My dearest husband,
Another year has come and gone without you. There are days that i feel like you are just hiding and one day you'll come back to me even though i came and saw you buried but miracles do happen and i always hope that one day that miracle will happen in my life and i'll see you again. I wish there was a way to skip this day in my life and let me wake up from this dream that i've been dreaming for the past 3 years. My dear, so many things are happening in the family just because of your absence but i know that wherever you are, you continue to intercede for us and my prayers are that one day the truth shall come out and the Lord will be judging them one by one. Your BLOOD will never dry until justice is done. No matter what human beings continue to say out here, i know that only one person knows the truth and that is our God and when that time comes, He will expose them one by one. God's time is the best, our ways are not His ways and our thoughts are not His thoughts. You know the different attempts that they've tried to harm me both here and back home but they can never succeed because you continue to take care of me even in death and because i'm also covered with the precious blood of Jesus. His word says touch not my anointed because as He appoints people to do His work, He also anoints them. Whatever i'm doing in church now is because you were my inspiration. May you continue to direct and look over us as you've been doing. Continue to look good and always have that smile on your face that i see each time that you appear to me in my dreams to console. I will always love you until that day when we shall meet again to part no more.

Happy Birthday, Joseph.  I'm sure I can't begin to comprehend what a birthday in Heaven must be like.  I'm sure nothing compares to celebrations here in the earthly realm.  Your departure from us all is still very raw.  Rowena has your picture posted at her desk.  I always pause there and look at it until I begin to feel my eyes welling up and then I move on.

I miss our talks about the Lord and our faith and our families that we used to have.  Do you remember how many times you had to calm me down when I was ready to strangle some of our co-workers?  We would pray together and then you would bust out laughing at me and my temper.  It was truly a blessing to have your office right next to mine because when you heard my voice raise you would just quietly come in my office close the door, sit down and ask me what was wrong.  I'm positive you are the reason why I still have a job :)   
 
Stacy, if you're reading this, I want you to know that I share every pain and tear with you.  Like you, I was my father's only daughter.  He and I were two peas in a pod.  I lost my father suddenly on November 18, 2000.  I want you to know that the excrutiating pain and feeling of loss does subside with time.  You will be able to eventually think about your Dad with happy thoughts.  The most comfort that I get when I begin to really miss my Dad is I know that he is with our Lord and Savior, because he was a Christian just like your father.  The Bible tells us to be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord. 

May God's love and the love of your Dad's family, friends and co-workers give you and your Mom peace and unspeakable joy each and every day until we can all be in Heaven celebrating together.

Your Sister in Christ,

Cheryl F. Jones (Joseph's co-worker)      
 
   

Happy Birthday Daddy! Today would have been your 53rd Birthday. January 31st is not the same since you past; a day that would have been filled with joy and laughter is now filled with depression and tears. How can I even celebrate your birthday without jumping on you and giving you a big hug? The little surprises me and mommy would have been planning for you are no good. I can not believe you are not here for the 2nd year in a row. I wish one day I would wake up from this nightmare that Im having. It seems like i am finally coming to the reality that you are gone, I have been lying to myself saying your going to come back. But, nevertheless today was that day you came into the world and January 31st will forever be a day when I will remember the time we shared. 

I Love You & Miss You Daddy and have a blessed 53rd Birthday in Heaven! *Kisses*

Love Your Only Daughter,
Stacey Kum  

I cant believe that I havent woke up from this nightmare. I've been in deep sleep for exactly 1 year today. August 14th, 2012 my heart went to sleep and today August 14th, 2013 my heart is still sleeping. Daddy it has been one year since your death was announced that very moment my heart broke into a million and one pieces, and til this day I havent gotten the courage to believe that you are really gone. How can I live without my heart? Daddy, you have my heart, my one and only father. The man I looked up to, someone i favored, and someone I trusted with all my heart. When your trust is gone what good is a relationship? I can never have the same relationship with any other person. 

This year that has passed has been the most difficult ever. Im still in denial and i dont think i will ever come out of being in denial. This year was incomplete, without you nothing is complete. I miss you daddy, i miss your laugh, your smile, your scent, your face, your skin, our conversations, EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.  Daddy I love you and i know that in the year that past you have been watching over me, mommy, and the whole family.  You are my GUIDING ANGEL . Please continue to watch over us and care for us in sprit. 

Please Dont EVER forget that I Love You and I Miss You .

My dearest husband,

Today marks exactly one year that you departed from this sinful world to be one of God's most cherished Angels but your departure created a BIG vacuum in my life that i do not think i shall ever be able to fill it. It seems like it was just a few hours ago that this happened. All my wounds are just as fresh, the emptiness seems to be increasing every day, no one to talk to, confide to, no one to advice me, the house is so lonely and empty without you.  I do not know what to do. Each time you come to me, you’re looking very good and you keep telling me that it will be OK but I do not see things being OK without you. There’s a lot of confusion going on and there’s no one to bring things to order as you would have done, MR. PEACE MAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our baby girl has been my rock, she tries to fit in your shoe, making sure that I’m not down, putting things the way you would have done. She continues to excel very well in school and getting very responsible. Even though when she does all these things the wicked and jealous ones are out there interpreting it in their devilish ways and only try to look for more ways to bring us down but one thing I know for sure is that you will not sleep until justice is done.

Please do not let your spirit to sleep until justice is done because if you do, it will create a lot of opportunity for the devil and the evil ones to continue to operate in their evil ways. Enemies are still out there getting very excited that they have won BUT I know that our good Lord will answer my prayers very soon and will put the devil and wicked ones all to shame. Continue to protect us where ever you are.

I LOVE AND MISS YOU DEARLY
YOUR LOVELY WIFE 

SCHOLA

Happy 52nd Birthday daddy, you were going to be a very youthful 52 years old today. I wish you were here for me to celebrate with you and for me to wish you many more years, God took you away so soon. Last week i was thinking what i would have gotten my daddy for his birthday this year? Another sweater, shoes, or all A's on my report card? I miss when me and mommy bought you something and before your birthday even came you were wearing it in advance. This morning i woke up and I didnt have no one to run and jump on and sing Happy Birthday to. I would have never thought that last year was going to be your last birthday with us on earth. I miss you more than words can experess and there's never a day when i dont think about you. Daddy I wish you were here for us to spend time together on your birthday, a day that has no meaning to me anymore. It hurts my heart to know that you will never come back to spend another birthday with your family, but it warms my heart to know that you are with the Lord and your in a better place. The love i have for you hasn't changed in the 5 months that you have been gone, my tears will never dry. As everyday goes by i miss you more and more, no one can ever replace you daddy. May you have eternal birthdays in Heaven with God.

  
I LOVE YOU and have a blessed and blissful birthday In HEAVEN *Kisses*

Love,
Your Daughter Stacey Kum

Hello dear, Happy Birthday. Today is your birthday. This is going to be your first birthday that I'll be celebrating without you. It is very difficult for me and Stacey for this day to be here and we will not be able to do our little tradition that we always do on each other's birthday. It's been 5 months 2 weeks and 3 days now since you left this world. The wound in my heart is still very fresh, deep and bleeding heavily and no matter how much the family and friends have tried to pack the wound in my heart with all the love, the bleeding still continue because their love will never be the one that would have come from you. I miss you so much, I miss all the good times and the fun we shared on our birthdays, I miss you sneaking in my car and stealing your own present and by the time I go to the car to look for it, you already have it on. Lol. Where will I ever get you again to share those moments with? Why is the world so wicked to me? Countless lines of tear coming down from my eyes and i don't know how i can stop them but i hope that one day our good Lord will wipe the tears away.

Stay Blessed dear and continue to look over us and know that my LOVE for you has not changed even in the world BEYOND.
I LOVE YOU 

Your Lovely Wife
Schola Kum   
 
 
   

Joseph Sang Kum. To many he may have been a son, a brother, a husband, a teacher, a colleague, or a companion. But to me and my siblings he was our Uncle Joe. An Uncle who took me to my first visits to Atlantic City and Ocean city. My very first road trips were spent with Uncle Joe driving me, Aunty Schola, and Stacey down to New Jersey. Not only did he show me a different part of the world but he was the mold to the relationship that me and Stacey have today.

Now when I go to church I won't get lto see my Uncle Joe after church service in Lindsey Hall. Me nor my siblings will get a big teddy bear hug from him anymore. Lobga won't get a chance to call him Fai. Uncle Joe won't be coming over to the house while Aunty Schola is at the CWF meeting.

A life taken to soon for us all. A life that was brutally cut short, not in peace but in terror and pain. It seems like all the good ones go that way. And when my little brother, Lobga, sees Uncle Joe's pictures and ask "Where is Uncle Joe"? And I have to explain to a 3 year old that Uncle Joe that he saw almost every Sunday is no longer here, is unbearable when his response is "Nope, Uncle Joe is in Cameroon. He's coming back soon". It's heartbreaking that Lobga couldn't enjoy Uncle Joe as long as me or my siblings did.

But Uncle Joe's legacy will never be forgotten. The legacy will only continue to prosper. He may not have been my biological father but he was one of my Fathers. Uncle Joe you will forever be in our hearts. We will always love and miss you.

May your soul rest in perfect paradise, love the Ngati children.

WHEN A KILLER KILLS HIMSELF

I have said it before and I should say it again. If Christ had not lived, died, resurrected and is living again, I would never have the courage to comment on the brain-racking mystery of life and death. In fact, I would never have accepted the request from the Kom Baptist Ex- Students (KOBESA) to present a eulogy on the occasion of Mr. Joseph Kum’s gruesome departure. But that Christ conquered death and demonstrated beyond all doubts that there is eternity for those who trust in Him, I can now comfortably and with full conviction, make farewell utterances during Joseph’s send-off party- for that is how I will call this occasion subsequently.

Some great thinkers have described human life as simply absurd and absolutely futile. Some have seen life as a simple dream or a walking shadow given that like dew, man evaporates in a twinkling of an eye and all earthly pleasures become vanity. However, the mystery of Christ’s resurrection has taken precedence over all secular philosophies thereby projecting human life not as a simple drama of absolute futility but as a consciously designed stage on which man prepares either to make or mar his destiny. It is on the basis of that divine consideration that I am beginning to wonder if Joe’s precocious life has marred or made his eternal bliss.

There is a general tendency that on occasions like this mourners tend to focus on the positive aspects of the deceased life and most often, they end up projecting him or her as a paragon of virtue. Without sacrificing objectivity, Joseph Kum studied in Kom Baptist Technical College, Njinikejem from the mid seventies up to the early eighties. He quickly identified himself as a jovial, loving, compassionate, friendly and sociable character whose super charming manners created in him a real darling among his school mates. He was incontestably hard working, industrious, level-headed and generally composed- qualities that flew him across the adversities of life with little or no obstructions. He was ambitious, enterprising and consistently focused. I can remember him in 2010 passionately advising his fellow ex-students in the words of Stephen Covey to adopt a proactive approach to life and to shift paradigm in order to attain that savoir-faire and savoir-vivre that life requires. It was a historic counsel that was accompanied by a generous donation of 100000 frs for the smooth functioning of his ex-student association which I represent here. Such a charitable, loving and soft spoken gentleman of good fortune leaves the impression that his life, as ephemeral as it has been, constituted a stage on which he consciously prepared his eternity. It is only when we look at life from such as a perspective that we can posit like John Donne in the following address to death:

           ‘Death be not proud

            Though men call thee

            Mighty and dreadful

            For thou are not so.

             Thou shall die.’

If Joe is not dead, is there any reason for hopeless mourning? I can imagine the depth and breadth of the grief and distress that has over taken Joe’s friends and relatives, especially his wife and daughter. However, madam Kum, I have the belief that we are here at a wedding ceremony to witness your marriage to a new husband who will never die-a bullet proof husband.  A husband through whom you will see Joe again. Scholastica, may those hot tears streaming down your cheeks be transformed into tears of bridal joy. Smile because Jesus loves you. We gather from the storehouse of our native wisdom that a cow without a tail lives by the mercy of God. Truly, Joe was your tail but surely the Almighty God has fully replaced him. I may sound grotesque but I dare say, congrats on your wedding day! Today marks your renewed commitment with the lord and you will live to savour the splendor of his eternal majesty.

          The bible advises us to watch and pray. Let us pray and watch Joe’s children as they take up Jesus Christ as their faultless father whose abundant love for them will certainly dwarf Joe’s mortal love. The Kums will never know the pangs of widow hood. The Kums will never know frustrations of fatherlessness.

          Looking through secular lenses, one could describe Joe’s death as one of the cruelest in recent memory. But let us halt for a second and reflect on the paradoxes of Joe’s death. Let us agree that the devilish destructive bullet aimed at Joe’s innocent soul finally killed the killer. The ignorant killer might have been escaping from his own shadow after such a macabre act, but I know that  that, like Judas , he is the ferry-man who transported Joe into eternal bliss but that his own bullet has crushed his heart and he has lost the dignity of life. He is dead while Joe lives on. How could the killer be so dull that he could not learn from the experience of Cain? Why could he not learn from the crime of Judah? Could he remember any killer of a bundle of innocence like Joe who went scot-free? As we send Joe off into abundant life, one thing is clear –the killer killed himself but Joe lives on. Until the trumpet sounds, Adieu Joe! 

Presented by

Gilead N. Ngam

President General

KOBESA

Joe has been a very close family member whose boundless, genuine love and care for all he came across is more than appropriate words can ever carry.

Like he did for many other groups, he visited us at least twice annually just to ensure that the bond in the family is not reduced, notwithstanding the 8-hr drive each way. In a very special way he helped forge the Bum Association that I presided over with him as assistant even though he did most of the work.

With his demise almost all members of the Bum Association over the USA met in MD and pledged to resurrect the association as a lasting legacy to his memory by all Bum residents in the USA. The association more than doubled its membership head-count. Joe’s dream for Bum will be made real by this organization.

Joe, your personal touch in my life in more ways than can be presented here meant a lot to me, even when I did not follow some of the great suggestions you gave. Your lifestyle was the only Holy Bible most have read and will be lasting in their lives. Thank you very much for being so special for me, my family, friends and to the entire Bum community.

I deeply regret missing you but appreciate the short time God made you a part of my life. I commit you into God’s love and care where you will be fully rewarded for all you’ve done to all in this life.

zama kimbi ndefru, lll

Oh ,oh,  oooooy, my hear tweeps, bleeds, is grieving ,is in anguish, in so much pain, ……  Black Tuesday I will never forget that day when the cold hands of death  snatch  my BELOVED  BROTHER and my HERO.I am still waiting for you to return from your vacation and let us share our usual family secrets, about the family back home and so on.  Oh death you have truly pierced  my heart so badly. I  find myself like Lazarus’s sisters in the Bible  When their brother died they wiped and told JESUS, LORD if you were here our brother wouldn’t have died.

    I will never forget how  you use  to teach me  Maths, Chemistry, Physics, additional Maths, etc    I became a science student, and later  a  Maths  teacher because of you. Beloved  brother, you were a great teacher, always ready and willing to help your fellow students at any time. You helped  many students to become successful l  in  the London City and Guilds examination. My beloved brother you were full of grace, integrity, hope, faith, intelligent, courage, ambition, dreams, and  what have you. I remember when I wrote the GCE  O- Level and did not pass, you  asked me to repeat  in Longla Comprehensive College where I later on passed.  You have always devoted your love, kindness, time and money for my success.

                I later joined my beloved  Brother  in 1999 in the US with my entire family were he received us in a grandeurs style and also  was very happy and proud of  us.  Our relationship grew stronger every day as  called each other most often to share our dreams, ambitions and family secrets.   Went I started working ,my beloved brother asked me to call him at any hour of the night if I need a ride. He meant what he  said as he was always there when I needed one. When I present  a financial problem  my beloved brother will prefer to forgo his  mortgage just to solve my problem.  My beloved brother taught me the importance of unity and sharing as he brings the family together in several  major holidays such as  Christmas, Thanksgiving  to share a meal  together.

                I  thank  the ALMIGHTY GOD for giving me such a loving brother  who was full of inspiration and has touched many lives positively. I will miss you and  will love you forever and ever. The Bible tells us that the flesh dies but the spirit lives for ever . I am glad to know that you are in a better place and one day we shall meet to part no more.  My beloved brother Joe my entire family and I will miss you. May your soul rest in perfect  peace.

Mary Achu

We know you have overcome death, for the Bible says that being absent in the body is to be present with the Lord. Yes, you are getting the true answers and seeing everything clearly now. Death cannot be proud that it has claimed you. We rejoice that you are with Christ yet mourn for loss of your friendship and kindness. You have always stood by us during the most difficult and challenging times, and during the most joyful times. Very few knew and still do know that we are not blood brothers. Even your mom would usually confuse between us. Our families have merged together and now it’s difficult to distinguish between the two. People hardly know where my family and yours live because we are either in your home in Maryland or in our home in New Jersey. Even your last five days in the US, you and your family spend two in our house in New Jersey.  We have our room in your house and if it so happens that somebody is in there, you and your wife will leave you bed for us. As for you, your most famous spot in our home (even though you had a room) was the basement where you will get up every 5am and turn on music at its loudest to wake people up. Your bed is still there and everybody calls it Mr. Joe’s bed. For that, we are eternally grateful. We will miss you laughter, your dance, your wisdom and above all your person. You worked with us to create so many memories and that would be the eternal heritage you have for us as they will live on. Thanks for your generosity. We will miss you dearly. Well, you did leave, not as we desired, but as the Lord desired. Knowing that you were in him, you have been raised with Christ and you are at peace with him. You have run the race, fought the good fight, and kept the faith. RIP.
Kenneth and Chantal Nkwenti.

Tribute to a brother,friend and companion.

Joe, I remember the year we just met in 1988 as fresh graduates having our first job experience, teaching in  Nacho college Bamenda. You were a young, intelligent, ambitious, energetic vocational staff in the Technical department full of ideas and dreams. We shared ideas on how we could better our lives and accomplish great things over a beer at “country man”. You were always the first to take the first step towards the future. Embarking upon going to Nigeriain between your teaching schedule to buy some goods and sell over in Cameroonso as to generate some funds and pursue your career .As you made these trips across the border, I remember you loosing some money and almost your life to robbers not once but on many occasions. Yet you never gave up. Your courage and determination drew my attention and brought me much closer to you and we started talking not only about our academic dreams but also family. You then met your sweet heart, Schola while teaching. You became even more determined as you looked for a better future for both of you.

In 1990 you left the teaching field and joined a private road construction company as an engineer. I remember the tiny bedroom I met you in Bokito where we talked and you said most of your savings were with your sweet heart who was then a stone throw away in the University of Yaounde and you were looking forward for both of you moving abroad soon to continue your education.

Then in 1994 you had a scholarship grant and moved to Holland with your sweet heart for studies. You undertook a masters program in environmental managment. Your program took you to Poland,Romania and home in Cameroon where you did some research on environmental conservation.  During this period, with the deteriorating employment situation home, you kept me and your juniors employed. Sending  some goods from Holland for us to sell. You did not only support the family but also friends from earnings made from these sales. You graduated in 1996 with an MSc  and moved to the US in 1997with your sweet heart. Then your daughter, Stacey was born. Working with the PG county you continued your business venture, sending goods for me to dispense. Then things were not going right in Cameroon and you helped me join you here in the US.I did not only meet you, your wife and daughter but also a host of family members in your home. Others including friends came after me and your family gave them the same treatment. You did not only offer us shelter and food but also the support and assistance for us to pursue our dreams here in the US. We stayed as long as we desired in your home without you or your wife questioning. I lived with you for eight months and when I left, I kept coming back when things got tough on me. Your doors remained opened to all of us at all times.

You drew people towards you because of your hard work, your courage and most importantly your ability to help others achieve their goals. You gave us advice from the bottom of your heart. You never hesitated to show your anger and frustration when people did not take your advice and found themselves in trouble…particularly here in the US where you can not get away with anything. I would remember you for your multi-tasking, always having things done even at the last minute with maximum outcome.

On major holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, New year) you will make arrangements for a family and friends come together. You made sure every one ate to the full, you will go round serving drinks making sure everyone had more than enough….filling our glasses or replacing our bottles when they were not empty.

You told me you were scheduling your trip home after the basketball season so as to be back before the football season begins. We did not know that the forces of darkness were aware of your schedule. With whom shall I talk football, basketball or politics. I remember how we will talk over the phone for over and hour everyday as you left office and drove home, or as you will call me from office and drive for an hour to my apartment and we will talk for hours, or asking me to come to your office so that we can go out for lunch. I remember how we will drive for hours to go get a piece of equipment in Pennsylvania talking throughout the journey about our lives ,family and plans for the future; how you will bring your family over, sometimes just Stacey and we will talk for hours. How you will ask me to bring Ryan over to your office. I don’t know why I should keep a phone any longer.

It is now we know that not everyone who came to you for advice or help had an open mine. As you rightly said in your last words here on earth: ”I have done my own job here on earth” .We asked so much from you and you gave your all and all. Rest in the peace of our Lord and I will meet you soon.

Sam duala.

Bro, as I always called you for the times we met - it was shocking when the news got to me that you were no more. It is still not believable because I see your face now that I am writing. I could not stay in my office as the news got to me. I persevered to attend a very important meeting in which I could not even concentrate. Then I drove home to look for your pictures - pictures I took when I last visited the Nana's in 2009 with my family and you all came to share fellowship with us in the brief send-off party the Nana's organised. Then I showed my wife the pictures and we were speechless again. I knew already how Sister Schola was feeling and I was told she was not even able to talk on phone. Then I decided to call but Cameroon to find out if it was really ture.

I saw great gentleness in you when I first met you in 2006. We quickly had much to discuss as soon as you told me about your stay in The Netherlands, a country I have always visited. In all our discussions, I cherrished your humor so much and could even identify that we shared many values. You were so kind, so welcoming, so friendly that you were around whenever I was in the US. I saw the great integrity you built in your family. The way you talked with your wife and the people around you was exemplary. You were calm but very focussed and were honest in our discussions and solution-oriented.

In no way can you deserve this but be sure that The Spirit is working. Such a devlish act can be perpetrated only by someone who has refused all other forms of problem solving. Someone who is not even able to solve a problem and who thinks he/she shall solve the problem by taking your life. One thing is clear, we cannot buy life with any amount of money and so there is NO justification for taking away someone's life. Whatever the case, I believe The Spirit is working, so we leave it all in the hands of God.

I wish you everlasting happiness with all angels.

Adieu bro, until we meet some other day.

Augustine Che Mofor, Germany

A TRIBUTE TO MY HUSBAND Mr. JOSEPH SANG 

My love, my partner, my best friend, my father, my brother, my husband my world and the qualities continue nonstop. Where do you want me to start? I have spent more than half of my life with you, we became one. You knew all about me and knew exactly what was the next thing that was going to come out of my mouth. You were the best husband any woman could ask for. You were the best father. You were your daughter's best friend, sometimes I will even be jealous because of the closeness you had with your daughter.
Mister peacemaker, my comfort zone was in you, I felt protected and secured because you were there. You gave me the best freedom any woman could ask for. You trusted me, you believed in me, you loved me and professed it in all aspect. Any where you went to, you carried your head high up and always proud of your wife. You thought me a lot. You were my teacher, my lover, my world………………………… 
We have struggled together, always push full, always thinking of what to do next and when I try to tell you to slow down, you'll say "all what I'm doing is for my two best girlS, you and Stacey. Now that the wicket ones have taken your life prematurely, where do you leave me and Stacey? Do I know how to be a father? You were the father and mother to our daughter. I do not know anything about her school program. Who do you think is going to take care of all these things? The routine in the morning for you and your daughter was" I'm going down by Stacey and you will say ok" and immediately you jump out of bed and go down stairs to walk or drive her to her bus stop. Now that you are no more, who do you think is going to be doing this? My questions will never end and my happiness has been taken away by the devil but there is one thing that I’m happy about because this devil just paid your ticket to heaven and whatever sins my husband had, will be combined with this devil’s own and they will live with it for the rest of their lives.

    When I took you to the airport on July 13th, 2012, little did I know that was going to be my last time of seeing you and when I called your phone on August 14, 2012, at 3:00pm, little did I know that that was going to be the last time I will ever hear your voice. I still get the echoes as your were telling your daughter how you loved and missed her and how you were going to give us a call in the morning to give us details of your flight. I’m anxiously still waiting for that call and if it means for me to stay on the phone forever just to hear your voice again, I’ll do that.

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s BEST FRIEND away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s LOVER away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s FATHER away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s HUSBAND away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s BROTHER away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s PEACEMAKER away?

How can someone be so wicked to take another person’s SON away?

My brain and strength has been snatched away 

One thing I’ll promise you is that, I’m going to make you very proud by taking care of our daughter as if you were still here and I know that where ever you are, you’ll be watching over us and you’ll be directing me where ever my strength is weak, you’ll re-enforce it.

You will forever remain my LOVE

May your soul rest in peace in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ

Fair well my DEAR,

Fair well my LOVE.

 By your lovely wife

Scotte as you always love to call me.

A wonderful brother, uncle, and a brother in law
If we could have a life time wish.
A dream that could come true
We would pray to God with all our hearts.
For yesterday and you.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best
The blow was hard, the shock severe.
We never dreamed your death so near
But only those who love can tell
The pain of parting without farewell
But loving memories never die.
As years roll on and days go by
In our hearts a memory is kept
of the one we love and will never forget

Pa Penn,
 
You said it all. Since I heard about this senseless act, I was out of words. Hopefully I will see my sister next week before she leaves for home.
 
Jimmy Mopecha

--- On Wed, 8/15/12, penn tanni <penmaken@sbcglobal.net> wrote:

From: penn tanni <penmaken@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Re: {PDO USA} Our Mr. Kum is no more
To: pinyin_usa@googlegroups.com
Date: Wednesday, August 15, 2012, 2:57 AM

My dear Community:
 
This is sad news, the likes of which we have not heard in our Community for some time. Some feeble minded people have shook us by cutting short the life of one of us, even our Mr. Kum who, though not a member of our Executive, has been an outstanding member and leader whom we all listened to, and turned to from when he and his family became founding members of our Group. In the early nineties when we held most of our meetings in Camdem, New Jersey, our brother was, and has continued to be one of the members who check to see who had come and whether we had enough to refresh ourselves at each Convention. In those early days this was done by chipping from the pockets of those who side barred about that.
 
When we have had to meet in Chicago, Minnesota, Los Angeles and in Mesa last month, Mr. Kum was visible in arranging for transportation, encouraging members to go, and supporting members who needed help to go. He went through two homes in MD, and hosted our Convention in each, though we have held more Conventions at their current home. We all knew him as Mr. Kum and, indeed, he was our Mr. Kum. And I cannot believe that today, just a few weeks when we were with Mr. Kum in Mesa, AZ for our annual Convention, we are, so unfortunately, talking about our vibrant member and leader who needed no election to leadership, Mr. Kum, in the past tense. Yes, that is the irony of life, and it is so sad. But woe to him who takes away another man's life!
 
No doubt we will hear more details about this painful, this senseless, this ignoble and undeserved murder in the hands of thugs who may have been hired by treacherous and weak  minds who think, unfortunately, that they can settle their scores through the barrel of a gun. How senseless and how low! And now that Mr. Kum is gone, I hope that his murderers get what they wanted, and that they will live forever. His body is gone, but Mr. Joseph Kum's soul lives.
 
Mr. Kum lived a great life. He married one of our beautiful daughters, and they have one knock out daughter of their own. But some jealoused and ignorant mind has deprived this young and happy family of the family head! Mr. Joe Kum went home to visit him family - and someone decided to cut short his life so that he would not see his family, and his cherished Group in America, again! Oh fools that you are: you who make yourselves prosecutors, judges and executors of the innocent, how foolish and timid your acts and how weak and shameful they portray you. You have taken our brother's life, but he will remain ever fresh in our hearts and minds- and that is more than anyone can ever think of you, you murderers. Murderer (s) yes, for that is the new title added to your name (s). You could not face him, so you hired others to do your evil act. But Joeseph's soul you did not touch, you could not, and it remains alife!
 
My Beloved Community, it is hard to ask you not to feel sad. That is a hard thing for any of us to do. But please I pray that those in the Northeast area will gather around our Sister Schola, and our beautiful daughter, Stacy and give them the love that only we can give. And let us all please think about our brother and his family in our prayers. Let us celebrate Mr. Joseph Kum's life by reflecting on the best that we know about him. I cannot make any sense of his killing!
 
May God Almighty guide us, and protect us always,
 
Penn Tanni

--- On Wed, 8/15/12, ST Munuza <stmoza_net@yahoo.com> wrote:

From: ST Munuza <stmoza_net@yahoo.com>
Subject: {PDO USA} Our Mr. Kum is no more
To: "pinyin_usa@googlegroups.com" <pinyin_usa@googlegroups.com>
Date: Wednesday, August 15, 2012, 2:47 AM

Fellow Pinyin People,
We have been rubbed. Our one and only Mr. Kum, husband of our Sister, Schola Kum-Muluh, and Sweet Daddy to our baby sister Stacy Kum, is no more. It is being reported that he was attacked and shot to dead by some unidentified gunmen @ about 8pm Cameroon time; in front of his residence in Bamenda.. His corps is currently at Bamenda hospital mortuary.
Detail funeral program will follow soon.

Silva Munuza
President
PDO- USA