenever we got the chance to, we told you so. Though your smile is gone, we still have sweet memories of you which we will keep forever. You had love for us and we pray that the Almighty will give you eternal peace in return. Your place is in Heaven, rest well mommy, we will miss you.


Marvin, Dymphna, Wynter, Blu-Arie

Hostensia, mummy Hos, Hozy as I called her depending on my mood. I can’t imagine writing a tribute for you my niece, daughter and my small friend it should have been the other way round. My heart bleeds when I remember that you are gone forever. You have left a big gap in my heart.

You were such an independent determined lady who did everything to bring success in her life, the biggest being the success of your only daughter Ndolo. You were always there for me and supported me in many situations. I never bothered about our house in Newtown because you were the best manager. Your athletic skills always made you smart. Your décor skills were superb and I remember how you decorated my house during my 60th birthday. Hozy, who will be there for me again?

I called you my friend because we had many things in common; we liked dressing up a lot and we complimented each other for our dressing. I remember how you exclaim when you see me well dressed “mami sally for this town you clean ohhh, yes you deh fine”. Who is going to be there for me when I come to town now? I loved you so dearly but God loves you most. Fare the well my daughter.

Aunty Sally.

"Aunty Hos for this town" I remember calling you that each time I got into Psalms 23 and u were in the kitchen, you would respond with "Lio for this town", you always encouraged and advised me you were one of the best aunts a nephew could ask for, always telling me life lessons and cracking jokes whenever we hung out, I still can't wrap my brain around your departure but I know God has a reason for everything, aunty Hos may your soul rest in the Lord's bosom till we meet again, adieu..

Mummy Hos,

The first time I wrote a tribute in your honor was to celebrate your Golden Jubilee (50th Anniversary). Today, I have to go through this painful ordeal to write another tribute for your funeral, aha! How did we switch from celebrating my graduation, to rushing you to the hospital two weeks later, then losing you on the third week all in one month? Shock, disappointment, pain and reality in one.
Your death pierced my heart and has created a huge vacuum. I know death is inevitable and could happen any day, and even when I knew there was a possibility of it happening, you shook your head on your sick bed promising me you will recover. You were very vocal about death this year; you’ll say, “if I die, when I die, I know I will die soon”, but I didn’t take it seriously because on the other hand, you were super excited and looking forward to traveling to the USA. As I went through our chats, the frequency of the word “die” became clear. You were ready to die, but believed that God will give you a chance to see me one last time this summer. You made it this far in life because I gave you hope and reasons to live and be present in my life, another reason you gave up the idea of traveling when I was just a little girl.
I called you Mummy Hos, Hossy, madam, my man...which ever was used would determine how our conversation will go. I resisted the urge to write on social media or start a tribute because our lifetime together deserves a movie. You never stopped being a mother, you expected reports on my activities and a rundown of certain things. Your best hours to chat or call were between 2 - 5pm my time and it will be so hard to adapt with you gone. You loved me immensely without any boundaries even though I always struggled to create one, but you'll say; "you di waste ya time, na me I born you, nobi you born me". You always stood by me in good and bad times and have always remained a huge part of my life. Grooming me to be the lady I am today did not come so easy. It’s a combination of sleepless nights, hustling, motivation, cheering and consistency. There was no room to joke with studies and education was priority, from basic spelling, writing or discussing history. If I had difficulties with certain subjects, you’ll get tutors to work with me. Career options? you were fully engaged with picking my major as I went off to university and followed through post grad. The way you beamed when you hear me talk and go "that's my girl" with that giggling smile. Making you proud was not a choice, it was MANDATORY. I was not expected to be the best, but my little effort was best for you, the reason why you celebrated every win in my life, whether big or small. In fact, if you had a trumpet, you will blow it from the highest mountain, even though you knew how much I hated to be in the spotlight. You'd say, "this my mistake has become my biggest blessing, so I have every right”. For 2 weeks, you went on celebrating my master’s degree. You watched me toil late nights and weekends and will say, "make this book too cam finish make you rest". Now it's over and you're not here to spend time with me. Education was your biggest gift to me after giving me life and I will always cherish your sacrifice, remain grateful and continue making you proud. Sending me to Saker was a dream come true and a major accomplishment to both of us. Even though you had nothing and were struggling to build your business, you were very determined, committed and without fear, saw me through seven good years. You became a die-heart Sakerette by association and a Saker-Mother.
You planned and executed over a thousand events and I can't believe I'm doing same for you. You thought I wasn't cut out for décor, but you were very shocked when you heard the principal (Mr. Haddison-Luma) asked me to decorate in preparation for the CBC Education Board meeting. Thereafter, you began sending me around town to work. Today, I enjoy event planning and do it on the side; a skill I learned from you, in addition to cooking and hosting, which were your soft skills. Hence, knowing what to do for your funeral wasn't rocket science; white dressing, white everywhere, fascinators, style in mourning, organization… Ah Mummy Hos! Am I really doing this for you? Like you fondly say; “This life really no balance”

How do we share good news going forward? When something good happens like a life changing moment, I'll call and sing before breaking the news. Whenever we sang "he's a miracle working God" or "I will enter his gates with Thanksgiving in my heart", we will sing till the end smiling, because someone is about to drop some good news. Likewise, when it was a sad news, you will feel it in your bones. For instance, when someone died, especially after suffering to raise their kids or getting to a certain level in life, you’ll cry so bad. Now you have followed the same fate.
I don't know if anyone could explain life like you. If you were a writer, you'd be a New York Times bestseller because your life was an interesting story line; from nothing to something. Then when things became slow, you'd say, “I have fallen but I will rise up, the time is coming when I'll have money again”.

You were to live and hear your grandchildren call you "mbamba Rech" (rich woman), but even in death, they will. They will feel your presence everywhere and even wish they had met you in person. You may think you had nothing, but remember what you said in March, “Ndolo, I am renovating this house so that you and your children can have an inheritance from me”. What you didn’t realize was that you had given me more than an inheritance, through education, knowledge, a huge network of friends and exposure to the world.
You taught me how to choose my friends and how to live among people. The goal was not to be limited at a particular level or group, but to make friends that will impact me in different ways. Your main objective was for me to find that support and let these relationships serve me in the future because as an only child, you did not want me to be alone if you died. Today, see how much they turned up and came out for me. You were actively engaged in their lives and your death hurt them so bad.

Mummy you worked so hard, and just when life was about to give you roses, the thorns became so sharp that you could not smell your rose. We can’t argue that you barely enjoyed the fruits of your labor, but I am so grateful for all the times we shared together, most especially the time we had nothing. When we were blessed with more, we acknowledged and remembered our low days and humble beginnings. I will treasure the memories we created, particularly the last five years, when you visited me in 2017 and when we traveled to Seychelles in 2020. I can't predict if the future would have been amazing or not, but there's nothing I could have wished for than having you next to me and give you the care, attention and opportunities you deserved.
I know you're not far away. You lived to protect me as a child and swore to fight for me a few weeks before your death. I did not realize you were dying, but that sticks in my heart because you are right beside me, plus our chats and discussions are there to remind me. I see and feel you around me and a whisper that says “wipe your tears”. Above all, I have gained an angel.
We tried Mummy, we tried. I hope you realized how much you were loved, adored and wanted by everyone who stood by you till your last minute. I had prayed and hoped you will make it out this time, and, during your recovery phase I had all these plans to come see you, take you to a beach resort so you could meditate and go through therapy by your side in order to improve your overall wellness and state of mind… Yes Mummy, I had all these plans just because I knew you were hurting and I was going to do everything imaginary possible. Mummy you were loved as a person and your death has left the community speechless. Who writes such words without crying? Yes, I am wailing as I write. I know how much you loved me and you always will.

One thing I loved and admired about you was your grateful attitude. You knew how to appreciate and be thankful, always counting your blessings. You never forgot anyone who did something for you in cash or kind. I may not be half of the person you were but I know I am my mother's daughter, and will protect and carry on your legacy. “You suffer no chop” did not go in vain Mummy.
Weeeeh Mummy, for real you're gone??? I really miss you. Who will I worry again?

I LOVE YOU AND ALWAYS WILL.

Rest in Peace, Sleep, Rest, and Repeat.

Your beloved daughter,
Ndolo, Mimi, Ndoti, Mich, Fineboy, Madam, main man

            A tribute to an amazing Lady “Mommy Hors”

My heart bleeds penning down these words. My dear Hors, right from our childhood days, you had always been a keeper. During our years in primary school, we bonded through our sports education classes. I remember we could do cartwheels, long jump, high jump and a host of other routine gymnastic protocols. We would compete fiercely, but I agree now that you always had the last laugh, as in always winning . There after you matured so fast, after having your baby, Ndolo at such a tender age. What a blessing! We lost touch for a while during my studies outside of Cameroon, but upon my return, we re-connected and our friendship was still tight- knit as always.

You gave your friends your undivided love and attention. There was a particular incidence I will never forget. I was a bit "down in the dumps" in Douala one day, and when we talked, you said “Ma friend park ya bag cam Limbe”. Off I went to Limbe. Little did I know a surprise was waiting for me. You reserved us a suite at Seme beach hotel and spoilt me rotten. I still remember you saying, “ma friend relax, enjoy life, this too shall pass”. Lo and behold it did pass.

Your positivity was very infectious, and I intend to keep it that way. You were a mother to many, a friend to many and a family-oriented lady, and most of all, your love for your daughter remained the core of your priorities. May the Almighty Father continue to strengthen your family and the friends you have left behind. I miss you so much my beloved Hors. Goodnight!!! Rest well, till we meet again in the Great Beyond.

Your friend and Sister, Violet Bumah

Hozy! You didn’t prepare us for this. You were life and it’s hard to imagine that you are gone. You were our first real star. As a teenager, I’ll stand on our balcony and watch you majestically stride down the slope in front of Animal Farms hotel – “na Hors di go so!!!” – Always on the move. Sometimes I’d scream your name just to call your attention; to let you know the world is watching. “Who be fit try you?” You were like a celebrity. How can I forget your sporting exploits and being on the sidelines of centenary stadium as part of your fan club. We were very proud to have you as big sis. I would grow up to realize how proud you were of us – your kid brothers and sisters. You lived life on your own terms and was such an inspiration to many. Your passing is another brutal reminder of how fragile this life is. Little did I know that the week we spent together in February 2020 was going to be the last time together. As much as we’d love to have you here with us, I’m sure you are in better company. You always have it your way; not so? Continue to shine your light on us until we meet to part no more. Till then, it’s goodbye for now grande soeur!

René SIWE

"Ro the Ro" as you used to call me, that name will for ever stick with me.

I looked up and still look up to you as my mother even though you are no more here. You will take me with you everywhere and anywhere you go and introduce me to everyone as your SON or Ndollo's "only brother", that's how much you loved, trusted and cared about me.

I could barely have a conversion with Ndollo without saying " as mummy hors Will say", because you were always there to advice us every time we talked or come around. Sometimes we made you feel like it was too much, but I can assure you that we always carried what you said with us as we grow up.

I will not bother to eat at home because I knew mummy hors had a special plate for me at psalms 23. "Ro you don chop" will be the first thing you will say once I walk in.

I want to write so much but I am already so emotional. It is so hard for me to believe you left us and I keep asking my self why, how etc?. I want to believe God knows best, Rest In Peace mummy or "Horsy" like I will call you a few times I get a pass to.

I Will forever miss you.

Roland NKWANYUO

Mummy Hos, you unquestionably were a mother figure to me. You lived a very fulfilling life and, if only we could have you for a little more time to continue to reap the fruits of your labor. But God knows best! Mummy Hos we had so much in common: your style, your heart, your love for fashion and living life intentionally are all things I admired you for. Like you always say; "Mandi ooo na me I born you"- "My first daughter, enjoy ya, make yourself happy, no room for sadness” our conversations will go on and on... I will really miss hearing your comforting words. We had so many plans for later this year and beyond. Everything we discussed in May will just go in vain like that??? What will happen to that famous ekwang you promised me? Even in your sick bed, you told me “we go arrange am”. Since the news of your passing, I go through our WhatsApp chat history beating myself up: if only I told you how much I appreciated you at every opportunity. I am grateful to God for the memories we shared, the laughter and the pain. Thank you for birthing my sister - Ndolo L’amour. Your legacy will live on from generation to generation. I promise we will continue to make you incredibly proud. I Love you! Rest Easy Mummy!

Rest Easy Mummy!
Mandi (Your First Daughter)

Brève éphémère, la vie n'est que brume. La joie d'hier avec Hors fait place à l'amertume, aux larmes et au chagrin.
Il me manque des mots pour exprimer ma douleur. Et pour parler de cette grande sœur que j'ai perdue, je remplirai toute la bibliothèque Georges Pompidou.
C'était un modèle de dynamisme, d'autonomie chez les femmes, toujours, disponible, généreuse, laborieuse...
Je n'oublierai jamais comment tu as dorloté mon fils Jason en 2017 à Chicago avec ta sœur ma meilleure amie
Yvonne. Merci encore.
Bref, que vais-je dire. Juste que c'est un choc et une grande perte.
Je sais que Jéhovah nous donnera la force de supporter ton absence, il consolera la petite grande Stephy que tu as laissée.
Et très bientôt, il te ramènera à la résurrection dans son paradis promis sur la terre où cette maudite mort n'existera plus.
Je t'aimerai toujours chère athlétique grande sœur.
Que Jéhovah se souvienne de toi, à bientôt.
Anne Bayiha Ngassa

You ignited wherever you entered. You did this so effortlessly and didn't bother at all what or who said what. I so admired that in you-you self confidence! I was not happy I wasn't part of your golden age celebration and when I expressed it, you made it a duty to personally invite me to your 51st where very few were in attendance. I am so privileged to have shared in your last earthly celebration aunty Hos... keep shining while RIP

Sister Horst, the news of your passing left me in shock. I did not know you had been unwell.
You exemplified beauty, tenacious hardwork and 'Nyanga'. Your voice was always filled with positivity. Your 'can do' attitude was contagious.
You remain an inspiration to many and sowed many seeds of love and blessings.
Lay down your head now and rest Dear Big Sister. Keep watch over Ndolo, your Mother and Siblings.
May God envelope you in His loving embrace. We love you , but God loves you best.
Goodnight!

Sister Hors,

I did not get the honor of meeting you but have seen your life through your beautiful sister and daughter. I remember the day you passed...I had called Ndolo and Yvonne on my lunch break to check on you....we laughed and celebrated that you were slowly recovering...in matter of 20 mins that "recovery' turned to one of the worst phone calls I have ever received from Yvonne. I had no clue what to do to help my sister and niece walk through this except pray. I wish I had the privilege of meeting you, nonetheless I promise to be here for your precious sister and daughter the best I can. May you rest in the Bossom of our Lord. In all things we give God praise. Rest in Peace sis

Hossy mama!
It has taken me weeks to write any sort of tribute or made any reference to the fact that this bad dream might be reality! How could I have ever dreamt we will lose you so soon? My energetic, bubbly, fun loving, enterprising, always on the move sister.
The one who would hold my hand as a kid and show off " my small sister" and as a young girl will drag me into any association or fast gig in town, that sister whom I will call on short notice and she will cook up a storm to entertain my friends or inlaws, the one I could confide my deepest secrets to and was ever ready to fight for me!!!

Unanswered questions ring through my mind in the darkest hours of the night. Why now? Just when your crown is ready for you? The fruits of your labor? Why now sis???????? What happened to all your plans?? Why did you let it slipped away so easily sis??? This is what hurts the most sis.....and why my tears will not stop flowing.

It is well sis, it is well.

The Lord remains my strength.

Spread Your Beautiful Wings and Fly‍♀️

Sleep Tight In His Bossom

Aïe aïe aïe my Big sister, my sports woman, my role model, my beautiful pageant, my bakweri connect. What happened? All the pleasantries we shared at bonakanda village the last time we met. I told you that I am getting older than you and you just smiled with the gap tooth I always admired in you. Me: "Big sis you no di old"? Hos: " Man go do how nor petite seour??" I weep because I am not gonna see you again but I know you are in a better place where joy, peace, love and no envy reigns. Ndolo, Yv, Mami, Ayissi you all stay strong. God knows and loves her best. Hugs to the Onanas. Greet my Dad when you see him and tell him I still miss him every day and very much too.

Mommy Hos that's how we have always called you. It was a privilege to have grown knowing you. I always idolized you when growing up, my friends looked at me with admiration because i knew you and was very close to you. Even my younger sisters verbalized that you gave me more attention than you did them. Your beauty has always been known by all. You have always been a fashionista, warm and kind hearted woman. You were very creative, hardworking and independent. You made me a fashionista ( or somewhat), gave me the most recent outfit that you knew could look good on me.
You gave me great advice. Told me stories of how my parents met and how you were the middleman in their love story. You always made me feel i could become anything I wanted to become. You touched my life in ways words can't express.
You encouraged me to be a good communicator. "Enanga, you no di call ya sister Ndolo. Enanga cam visit even you no talk. Enanga you can do anything you want to do." Just a few of the way the advices will start.
I am still in disbelief, but I trust God, because He knows why. Adieu Mommy Hos, i will forever miss you. You were a rare gem.

Hos, I know you lived the life you wanted but how come you easily slipped out of it?     We lived reasonably well for 13years no matter what people said and I thought that we could grow old together and give one another aid and comfort. Death brings physical departure but the special love that burns inside me for you will never die. Hos, may you be at peace with God. Good night.
             

Hos, it was quite a shock to hear of your sudden passing. We have been robbed of your friendliness, enthusiasm for life and vibrant energy. We are missing you, but all one can say at this point is that, God knows best. Rest in peace.