Our dear Njoh Litumbe. We your partners in Akintola Williams & co. miss you and wish you perpetual rest in peace in heaven.

The pain will never go away miss you everyday.
love sist

Pearls of wisdom. I miss you Pops

Keep resting well grandpa. You are missed and forever loved

Keep resting  Grandpa. 
We miss you so much.

Love, 
Sobajo the II

To the Family of Mola Njoh Litumbe, our deepest  condolences on the passing away of your dad. I had always heard about Mola Njoh Litumbe right from my Saker days, through my parents, and of course, in Cameroon politics. But I got to interact with him personally at Ma Dione / Chief Kima Efesoa's residence and also at Sis. Liengu / Dr. Martin's residence. We hit it off immediately. He was so full of wisdom. I enjoyed chatting with him, and in his low tone, he always cracked me up with his very interesting stories. Ma Dione will tell me every time they talked, that he asked of me. He will call me when he comes to the USA. I still have his last voice message to me on November 27, 2018, when he called me from Florida to wish me goodbye, since he was leaving the USA. Without a doubt, your dad was a legend! His legacy lives on! Rest in Perfect Peace, the Legendary Mola Njoh Litumbe, My Big Friend!.

My darling pops,

It is taking a while to get used to this new reality but life continues. We love and miss you so much rest darling daddy from all your labor and a job well done.
Love Sista

My darling pops,

It has been a month since your passing and the it is still so hard to imagine life without you. 
Love you and I miss you

love Sista

Dear Daddy,

One month to the day. God is helping us cope with the immense void. I know no one can ever fill those shoes.

I miss you forever Daddy ❤️❤️

Love,
Iyambombe

Grandpa, 
It’s been a month since you started your nap. Hope you are resting well. 

I miss you so much and have a lot to tell you! 
Continue sleeping well. 

Sobajo II

My dearest Papa,

Even when you know it is time to let go, it is so hard to let go....

Rest in peace.

Sobajo

This is it for rest of our lives.
Happy Father's Day forever.


Love and miss you always Dad.❤️

Iyambombe

My darling daddy my first Father’s Day without you I miss you so bad

I read a piece of this poem by an unknown author during Mama's funeral and I found out over a decade later how much you liked it. Well, I promised I would repeat it when the time was right.

If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again.
                                             Unknown

My earliest recollection of Mola Njoh is as a young and naive little girl in primary school. I grew up with my other mother Auntie Mary Ilongo Iketuonye, then, teacher in GTTC Kumba, where Mola Njoh would come to visit his niece, now Mrs Pauline Limunga Njoku, who was a student in that institution at the time. Little did I know that in due time, I would spend 38 years of my life in a very close relationship with him.

In 1980, Auntie Mary was Principal of GTHS Molyko. One afternoon a polished gentleman with an undeniable presence came to our home to drop off a package for Auntie Mary. She was not home, so he left it with me, asking that I pass along the message and note the bearer as Mola Njoh Litumbe. When he left, I remember watching in awe as he drove out of our compound in his sleek new brown Mercedes Benz. It would be 2 years later that I would formally be introduced to Mola Njoh.

In February 1982, Late Auntie Mary Enjema Litumbe threw a birthday party for her brother Mola Njoh Litumbe; the first birthday of 38 birthdays God would bless me to celebrate with him. After that party, things would move quickly for Litombo and myself. By the end of that year, we fulfilled all the obligations of the Land and Church to become husband and wife - thanks in large part to Mola Njoh's strong influence.

When I first met Litombo, he would always praise his Uncle. As Litombo shared about his upbringing, the similarities to mine became all too clear: he was raised by an uncle he considered as a bonus father and role model and I was raised by an aunt I considered a bonus mother and role model. Much like the impact Auntie Mary had on my life, Mola Njoh’s influence on Litombo's life was transformational. So much so that it created a distinct difference in mindset from his direct siblings. In time, I got to know this wonderful man Litombo talked so much about more closely.

Mola Njoh shared many stories with me, fondly calling me Mrs. Mengs and Litombo Mengs - a nickname that originated from Mola Njoh's father, Litombo’s grandfather, Mbamba Litumbe L'Ekese who was affectionately known by the clan as Mbamba Dia. He called Litombo “Lanamenge'' because as a child, he had a massive appetite. Lanamenge would become Menge for short, and Mengs eventually.

I remember how instrumental Mola was in planning and executing our wedding arrangements; so meticulous with every little detail. Ahead of our wedding ceremony, Mola Njoh sent Auntie Sarah and myself to London to shop for my wedding trousseau. This is a special moment and memory for me, as it was also my first time traveling out of Africa. Mola invited his top corporate clients to our wedding. After the church wedding, he threw a huge party in our honor at Membea House.

Mola was always amazed with my cooking and housewifery skills and never missed an opportunity to tell me so. When Mola and Auntie Sarah lived in the Socar building, they traveled very often. During those times when Auntie traveled, leaving Mola home alone, I became his personal chef and prepared his favorite dishes.

Mola never stopped telling me about his experience meeting my paternal Bafaw family. It was as if it was the first time, every time he recounted the story of traveling to ask for permission that his son marry me. Full of energy and laughter, he would tell the story of his arrival in Kumba and being told that all he brought was incomplete without "man fowl and woman fowl". In search of “man fowl, woman fowl” to complete his obligation, he personally went looking through the streets of Kumba Town, Fiango, and many other places; an experience that amused him deeply, always ending the story with a laugh.

Mengs and myself spent many vacations in Mola's Portsea Hall and Park West Apartments in London. All only good memories.

Until today, I do not really understand why, of all things, Mola was amazed at the way I made up a bed. After a critical health challenge I experienced some time ago, I spent a week with Mola in Portsea Hall recuperating. One morning as I was making up the bed in the guest room, I felt like I was being watched. I reacted to my instincts, turned around to see Mola watching me in surprise. I was confused and asked him what the problem was, to which he responded, "I am just admiring the precise way in which you are making up the bed".

During that same trip, an old family friend came to visit (someone I also knew growing up). The lady was very excited to see me and asked to know about my Auntie Mary. I made the mistake of responding that she was very tired and rapidly getting old; definitely not the same person she had last seen. I never knew the end of it. Mola would constantly tease me for saying Auntie Mary Ilongo was "very old" and always ending with a laugh.

Another time in London, I recall someone came to tell Mola that people were complaining about him. He responded that topics like that don’t make him lose sleep. He would rather spend time with his neighbors discussing what it takes to live in Central London, than worry about idle talk.

When telling me about Meng's childhood, Mola would often say, "this your husband was such a headstrong rascal growing up, I am so pleased he turned out good".

In 1957 in Bokwaongo, Mengs was dressed up, went with his father, grandfather and other family members to welcome Mola Njoh and now Mrs Liengu Florence Martin at the Tiko International Airport arriving from Enugu Nigeria. Three years later, Mola Njoh arranged with his brother for Mengs to live with him in Nigeria. It would be 63 years from Mengs' first meeting with his uncle until his passing on.

Mola Njoh told me about his return home during the Biafra war. He had to flee with his family. Unfortunately, Mengs and Mrs Florence Martin were in school when the family left Nigeria, so Mola's good friend, His Excellency, late  Bobe T. Nkuo arranged for the two children to cross over to the Nigerian/Cameroon border where Mola waited to pick them up. He recounted, "Mrs Mengs, that night we were offered food and your husband refused to eat it! This was alarming! For Mengs to reject food? It meant that it was really horrible food". Always finishing the story with a big laugh.

Most weekends, Mengs and myself would visit Mola and Auntie Sarah in Membea House. Each time Mola and Mengs would engage in spirited conversations, for hours discussing everything under the sun, moon and stars. Such conversations continued till Mola's passing on. However, Mengs gradually weaned himself to become independent, preparing himself for that sad moment when Mola may not be available anymore.

Oftentimes, Mola would reproach Mengs instantly for any mistake he made whether or not I was present (which I found rather uncomfortable). One day Auntie Sarah called Mola to order stating, "Mengs is your child, but you must know that he is no longer a child. You cannot continue to tell him off in the presence of his wife you married for him". Mola mellowed and that was the end of such situations. Thanks Auntie Sarah.

Growing up, Mbamba Dia spent most of his time on mission trips out of his Parish, spreading the Gospel of God; leaving his two brothers to care for the clan. Because Mola suffered from several health issues as a child, he spent a significant amount of time with his mother, Mbamba Eposi, seeking for traditional medicines. Mola explained to me how each healer would mix their herbs with palm wine and through this exposure, he developed a love for palm wine.

Mola shared with me he was so very attached to his mom and was deflated after she passed on. His depression would only get worse when his father remarried as he could not embrace the idea and eventually stopped visiting him. One day, his father called for him and asked why he, Mola, was avoiding him. Could Mola not understand that it would be a lonely life without his wife? Mbamba Dia needed company and pleaded for Mola to understand. With this context, it comes as no surprise that Mola did not remarry after the loss of his beloved wife Auntie Sarah.

He once told me,"Mrs Mengs, why do I need to bring someone's daughter into the misery and pain of loss when I am no more? Of course, I can have lady friends.” He further shared that in Bakweri tradition, when a man loses his wife, it is normal for him to take a widow for a new wife. He continued that, when Auntie Sarah passed on, there was a lady who’d also just lost her husband. This lady visited him frequently expecting that, being a widow, she was available and Mola would follow tradition. He recounted to me, "hmm, I will not get into this.”  Those visits, he told me, eventually ended after it became obvious to the lady that he would not follow that tradition.

In the last weeks he spent at our home in Bonamoussadi, Mola enjoyed “gisting” even more, sharing with me his experiences with his lady friends. There were many. Some came to get advice on how to handle their male friends and some for other reasons. From all indications, there was one Mola particularly had a soft spot for, and that will remain our secret.

He loved relaxing on the balcony upstairs, enjoying a particular view. Many times he would say "see how beautiful that lawn is? When I made Mengs cut grass in Membea House, at the time he thought I was inflicting corporal punishment".

Mola's mind was alert till the very end. I remember coming home one day, tired and frustrated after a business meeting that resulted in us losing a troublesome client. Even in his frail state he said "bring that contract, let's see how we can pin them down".

I will forever be grateful to Mola for raising such a fine gentleman as Litombo. I think of a critical time of conflict between our daughters (the Mojili girls as Mola called the Litombo girls), and their guardians, and I am very grateful he chose to step in and intervene. Unfortunately, some problems can really never be solved.... only by God Himself.

While Mola was alive, Litombo did his best to express his gratitude for all he’d done for him. Critics have mistaken some actions, but Litombo knows whom God used to create positive change and impact in his life. We are forever grateful to Mola Njoh.

It saddens me to now write about him in the past tense. He was the team leader for us in putting together family funeral programs. We would do the draft with our best effort, forward to him to proof read. Yes, that would be the beginning of the work. It would come up to over twenty versions because of Mola's attention to every little detail.

In June 2019, Mengs realized that in his human eyes he saw Mola's situation deteriorating. His cousin Dr. Enany Litumbe Njie called him for Mengs to tell her his honest evaluation of the situation. Mengs did and encouraged her to come home. She did, together with her daughter Liengu Njie and we all had a fantastic time with Mola family and friends.

In January 2020, all of Mola's three girls visited home and that was another most memorable reunion. It was love, love, love and total family unity. Mola went Home an accomplished happy man.

He was a Presbyterian till the end. While in Douala, he worshiped at PC Bonamoussadi. When his health started failing and he could not attend Church Service, Elders administered the Lord's Supper to him at home. A few days before he went to be with the Lord, Rev Nsobuka of PC Bonamoussadi visited him in the clinic, prayed with him and anointed him according to the Presbyterian Tradition of the Visitation of the sick.

I believe Mola is with the Lord celebrating and jubilating with all the Angels and Saints, his Mom, Dad, his dearest wife Auntie Sarah, his sister Auntie Mary Enjema Litumbe and all those who had gone Home before him.

We are truly appreciative of Prof. Luma's personal attention, Dr. Fofung, the entire medical team and Mola's primary caregiver Adey.

A huge blow, a great vacuum none can fill. Mola is having a well-deserved rest with his Maker. His memory will remain forever green in our hearts. ❤ ❤ ❤


Fondest Memories,

Mbamba Namondo Litombo Litumbe
(Alias Mrs. Mengs)

Adieu Mola Njoh

And so it came to pass that you we’re finally laid to rest in your beloved Bokwaongo in a manner begetting to a Noble man that you were

i have pondered for many days that turned into weeks to find suitable words to express my sense of loss but more appreciation and indeed privilege to have not just known you but enjoying the love and wisdom you were so readily, freely and willing dishing out
The fatherly guidance which you brought to my life I would forever cherish.
i remember our last meeting in Douala when you commanded my presence. I remember every word you said and time has proven you right as you did tell me, this is the last time we would be meeting.
i brushed it off  abs I knew you were a fighter but nature took its course and conspired in the name of Covid -19 that some of us couldn’t be there to say dare well
but from all accounts I can tell you are rest happy for a job well done
Your time here was well spent and you touched many in different ways and all positively

like a young soldier that never returned from battle, you in our hearts would forever remain green and we shall remember you when the sun rises and even it sets

Much love

Rest In Peace Tata.

A giant of a man for sure. A standard bearer in more ways than one. We as a people, country and Africa at large have lost one of our irreplaceable Boma trees.
His nick name for my mom (Iya Christie Ndive Njotsa) and I was “Nyama Ndome and Nyama Ndome mozrhali” will stay with me always.
He’s gone to meet his love aunty Sarah & all the great ones gone before like Mola Eko. God bless them all. May he rest in the arms of the Lord. Yondo suwelele ata. 

Aunty Lee, Iya Enani, Iya Embele, Ashia to you and the entire family. Don’t cry too much.

Our sincere condolences on behalf of the Ndive Family and Monangai Family. 

William and Gwendolyn Monangai. 

Love you so much. 

Sista.

Grandpa,
You looked good in your ”Sanja”. 
Today is the most difficult day of them all. I wish it wasn't all true. Yes, I still do. But I'm happy your pain is over. You go physically today but you remain with us forever. I miss you so much I can't express it enough. I wish I could just give you one more hug. Just one. Hope you travel well to Ma Mbamba and everyone else. Don't forget to greet them and tell them we miss them. 

I love you
I miss you

Rest well Grandpa. 

-Sobajo the second.

Rest..

Love ❤️ forever,

Iyambombe

Dear Daddy,

This is harder than I thought it would ever be.
Miss you.

Love,
Iyambombe

When a great achiever and a man of many parts passes on, it is so difficult to pencil down words about him in few words. Suffice it to say I was 9 years old in 1959 in Enugu, Eastern Nigeria about when my Cameroon born mother's Uncle Mola Njoh Litumbe moved into Enugu as a pioneer Partner in Akintola Williams & Co. (Chartered Accountants). The firm of Akintola Williams & Co. is the first indigenous firm of Chartered Accountants in Nigeria. My siblings and I were so fond and proud to have an Grand Uncle like Mola and his amiable wife Auntie Sarah Efosi. The beautiful  well designed residence Mola built by the Zoo in Ekulu GRA in Enugu became a sort of tourist haven to us. We were sure of assorted delicacies, biscuits, sweets and soft drinks from Auntie Sarah and Aunty Mary and Georgiana whenever we visited. I will not forget when Mola imported a very flashy luxury very wide and long American car called Parison Pointiac into Enugu. This car can only move on selected wide roads in Enugu. At the time Mola was the 2nd person to own such a car in the whole of Nigeria.
Then Biafra-Nigeria war broke out in 1967 Mola and the Cameroon Consulate were evacuating to Cameroon and invited my parents to evacuate with them to Cameroon. My father who was a Civil Servant said he can not go because of his work but my mum was free to go with my siblings and I. My mum surprisingly said if my father will not go she will not go with her children and insisted on staying in Biafra with my father. See what love can cause. That was a costly mistake as the suffering and hardship and dangers during the war were unimaginable.
After the war in 1970 there was extreme poverty all over Igbo land I had to write to Mola Njoh to sponsor me to study medicine. Mola was kind enough to invite me to come to Cameroon to do my A'Levels as a prelude for admission to study medicine. When I arrived BUEA Mola systematically worked on me and convinced me to take to his Accountancy Profession. He asked me "Won't you like to be rich and influential like me" I answered that I would so much love to be like him. That's  how I started my journey into the Accountancy profession by being Articled in Akintola Williams & Co., Victoria, Cameroon where Mola was the Managing Partner. In a few years I qualified as a Chartered Accountant and owe whatever I am today to Mola Njoh and I have no regrets.

Thank you Grand Pa Njoh for showing me the way to success. I was with you last when I came to Cameroon for your Snr Brother Tata George burial. I will not forget your humour filled speech you made that day in the Church service of the escapades of you and Tata. You were so filled with energy then and spoke for nearly one hour standing. You spoke on that day that you were the last man standing among your pioneer set at Sasse College. You also said on that day at Tata's burial that you are the last of the Litumbe L'Ekese children standing. Chapters have now closed with your demise. You are truly a survivor. You deserve the rest God has called called you to have. As you are now at the bossom of our God please greet my mum who departed in 1992 for me. Tell her the sacrifices she suffered  for us are not in vain as we are doing great.
I remain eternally grateful to you Mola. Lee  and siblings please accept condolence from my siblings and I.
Chief (Hon.) Edwin Eberechukwu Osuegbu, FCA, FCTI.

My dear Mola Njoh 
You were a steadying and rallying force amongst us. In many ways larger than life itself . We thank you for your very robust example of integrity,  resilience and enlightenment. You blazed your own trail and held to your course unswayed. 

Mola l want to thank you profoundly for all the love and encouragement towards me. You were a father, a friend and my unwavering  supporter.

You faught a good fight, have finished the race and will always remain a well cherished pillar  in our hearts.

Loya a wendene Mola. Yondo swelele

Iya Ngowo 

26 May at 21:38
My heartiest tribute to one of the greatest Bakweri people I ever knew. Mola was a friend, a traditionalist, a dignified patriarch, a father, a freedom fighter, a moving encyclopedia and a professional chattered Accountant par excellence. I came to know Mola Njoh Litumbe when I started journalism practice in early 2000s and he was one of the most polite and available resources around Fako Division where you could tap at anytime for facts about the history, culture and traditions of the Bakweri people. Mola was introduced to me after a meet and greet at the Post Newspaper Head office by my mentor Charly Ndi Chia and even though we were decades apart in age he became a reliable friend. He will always call to check on me during charged political periods and especially the period before and after the 2004 Presidential elections. He stood for the truth from the first day and knew him until his death.

For those who don’t know his fights Mola Njoh was at the forefront of the rebirth of multipartism in Cameroon during the early 1990s after creating and leading the opposition Liberal Democratic Alliance LDA with Professor Gabriel Obenson And Lydia Effimba(all of Blessed Memory). From there he did not stop putting himself at the service of his people. Mola Njoh was a pillar in the fight for the restitution of Bakweri ancestral rights in Fako. He successfully took the government of Cameroon and had a positive outcome at the African Commission on Human and People’s Rights in Banjul, The Gambia under the Bakweri Land Claims Committee BLCC. Alongside him in this battle was the venerated law Professor Ndiva Kofele Kale. Prominent Anglophone Legal luminary Chief Charles Taku Achaleke counseled them. Today many are enjoying the fruits of the land rights Mola Njoh fought for, without knowing what the polite, charismatic and lengendary Mola Njoh And others did to have CDC cede those lands. Another of Mola’s Njoh’s struggles was to see to it that the Independence of Southern Cameroons was Restituted following reunification with La Republic du Cameroun. Mola always told me Southern Cameroonians were robbed and that the present status quo amounted to “ a njumba arrangement” as there was no document signed in Foumban. He always cried foul that Ahidjo manipulated his way in Foumban and had the people of former Southern Cameroons deprived of their independence.

Professionally Mola Njoh as a pacesetter in accounting helped lay the foundation of present day Chartered Accounting Practice in Cameroon. He has gone to the land where our profound hopes and desires aspire for, but few will walk the path of Mola Njoh Litumbe. His shoes are too big to be filled at a time when the people who are in positions of power from the Bakweri Clan think more about themselves or what they can grab than the common good of all. Mola was unassertive, polite, flamboyant but firm with his trademark Harts, ever clean and smart white shirts and Loins reminiscent of Sawa man. Mola I am lucky to have known you. You lived a fulfilled life. We hope many will learn from you.

Go well!!!

Like waves, we were united for a purpose
I was positively enriched by this union
Like waves, we are now temporarily separated for a purpose
but I know that
Like waves, we shall certainly meet again.
Until then,

P. Mbanje

• “Life is not a popularity contest”
• “History has a way of proving you right, when you trust in God and do the right thing.”

Never liked goodbyes.Miss you real bad as you make your eternal journey. Love you always

Monsieur Litumbe,

Every spoonful became an ardous task in the end game. You still fought hard for us. A true warrior. 
We still miss you.
Iyambombe

Grandpa, it’s been a little over a week. It still feels like yesterday we got the call that changed everything. I miss you so much. I still hear you call my name in my quiet time. I know you are resting and you are always here with us. It’s just a little difficult sometimes but I know it will get better with time. 

I love you

Sobajo II the great.

Forever in my heart

The Lord has his plans for you Dad.
Love,
Iyambombe

Dear Mola Njoh Litumbe, In Transition To The Great Beyond, Sir, Mola Njoh Litumbe has transited. He is on a Historic Mission of Destiny for the Dignity of his people and sovereignty of his nation. He is not dead. Mola, believing fervently that those who live in total fulfillment of their God ordained mission on earth never die, for true life is in deeds not days, l have thought it a national duty to remind you of the central message you should take to those who went before you. We highly appreciate your exemplary fatherly devotion to right the wrongs of 1961, but your departure on this long journey at a very critical point in the life of the struggle, demands that you should not go empty handed. Your Mission should not only be coded in our hearts, it should be documented for posterity and humanity in general. It is in this light that, as a patriot who worked so closely with you, l have been charged to articulate these points for the collective attention of our Fathers and other patriots you are going to meet. As one who lived the colonial manipulations of 1960/61 which led to division on the matter of national destiny and sovereign independence in conformity with the UN Charter and legitimate will of the people, you are transiting at a time when the same cancer, internal as it is, is eating the foundation of national solidarity against annexationist vampire, la Republique du Cameroun. This division from within is costing us far more than was the division of 1961 which was limited in words, nothing diabolic, no blood shed, no arson, etc. For more than one and half years, from this dungeon, PPY, l have restlessly disturbed the peace of some elder statesmen to, in rock unity with you get into urgent need of positive action for our collective survival in dignity. I was driven into this by the Wimbum received wisdom that the elders were absent in the Village square and the young were judged by foreigners, found guilty, punished and ancestral shrine put to the torch. Burdened by the fear of the unknown, l addressed a clarion call to you the elder statesmen to rise up to the challenge of history and put order in the house, and save the boat from seeking with us all. Such a calamity will be to the joy and celebration of Emperor Biya. In spite of frantic efforts made by those with open outreach you were never gotten hold of due to your health situation till we got word of your Transition. Not one who ever gives up, surrenders, or retreats on a people- centred right, ideal, l, on behalf of the living and posterity address to you this Call of history for positive action especially when you meet the pro action likes of Mukong, Jua, Stephen Ndi, Endeley, among others. For a recapitulation, it is important we recall that, the Administering Authority, UK, through international colonial conspiracy imposed the Two Alternatives, which grossly violated the UN Charter, the Trusteeship Agreement, UNGA Resolutions, and sovereign will of the people. For this reason P.M. Kale and his party rejected the imposed Two Alternatives and opposed the holding of the plebiscite in a self- governing UNTrust Territory whose right to independence was eloquently enshrined in the Charter. Chief Stephen Nyenti and his young party, equally opposed the plebiscite and vowed that never shall a foreign flag be hoisted on Southern Cameroon's soil. Foncha's plea at the UN that Southern Cameroons independence be granted and issue of forming a federation be left for negotiation by the future governments was simply ignored. As the Two Alternatives were unacceptable to the majority even the leading political leaders, J.N. Foncha of the KNDP, and Dr. E.M. L. Endeley of the CPNC, were caught in a web. With this stalemate it became necessary for the leaders in November 1960 to fly to London to plead with HM Government to cancel the plebiscite completely and grant independence to the Southern Cameroons in conformity with the the UN Charter. This was less than three months to the Feb. 11, 1961 UN Plebiscite Day. Unfortunately, while in London, there was no unity of purpose, all the high hopes of going to the UN and having the controversial plebiscite cancelled were dashed. The leaders returned and hastily embarked on campaigns without full understanding of the implications of "independence by joining". The lack of national solidarity in 1961 and after, which should have united all for a common cause against vicious la Republique du Cameroun, Ahmadou Ahidjou enjoying and exercising absolute power exploited the internal division and annexed Southern Cameroons on the night of September 30, 1961. Southern Cameroonians woke up on their Independence Day 1st Oct. 1961 and were confronted by aggressive gun totting gendarmes, indeed àn army of occupation, speaking a foreign language, controlling and checking them even on their door steps. This was a traumatising experience to a people who, hitherto lived in freedom according the law of nature. Mola, you will remember when on one occasion in your house in my defence of botched decolonisation and how international colonial conspiracy was used to facilitate annexation by la Republique du Cameroun, l asked you, " Who was the Representative of the UN Secretary General in Buea on 1st October, 1961 as was the case in Yaoundé on 1st January, 1960? The question stung you like a bee and you confessed that there was none and that you had never thought of that. Indisputably, the non-implementation of UNGA Resolution 1608 of April 21, 1961 to form the Federal United Cameroon Republic made up of two states Equal in Status clearly proves that no federal union was formed. What took place night of Sept. 30, 1961 with the silent complicity of UK and UN was annexation. As UNGA land mark Resolution 1608 of April 21, 1961 was not implemented, Art. 102(1) of the UN Charter was then ignored with impunity. The UN by Resolution 2625 of 1970 has declared annexation a crime against humanity and threat to world peace. Dr. Endeley's predictions have not only come true, our beloved country is now in the fourth year of a genocidal war with scorched earth terrorist policies and tactics. With this neither babies as young as two months old and pregnant women are spared the deadly terrorist bullets. Whole villages and houses with occupants and health facilities are put to the torch by lRC terrorists. Mola, you are on a historic mission. The ancestors most be brought into full knowledge by no one else but you who lived the practical reality of Fon Achirimbi's French Cameroun is "FIRE!" Your ordained mission is to rescue the Southern Cameroonians from annihilation and the Southern Cameroons nation from being buried underground as was ancient Carthage. You must as a matter of urgency on arrival raise the clarion call and assemble all the Southern Cameroons fathers, namely, Endeley, Foncha, Chief Nyenti, Kale, Fon Achirimbi, Jua, Ndze, Epie, Mukong, Ndi, Luma, Ebong, among others and with them build rock- based revolutionary united front. With this, as you join in the fight against the occupier, visit the two IGs and two presidents of Ambazonia who by their high ground standing are delaying fulfillment. When we met in ABU Zaria, in late 2017, which unfortunately due to circumstances beyond your control you and Fon Gorji Dinka couldn't attend, SCACUF Governing Council was transformed into an Interim Government to expedite liberation and effective Restoration of the Sovereign Statehood of Southern Cameroons (Ambazonia). In effect, one, and only one Interim Government(IG) was formed. But for one year now running Ambazonia and Ambazonians are saddled with two rival (lGs) and two presidents. This is not only a terrible precedence, it is prolonging la Republique du Cameroun annexation and occupation and the slaughter of our people like diseased cows by its terrorist forces, not to talk of increasing IDPs and refugees and thousands languishing as captives of war in lRC notoriously squalid torture centres. By no means can the two rival IGs flush out lRC, win international support, lead us to Buea, and gain Ambazonia seat at the UN and in other international fora. The lack of unity is delaying UN intervention which is indispensable. With revolutionary united front from the great beyond the ring leaders and their surrogates should have no sleep, until they submit to the will of the people and do what is right, namely, unite, work, act and speak as one in the supreme interest of the people. Mola, to any doubting Thomas of why no one else but you is fitter for this historic Mission, let it be made clear that as a crusader for national sovereignty, you were involved in many similar missions for the Restoration of the Statehood of Southern Cameroons. Beginning with the famous SCNC Nine Man Delegation to the UN in 1995, strongly committed to building a broad based united front for the purpose of putting the struggle on the fast track, we travelled to Norway in April 2011 and to the USA in June same year to build a united front between the SCNC, SCYL, SCAPO and the Civil Society plus many other missions you carried out single handedly for the freedom of your people and nation. In late 2016 your Bokwango Residence was host to a meeting at which we tried to bring in the Consortium, though their leader, Bar. Agbo Balla Nkongho declined signing the Buea 11 Declaration, on grounds that they had their own plan. Among Southern Cameroons leaders for de-annexation and National Restoration, you hold the highest record for having visited the UN in the interest of your people and nation. These, among others, stand in testimony of your remarkable contribution, sacrifices and outstanding commitment to the liberation and Restoration of the sovereign statehood of Southern Cameroons as voted for by the UN declaring 1st October 1961, Southern Cameroons Independence Day. While our RF, the true heroes and heroins of the struggle are doing a great job, they are sometimes thrown into terrible confusion and conflict as well as become the unfortunate victims of this divisiveness and divisionism. Mola before anything else, pray our illustrious Father, Fon Achirimbi to, on behalf of all the true Natural Rulers pour libations and bless the RF, the true heroes and heroins of our National Restoration and legitimate quest forbsoveregnty anchored on both divine and international law. Mola, with effective single minded political leadership attained, supported and blessed from the great beyond, the RF will achieve resounding victories. The political thermometer which should become too costly for Biya is in the territory. Unity of purpose within the political leadership is the game changer. Mola, no one else but you is fit for this Mission of Destiny. Save Transition as you fulfill your Mission to your people and humanity in general. NFOR, N. NFOR, PPY, 30/05/2020

I prayed that God would preserve you to be a hundred years so that we would have a centenarian in the family.
I begged and asked you to stay a little longer so that we could enjoy and benefit from your advice, your wealth of knowledge and your jokes. 
To me you will always be a constant reminder of hard work, dedicated Patriach and a great benefactor who always focused on the general good for all. 
I count myself lucky for all your useful advice and encouragements that helped to mold my life.

Go well Mbamba and rest in perfect peace.

-Lety Endeley

My Njoku, 

It’s been a week, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you are no more. Grandpa I’m strong for mummy but I'm not gonna lie it all hurts differently. 

I miss being a constant pest to you. I remember asking you “Grandpa do you love me” and all you will say is “Ms. Ndolo what is that" lol. A man who showed his affection through his action.

O nanga gbamu My Hero!!

—Ms. Ndolo

Always fun times and good memories Daddy. We will cherish them forever. Never lacked a partner for your social engagements.

Well, what can I say? My heart has been breaking and yet, deep down inside me a still small voice keeps whispering in my ear, telling me 'it is okay' , and I feel a deep sense of peace inside. I know you are there consoling us, telling us it's only for a little while.
I know that you are at peace, safe in the bosom of our Lord, resting in a place with no pain, no sorrow only love.
No more asking about your uncle, papa Mokonya Wana.
                 FOREVER IN OUR HEART

Dear Daddy,

It feels like yesterday. So much fun, joy and laughter. Missing you badly.
Love you forever.

Iyambombe

Here is Mola Njoh Litumbe's words on the photo: The names of my classmates in the photograph, from left to right, are:  John Nsoyenika Obanus Vega, who later became a Surveyor; Thomas Mbua Ndoko, who later became a Civil Administrator;  Stephen Mokosso Ndeley, who later became Deputy Speaker of the National Assembly; Daniel Agbor Tiku, who later became an Agriculturist;  My humble self, who later became a Chartered Accountant, but now a Politician; Godfrey Layu, who later became a Barrister-at-Law; Jacob Achidi Kisob who later became Cameroon's  Ambassador to the United Kingdom; Michael Njamfa, who later became an Agriculturist;  Stephen Nyenti, who later became Chief Nyenti, a Traditional Ruler and Politician. I must inform you that my classmates have all ascended into Heaven, and I am the only slow survivor, repeating a class because of unfinished homework which, when completed, I too will get promoted to Paradise!     Oma nanu  Mola

Beloved Grandpa,
     you have always been the grandfather that I never had and will forever appreciate all the support you have given to me, sister and mother. I can remember the last time we encountered and you were so concerned as always about my Advance levels results, giving me more courage to pull through and God knows how excited i would have been to tell you about my upcoming degree and other achievements in the later future but you have gone to the world beyond and i know
There you shall find peace 
I did not want to write this because i would be telling you goodbye for good but this is something we all must accept and jubilate in your glory that you finally sit with the Almighty 
               You have been our backbone
                Guiding us with the warmth  of your words 
                Now it is time for us to act while you watch over us.
             I thank God i got the opportunity to know such a great person and your memories are unforgettable.
             May your slumber grant you eternal peace and harmony.
          Lots of love,Small Nany
                   

You lived such a wonderful life and I am so honored to have been part of it till the day the Lord decided it was your time come home.
I can still hear the echoes of the last phrases you said when we lastly spoke on phone. You said to me “Mrs. Endeley, make me two Kwacoco bible and two Koki planty it should not be much make it and come give me I want to eat it” and I told you I will let you know when I am ready to come with. Had it been I knew that was the last time I was going to hear your voice I would have made that request happen the next day.  
You have always encouraged me about making sure my children get the best education, that I could fail in other things but that was very important and that I will continue to do so by the Grace of the Almighty God.
Because of you, I got to have such wonderful Aunties and Uncle and I know you have left this world with a happy heart because you accomplished so much.
May the Lord receive you with warm and open hands. 

We cry because we won’t be able to see you no more.

We rejoice because you fought so brave and left good.

Memories with you shall forever be cherished and never forgotten.

Mrs Endeley

The time spent with you was more than any school of thought, but I was blessed to have you in to my life as a dad who had the patience and tolerance and sense to direct me and give me the life I enjoy today.
It hurts to think that you are not here anymore. Although I can’t help but smile with tears in my eyes to think of how we cherished each and every moment of our lives together when you picked me from the cradles and gave me  life.
You have been there for me, no matter what bad choices I might have made… you lovingly repaired my broken spirit, helped me plot a new course, and set me free to fly on my own once again. There is no greater love than that. You will always be special to me, and no matter where life takes me, I’ll remember you with love.
I am lack of words but your lessons of honesty and transparency shall never ever quit my mind as I live it and feel you through it.
May the good lord grant you perpetual rest my hero and mentor
Tata  Njoh Litumbe

Dear Mbombo,

It is an honor to share the same name with such an exceptional man. The special moments we shared together have shaped the person I have become today. I will always remember the stories you told. Your leadership, compassion, humor, generosity, kindness, tact, energy, strength, and persistence - all just a snapshot of your many great qualities, and admired by so many.

A relationship is special when you safely store the most precious moments you shared. I will never forget the laughing speakerbox you kept in your pocket that entertained me for hours as a child. The advice you gave me as a teenager and sharing your personal experience to let me know I wasn't alone. The guidance you shared with me as an adult about life, love, career, hard work, faith, health and perseverance. Thank you for these moments.

I will miss you so much Mbombo. I know you are together again with Ma-mba-mba and watching us from a better place. Your legacy will live on forever - through your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and the many people whose lives you touched.    

Mokia:

You leave behind a beautiful storybook of precious memories of you.

Each chapter, though at different settings, has been skillfully woven into a flawless plot of an endearing story of love for your God, family, community, country and humanity.

Each stitch and color thread you have chosen has weaved, in clear view, an exquisite fabric of a full life well lived from 1 to 93.

Each read of the book evokes predictable emotions that can be happy, sad or a blend of both in those who knew you. It is a book for the ages. We will read it often and generations will treasure it.


Mokia:

You also leave us with a flavorful sustenance to be enjoyed but never consumed.

Each spoonful taken will be replenished in equal portions from your endless bounty.

The content of the dishes may vary but the taste will endure because

Each is flavored by special spices which are essentially you.

You have skillfully blended small quantities of you into every spoonful to excite the senses in ways that only you can do.

Most importantly, Mokia:

You leave us with a legacy that others will envy, strive to equal but never eclipse.

Each leg will be anchored into the earth’s crust as deep as Fako mountain is high.

The foundation of your legacy will be permanent and unshakable in your land.

Resting on the foundation, the body will comprise compartments full of the truths, writings, books, videos, dreams and predictions for the future that you proclaimed.

Each compartment will be emblazoned with symbols of peace, love, justice, honesty and hope– all attributes that you stood for and understood.

On top of it all will stand a proud and unflappable, Mola Njoh Litumbe, dressed in full mopkwe regalia, as you always do. Pointing the way to our restoration, long denied and overdue.

So. Dance away Mokia – Dance - Dance in your Glory - until we meet again.

Iyambombe

I took my Grandfather from Maryland to Pennsylvania to get his hearing aid replaced. That was a road trip I remember to this day. What I remember was not the name of the facility we went to, even the type of car we drove, it was the words. 

That conversation we had shaped the relationship I have with my parents and siblings to this day. It also helped form the thought process I utilize when making life changing decisions. He talked about the different types of leadership depending on the situation, creating value for yourself and conveying it to others.

We had a lot of conversations, laughs, trips and a unique bond. There were several life lessons my Grandfather repeated to me over the years. However those words on the way to Pennsylvania he only said once. 

My Grandfathers reach was far, his influence was undeniable, his love was constant and his drive was unstoppable. His body is at rest but his ideals will live forever. I will never forget The Ride to Pennsylvania.