Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
 After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.  
                                      ADIEU J.F.W ASSIMA

Wow, how life has a way of responding to us!!!!! Joansen i least could expect seeing  myself lighting a candle on your memorial webpage. Its not been up to 72 hours when i gave you a call and subsequently had to chat with you via a social network while we talked about your welfare vis a vis condition and your response was that you were still waiting for God's appointed time. I can detaily remember when our study group had to burn the mid night candle to study for exams and write long essays. I can remember the moments you will make me laugh, get mad. You stood by me when i was down. It is so horrible and painful that i came to this world before you and the reverse is what i stand to attest as to be true in the sense that, you engaged in this unknown journey before i did. I have been trying to swallow my grief and pain. From the cries of the loved ones you have left behind, husband, parents, siblings and myriad of  friends, i can't  but with pride say that you had a lot to do both for your person and for others. What i'm happy about is that, you have just transitioned to the other phase of life where your kind heart, funny chats and nice looks/smiles will continue to blossom as you hold your baby with gates of heaven flung open for you both. My friend, as you commonly called i have seen your pic on this page with your graduation rob and i can restropectively visualise how we walked the aisle to shake hands of success with pride and honor and for this, i wanna say you have done it and thus match in that same light as you did on the 11th of December 2011 at the campus of the University of Buea and enter into the gates of heaven that have been flung open for not you alone but for your baby too.
Wotany Joasen, with a heavy heart and tears, i rise my cap in honor to you and to God  saying, "go forth and light the candle in the wind" for i shall always remember you and possibly light a candle on your grave God willing when i come visiting my fatherland one day.

Adieu Sis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Uncle Muma as you fondly call me.