This life is full of miracles annd tragedies and "brother" as we fondly called you, told me you had seen it all. I recall our last meeting in Ntarinkon after so many years. You hugged me tightly and asked where l was and what happened to my Ombe dream? We laughed with Dr. Charles Awasom and you said this life is vanity. I later understood the tragedies that befell the family but brothers smile and words of encouragement always there to cheer us up. As a kid, l dreamt of going to Ombe because papa Ndop  aka papa CNU and brother Lawrence graduated from Ombe. My PS Azire headmaster could not understand why l would prefer Ombe to CPC or Sacred Heart or Federal bilingual Buea. Ombe didn't work out but he encouraged me to work hard and make my parents and family proud. That stuck with me till tomorrow.... Family's grown from the Ntarinkon radius to all over the globe from where we your brothers, sisters, children and grand children, will celebrate your life and legacy and pray rest in peace for your soul. You have fought the good fight, rest with our ancestors in the lords bossom as you all look down and intercede for us. Adieu "brother"

Chofor Divine Abegley and his family..        Pa, To the world you were one person but to me and my family you were the world. With you Pa, we always felt like we had everything, Pa my defender, you always ran to my rescue when ever I found myself in any difficulties. I don't think I will be able to do without you in times of challenges, words can't express how I feel about your departure but God's ways are not ours. You will forever remain in our hearts. Go well Pa, May the lord give you eternal rest. your son

Dear GrandPa,
I'm soo sad that I won't be able to see your heart warming smiles again and here you call me "Mambo-ngwe, mother".
You were an amazing grandfather always reminding me of how important education is. The last time I and my siblings visited you, you pointed to the pictures on the wall of your children in graduation robes and kept saying repeatedly "degree, degree, degree". I know I had the best, welcoming, loving and encouraging grandfather. I will miss you but I will never forget you.
Rest on Grand father..
     Mambo-Ngwe Ndofor

Dear Grandpa,

I will always remember the notes you would write me. You were very generous and would always give everybody something from your grandchildren to their parents. You were also a very grateful person anything anyone would give you, you would be so appreciative. I will never forget when we would call you for food you would say “Merci Beaucoup” that is the only French I know because of you. You were always in a good mood and constantly singing. I am grateful before you left for Cameroon you were able to attend my high school graduation as you always stressed the importance of education. Now all we have are memories. I know you and Grandma Esther are watching over us and are proud. Love you always.

Ngwe

Weehh!! Papa, cannot count how many times I have picked up my pen to write this eulogy on your behalf and it seemed very difficult. I used to know that you are the strongest man (A super dad) and thought you will live forever but death proved me wrong. See how you were going slowly but courageously saying  “Saarah, I will be fine “till you are really fine indeed. Papa, remember our last private discussion in March, when you confessed to me that, Saarah I have accepted my fate but help me and pray that God should have mercy on me. I believe His mercies for you Papa are abound and your soul is quietly resting in the bosom of the lord.You sacrificed so much for us , our cost of living was always below poverty level but you sent and payed our fees through the most prestigious colleges of our times “ that is how much you loved us and cherished our education”.Your constant shouting and counselling motivated us to be who we are today. Remember you shouting at me when I was about entering the university “Saarah are you a cricket……… are you a cricket” and I was wondering why papa was saying that am I a cricket, then you drew me closer and told me” see you have plaited your hair and so you look different and beautiful as such, boys will come for you. So just go and shave your hair though I know every girl at the university is allowed to plait but when you are asked by people who like to talk, tell them your father is dead but it is only me and you who knows the truth”    ( And now my father is dead indeed). All so that you can learn and pass your exams without any distractions (that is my counsellor father).I remember your packages of yellow yams, onion, magi, jaja moto (crayfish) and sweet potatoes you always sent to us as students of the university of Buea. Papa you went as far as sharing with me your experiences of your matrimony and how you managed to overcome your challenges so that I can become wise and strengthen to live in my home as a woman, thanks to you I can still manage till date.If I really want to remember, I will write a whole book. Can only say thank God for using you to bring me forth. Papa you may have had your short comings as an individual, know the lord has surely shown you mercy. papa I will forever miss you but by the grace of God, will live your hardworking spirit, respect and humility to humanity, promote education, live your investing spirit, etc. you might have gone physically but your spirit lives on. Rest in peace papa till we meet to part no more.                                                        Your daughter Saarah (Abraham’s wife).

Life is made up of seasons, it comes and goes. When it comes it brings some and when it goes it takes away some. It has come to pass that you have been carried away by this season. I am privileged to have been born and raised by such a wonderful and happy man. You taught me to be hardworking, contented, resilient and never to give up at the face of challenges. Your love for education made me study hard and to become the person I am today. Till date I can still hear you telling me "Maria! Ya book! Na ya Papa! Ya book na ya first husband..."
Yes Pa you were really correct. You made a lot of sacrifices so we could study and because responsible in life you encouraged me to keep studying even when I thought I couldn't go on any more. You thought me to farm, to plant and to be strong, I can't say it all. Thank you for fathering me Pa. Rest on in the Bosom of the Lord.

Papa, Daddy Tanghie Laws, as you fondly wanted me to call you. You were a virtuous Dad full of integrity, an amazingly, awesome brother, and humorous friend to me. It is hard to believe I will never hear that clatter of laughter again. Thank you for raising me to be all I can be, and to stand mountain tall.
You reminded me that I was born without napkins because you were totally destitute and in the hospital with a fractured head, and reconstructed leg following an accident you had at C bend up station Bamenda.. I was brought from the maternity to the accident ward where you were wrapped in pieces of flour bags my mother had put together as napkins. You teared up , but prayed the Almighty to give you a chance to be in my life.
   It came to pass that in 1975, I was one of those shortlisted for Sacred Heart college Mankon, I vividly remember as you pushed my trunk that I could not carry in a wheelbarrow from Ntarinkon to Sacred Heart that September morning. Many students passed in cars and taxis, and splashed the mud on the dirt road on us, It did not stop your excitement because all you wanted was me to be in Sacred heart college. There were other students on foot with headloads too. At some point when you paused to rest your arms, you pulled my T- shirt as I jumped through the puddles with my mattress on my head. I stopped and you explained to me that,
"such is the journey of life, it's not the means you take to get to the destination or how fast , but getting to the destination on time, and proving yourself.”
Thank you, thank you LAWS for all your your sacrifices and being my support every step of the way. What will I do without you!!!! My education, my marriage life, my children, my small business endeavors were all inspired and wired around your intellect, integrity, and determination to see me succeed.
How many parents from Cameroon send money to their children to pay school fees in the USA???
     LAWS, LAWS! you paid my Grad school tuition at John Hopkins University.
I can still hear your voice shouting above the din on graduation day, "Marts, Marts, Marts" as I walked down the Isle in my overflowing robes to shake the hands of my erudite department team, and President of the Ivy College.
   LAWS, you have loved me beyond words, and I will miss you beyond measures. I will forever cherish our memories as we toiled in the fields at home, and our late night chats abroad. Are YOU really gone for good???
   It's hard to believe, but I remain comforted by the biblical teachings of Romans 14:8 that says, " if we live we belong to the Lord, if we die, we belong to the Lord" So, alive or dead, we belong to the Lord.

Your Loving son , Marts, Marts.

My dear grandfather,
  Gone so soon, though lived a meaningful and long life. Growing up, I was always with my grandfather. There are so many memories that till today, I still remember. “Pa” like we always called him was such a happy person. Every time I would see him, he never lacked a smile on his face. He was always laughing, smiling, and singing, especially one of my favorite songs as kid, “John crow kanwa” My grandfathers favorite breakfast was oatmeal. I remember the days I used to go to his room and say “PA come and eat,” and he’d take his time to prepare himself and come up. I knew he also never ate with his hands, so anytime I’d give him food, I would know to give him his cutlery’s. Pa called me his technician. If he was having issues with his tv, he knew exactly who to call to help him because he knew I was capable, same goes for when he wanted to make phone calls. He never failed to thank me a million times, over and over again for anything I did for him. One of his main focuses was education. If nothing else, have your education. He never failed to remind me to go to school, work hard, and be successful. Although all we have are memories today, I can never forget all the good times (because I’ve never experienced bad times), that I had with my grandfather. Pa, you will always be loved and remembered by me till we meet again.

Your Technician, Fri

So, I come here to talk about my uncle, my Pa. Well, in today's jargon what you want to know who he actually was and is then here he is.

The Engineer, he seeks solutions to problems in the most creative ways, you never met Pa with a problem and went away without a solution at hand or a way forward. Never.

Solutions Architect, Pa knew where all resources were and which ones to use when needed.

Architect, Pa designed a very resilient family through love, hard work, integrity, humility and I can keep going.

Developer, Pa thought creatively and put in place systems and processes that worked well beyond expectations, relying on his most trusted support base.

Project Manager, Pa knew who to trust on what and how to get results from them. He made sure to put you in a position to be successful.

Change Agent, Pa was that special teacher who believed in capacity building, making agile changes to improve, celebrating every milestone> Strong faith and took failure as a learning opportunity and motivation to work even harder. Never a showstopper in his world.

Content Creator, Pa sings through everything, tells stories, writes and expresses satisfaction as well as challenges with an infectious outburst of laughter.

Inspirational, Pa is well known as the happy man.

Transformational, Pa has never stopped building, and transforming old items and ideas to meet his current reality.

Techpreneur, Pa is a Technician from Ombe, but was so Entrepreneural and new how to build an economy which until today still stands, the test of times.

Well, I can keep going but let's leave it at that. Or better still think of anything that makes sense you will see how well Pa fits the narrative. Pa you too much, PERIODTTT
I Duff Off My Hat to You Pa
Well Deserve Rest Great Man

Such beautiful memories he left me with. I remember his contagious laughter and spontaneous love!

This bursts of excitement accompanied by an unexpected sense of humor. That permanent grin that welcomes you as you walk through the door, meeting face to face with happiness, and a sweet cup of sugary soda would ensue to spice the moments!

Ah, my uncle…I can only own memories and good fond memories of you…every thing else is futile.

I am grateful for all the memories my uncle and mother left me with; a legacy of the true understanding and meaning of family and selflessness … there was my mother and there was my mother’s brother, a beautiful extension of my mother!!!

I am not distraught, I refuse to give in to grief’s temptation, for no amount of sadness compares to the beauty of the celebration of life my uncle represented with his everyday work and dedication to his own.

I refuse to let death triumph over such beautiful legacy he made possible. Instead, I look forward with hope,
Hope that I may have learned from him to replicate this selfless legacy bestowed upon my family by my now ancestors.

I could write everyday about you, my uncle, about the memories you have left behind and your contagious happiness and joy of living a life of happiness and achievement.

I choose to stay positive and rather write about you in all the ways possible, you are worthy of every celebration.

You, an architect, a visionary, a team leader and supporter who together with your siblings masterminded and took your entire families out of poverty through your entrepreneurial efforts and selfless dedication to humanity!

Your heightened sense of duty and dedication to what is possible is what I would stay with. Your leg of the relay race I’d say, you anchored in style - hopefully we’d be able to preserve the lead you and mum secured!

Respect!!!!!