"Mohnié! Meh nke serey wa sey." Mohnié, this used to be our little jock referring to the stories we had to share. Words can't explain how saddened I am, my brother. We went a long way my brother and from day one all we did was fight, fighting to achieve our goals...One thing I know is that you opted for a positive battle and you gave others the strength that they needed to face day to day problems. So, I look at you my brother and I am proud! After so many battles faced, some lost and others victorious, I find you a winner. R.I.P my brother, I will miss you.

«Pierro », where do I start ? I can’t believe I will now have to talk about you in the past. Only a few weeks ago I helped you execute your plan to give my boys and my wife a surprise visit in Yaounde.  A whole week of re-connection, projects, family and all… we spoke at length. But as you know we didn’t have time to catch up on everything …yes but we did share a couple of beers. I remember vividly the excitement your arrival caused as everyone was pleased to see      “ Uncle Pierro”. Did you just come to say goodbye….thanks for the honour, but no thanks!!

Destiny seemed to have linked us always: as children growing up in PWD Flats Bota and attending the same school, then as young adults starting off life professionally in my little studio at Tamtam.   Your timely presence in Bamenda when my wife was expecting our first son. Peter you were a true friend, sincere, humble and serviceable. You were a dedicated professional, but luck was not always on your side - You know how much we tried.

We talked on Sunday followings my short visit to Limbe and you texted on Monday to be sure I had arrived safely in Yaounde. I knew you had taken ill and promised to wire you something….it could have been anything. But I wanted it to be significant “support” then You left on Thursday Peter. You should have allowed me to fulfil that one promise. You had always been a fighter: I could never had imagine that a few days illness would sweep you off for good.

As I write these words, I can’t control my tears. I don’t know what to tell my sons who are waiting for your next visit this month of May, what do I tell our friends, what do I tell Desmond and his mom whom you always fondly talked to on whatsapp, what happened to all the plans and projects. Peter, you were a kindhearted, honest and selfless person, and You deserved to enjoy all the good things this life has to offer. God knows best...

Pierro you don take right!!! Fare thee well brother, and if truly we shall meet again know I will still be your friend. 

O Death where is thy sting?, O grave where is thy victory. Yes, I choose to begin this way because I know that since my Redeemer liveth and again upon the earth He shall stand so will you Peter, hence you are asleep in Jesus, Blessed sleep. Now, back to your sudden disappearance. Why did you have to wait for us to come and spend a week with you before all this?. Sincerely you owe us Ni Roland's family an explanation. I hope we'll be able to talk it over in the by and by. I hope when we ask our Savior the reason He will tell us why in the sweet by and by. What also happened to all the plans regarding your son?, we had quite some constructive talk for the very first time. The music you played, your hospitality, the picture/ video session. What a way to say good bye, I must say in grand style Bro. Go well Peter, rest on Big Bro( the most jovial), we have the relay baton and we are continuing the race. We will build a stronger family since you have decided that we come together. Adieu Pierro

                                         Your Lil Bro. Betrand 

                                          Tembi Focho