ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved mother, grandmother JOAN MOJOKO NGUNGE MONANGAI . We will remember her forever.

Posted by Njalla Franka on March 26, 2019
Grandma saying goodbye to you is the hardest thing I am forced to do. I use to hear people loss their dear ones am having the first experience. Oh death you have taken some one dear to me. My hard working grand ma. You have toiled all your life to make us what we are today. My Margaret thatche, my disciplinarian. You were more of a mother to me than a grandma. I remember when I call you Mami mommy Sophie will always say "njalla nah your grandma that no bi your mami". That bond of a mother and child was what we shared. You taught us love and unity. I remember during the long vacation when we spent holidays with you, we all had to eat together . If I have to write my experiences with you I won't end. Each time I come to bokwango you will come closer to me to get my frangance immediately you will say "anny give me that your smell". Mami I remember when I had your first great grand child, when I presented her to you, you wept and said "anny how are go take care for this my great granny. You also said "wusai foot dey for kam di see wona for tiko and you wept. Mami the tears you shared that day only added our bond. We will greatly miss you
Posted by Monangai John on March 26, 2019
Oh mother i remember how you do call me MONANGAI MO LIENGU i really miss u mom your memories will never die down my heart you have left me with a wound that will never be healed a space that will never be filled hard working woman that always made sure her children never lack anything she you saw us through school because u knew the important of education oh mama you left so soon without me saying goodbye but i will put you in my heart because you are my royal model
Posted by Monangai John on March 26, 2019
Mother u were the trust, dearest, more than a mother to me. i called u friend, you stood for us 9 of your children, and only God knows the inner strength u had to come through with all our siblings.
u were precious a gift from God, so much beauty, grace, love and patience u possessed. u touched my heart in so many ways, ur strength and smile even on dark days made me realise i have an angel beside me.
Mother u heard Gods whisper, calling u home, u did not want to leave me, i saw ur fight. You loved me so much taught u held on tight, until all ur strength was gone, and u could no longer hold on .Finally u gave ur hand to God and slipped away quietly without telling us bye.
I WILL FOREVER SALUTE YOU MOTHER , COS U BEEN ALL I EVER NEEDED IN MY LIFE. GOD GAVE ME THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD ! U TAUGHT ME TO NEVER GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS BUT TO PERSEVERE NO MATTER HOW HARD THE STORMS MAY BE.
I MISSS U MOM !

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Posted by Njalla Franka on March 26, 2019
Grandma saying goodbye to you is the hardest thing I am forced to do. I use to hear people loss their dear ones am having the first experience. Oh death you have taken some one dear to me. My hard working grand ma. You have toiled all your life to make us what we are today. My Margaret thatche, my disciplinarian. You were more of a mother to me than a grandma. I remember when I call you Mami mommy Sophie will always say "njalla nah your grandma that no bi your mami". That bond of a mother and child was what we shared. You taught us love and unity. I remember during the long vacation when we spent holidays with you, we all had to eat together . If I have to write my experiences with you I won't end. Each time I come to bokwango you will come closer to me to get my frangance immediately you will say "anny give me that your smell". Mami I remember when I had your first great grand child, when I presented her to you, you wept and said "anny how are go take care for this my great granny. You also said "wusai foot dey for kam di see wona for tiko and you wept. Mami the tears you shared that day only added our bond. We will greatly miss you
Posted by Monangai John on March 26, 2019
Oh mother i remember how you do call me MONANGAI MO LIENGU i really miss u mom your memories will never die down my heart you have left me with a wound that will never be healed a space that will never be filled hard working woman that always made sure her children never lack anything she you saw us through school because u knew the important of education oh mama you left so soon without me saying goodbye but i will put you in my heart because you are my royal model
Posted by Monangai John on March 26, 2019
Mother u were the trust, dearest, more than a mother to me. i called u friend, you stood for us 9 of your children, and only God knows the inner strength u had to come through with all our siblings.
u were precious a gift from God, so much beauty, grace, love and patience u possessed. u touched my heart in so many ways, ur strength and smile even on dark days made me realise i have an angel beside me.
Mother u heard Gods whisper, calling u home, u did not want to leave me, i saw ur fight. You loved me so much taught u held on tight, until all ur strength was gone, and u could no longer hold on .Finally u gave ur hand to God and slipped away quietly without telling us bye.
I WILL FOREVER SALUTE YOU MOTHER , COS U BEEN ALL I EVER NEEDED IN MY LIFE. GOD GAVE ME THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD ! U TAUGHT ME TO NEVER GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS BUT TO PERSEVERE NO MATTER HOW HARD THE STORMS MAY BE.
I MISSS U MOM !
her Life

LIFE WELL SPENT

Joan Mojoko Ngunge Monangai popularly called by her husband (J) died last friday 22 of March 2019 she had as parents the late Ngunge Sako Joseph and Lydie Efeti Ngunge all of blessed memories, she was married to Martin Njie Mbenda Monangai and had 9 children four boys and five girls.

She was a hard working farmer and business woman that right down to her last days on earth before she felt sich she stood up for her children and grand children as well she has left behind her husband and children all to mourn for her may she rest in the bossom of the Lord

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Shared by Monangai John on March 26, 2019

In Memory of My Mother

By MONANGAI JOHN MONANGAI

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily

Going to second Mass on a summer Sunday–
You meet me and you say:
‘Don’t forget to see about the cattle–‘
Among your earthiest words the angels stray.

And I think of you walking along a headland
Of green oats in June,
So full of repose, so rich with life–
And I see us meeting at the end of a town

On a fair day by accident, after
The bargains are all made and we can walk
Together through the shops and stalls and markets
Free in the oriental streets of thought.

O you are not lying in the wet clay,
For it is harvest evening now and we
Are piling up the ricks against the moonlight
And you smile up at us — eternally.

Shared by Monangai John on March 26, 2019

Mother to Son

By MONANGAI JOHN MONANGAI

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Shared by Monangai John on March 26, 2019

Child and Mother

By Monangai John Monangai

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.
We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you’re weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we’ll wander,–
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,–
The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.