And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Revelation 21:4
  • 61 years old
  • Born on September 11, 1956 in Mbengwi, North West, Cameroon.
  • Passed away on February 23, 2018 in Bamenda, North West, Cameroon.

This memorial website has been created in honor of our beloved husband, father, grand father, mentor, godfather, guadian, teacher, adviser, principal, director, etc. - Tah Protus. He will forever remain in our hearts.

Dear family and friends of Mr. Tah Protus, you have written many wonderful words on Facebook, Whatsapp, etc. about this great man, whom God called home. Those great words will be more preserved in one place on this website in his honor. Please, feel free to post your words of sympathy, encouragement, prayers, tributes and stories about the fallen literary baobab, Mr. Tah Protus, here on this website.

Just scroll to the bottom to light a candle, lay folowers, leave a note, or go to the Story page, to enter your story for this fallen literary Guru. Thank you. God bless you. 

                         

           FUNERAL PROGRAM

THURSDAY 22nd March 2018

 4:00pm:  Wake keep without corpse at Family Residence, behind former   

                 Bamenda II Council, Ngomgham.

 FRIDAY 23rd March 2018

 10:00am:   Removal of mortal remains from Bamenda Regional Hospital 

                    Mortuary & laying in state at Family Residence, Ngomgham

2:00pm:     Requiem Mass at Catholic Church Ngomgham.

4:00pm:     Departure for Mbengwi

                   Wake keeping without corpse at the Tahs Benjoh compound


SATURDAY 24th March 2018 

 7:00am:    Removal of corpse from Mbengwi Mortuary & laying in state at  

                    Family Residence Njindom

11:00am:   Requiem Mass at Catholic Church Njindom.

12:30pm:   Eulogies, last respects and burial.

1:30pm:    Resfreshments and traditional dances

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My Journey Ends Here
My dear Brethrens,

Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow,
But remember me in every tomorrow.
Remember the joy, the laughter, the smiles,
I’ve only gone to rest a little while.

Although my leaving causes pain and grief,
my going has eased my hurt,
and given me relief.

So dry your eyes and remember me,
not as I am now, but as I used to be.
Because, I will remember you all,
and look on with a smile.
Understand in your hearts,
I’ve only gone to rest a little while.

As long as I have the love of each of you,
I can live my life in the hearts of all of you.
Be strong and smile, for you will see me in a while....

ADIEU For Now.

Posted by Elizo Enci on 11th September 2018
Hello Daddy-Prof, Per the books, today is your birthday. I am therefore sending across my best birthday wishes to the best Godfather I know. You may not be here now, but you are forever in my heart. It hurts me to think that you are no longer with us. Although I cannot help but smile with tears, thinking of the great meaning to every moment we had together while you were full of life. Only that everything just gets different each day as we all struggle to adjust to your leaving us so soon. This envelope in which I seal these birthday wishes for you is filled with great love and respect, with hope that it reaches you in heaven. Death may have succeeded to take you away from us, but in actual fact, it has only succeeded to bring us closer. A blissful birthday in the bosom of the Lord, is all I wish for you, my darling Godfather, Mr. Tah Protus. Rest in Perfect Peace.
Posted by Elizo Enci on 26th April 2018
My dear Godfather, I light this candle in remembrance of who you were and what you stood for. Today makes one month since you were laid to rest. Yes, we can't have our old days back when we were all together. Our thoughts will always be with you. Though you are gone from this life, the people who loved you dearly will always think of you. You maybe gone but we believe that you have not gone away, for I still have this strong feeling that I will meet you soon. When someone as dear as you, becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure. Thank you for loving and sharing, for giving and for caring. God bless you and keep you, until we meet again. Rest in perfect peace.
Posted by Julius Mfone on 9th April 2018
When Does A Man live forever? When the harvest season is over And the remains in the farm are fit to feed a family Then the farmers name is remembered. When the next planting season ends And the immortal seed is just along root Then a man's live is long who nutured that seed When a stream of academia Brave the angry looks of the military Cross curfewed streams and barriers And all roads that 23rd of March Lead down to little known. Jindom It was not to see a man burried It was to see good life immortalised When smiles were embellished with streams from our eyes Why? The tears only cleaned our eyes! Then we saw a man rise above men And take his throne in the throne room There he dwells forever? What of the planting? Why? An immortal seed is planted else it has no use He will grow He will live forever That is how a man lives for ever The escape was from our sight His dwelling in our memories For such memories he crafted And chisselled every moment in our hearts And there they rest forever As he Lord of sweet talks and crackling joy Now reigns over these memories That is how a man lives forever
Posted by Julius Mfone on 23rd March 2018
Ah, father! We gather at the village square for the dance But hear you took the drum away Oursong has turned to sighs Our dance steps to stumbling! Our cheeks are furrowed and eroded By the flood streaming from our sockets Strangers visit the chicken coop And carry hens with their unhatched eggs The cocks can't crow the alarm For they too lost their voices I sighs I see toddlers call themselves elders now And go to test green corn Cobs Love g before the harvest season is near I see the latch to the gate hanging asceew Because even your hammer I cannot find The goat you gave me to tether Just gave birth to triplets To whom shall I run with the news? To whom shall tell of how agile the kids are? Now the toddler elders meet at your Mban They try to pour the libations But the words are all wrong And the gods don't listen. I hear a rumour That you are with them And have taught them new things That you are now with the gods That you are now god If this be true Then tell them Tell Bole Tell Bate Tell Shakespeare Tell Milton Tell Sophocles That you gods ha e wrong us. Did we not offer our libations As dutiful descendants? Did we not give due adorations? Tell the God's, we still don't question, you gods But our sorrows make us Refuse their decision. For, Father, you left at the wrongest time The tilled farm lies brown and fresh and unseeded And they tell me "accept the will of the gods"? Ha, Father, I refuse to accept the will of the gods I prefer.to bear only this pain Because you left at the wrongest time On the wrongest day In the wrongest season In the wrongy year! So I will disgree with the gods I will disagree with reason And mourn forever Because I Know but refuse to accept You are gone forever
Posted by Peter Suh-Nfor TANGYIE on 22nd March 2018
Life at best, they say, is very brief, like the falling of a leaf. How indeed enigmatic is this thing called death. I first met you on the pages of The Mould. A few years later I joined you in the chalk and board profession. Then our writing and acting talents clicked and before long, Tah and Tangyie became study aid titles. I just had a glance of your undefended Ph.D thesis and behold, what goose pimples! You're gone too soon, big brother. March on to victory for you are more than conquerous! Good old Ngangnetong!!
Posted by Amungwa Athanasius Nche on 20th March 2018
MY GREAT MENTOR, Great loss for me to hear you have passed on, however to greater glory. When I remember your writings, they will always stimutate, and they stimulated me, to put my nose to my pen and my face on my scroll and tr out my own wrtie-ups. I remember vividly your roles when our Palace Productions Association was booming in the late eightiws. Now in our circle in the Anglophone Cameroon Writers Association, your vibrant corner will go dormant, meaning we miss you dearly. My Brother, you live!! you live!! you live!! for living is not only physical; it is metaphysical, cosmic, spiritual and that which we also cannot understand. As you have said, you live still. I can only now say in a LOUD VOICE, lead the light on Great Writer as we wade behind you, very sure to reach where you are now. ADIEU GREAT WRITER and GREAT FRIEND.
Posted by Rev.Cyprian Uche Idoko on 19th March 2018
TRIBUTE TO BELOVED TAH PROTUS The Scripture offers us the assurance of Faith, hope and consolation, that Christ, the hope of all who have faith, calls those who leave this world, not the dead but those who are asleep. “He says, Lazarus, our friend is asleep. Though Jesus put it plainly. Lazarus is dead. Martha said to Jesus, ‘if you had been here, my brother would not have died. But I know that, even now whatever you ask of God. He will grant you. “Your brother, said Jesus to her, will rise again. “Martha said, ‘ I known he will rise again at the resurrection on the last day”, Jesus said: I am the resuration. If anyone believes in me, even though is dies he will live, and whoever believe and believes in me will never dies. Do you believe this?.Lk.11:11-26). Yes, we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and that it will be the same for those who died in Jesus; God will bring them with him. 1 These.4:14). Faith makes us taste in advance the light of the beatific vision, the goal of our journey here below. Then we shall see God “face to face” as he is. So faith is the beginning of eternal life.(CCC 163) Beloved Tah Protus, these Hope has been our aims and objectives of joining the Maryvale Institute: High Institute of Religious Science, for formation of a solid foundation in Catholic faith; personal growth in faith and Spiritual life, prayer and Catechesis. You have been a good formator,a teacher and a humble devout servant and outstanding messenger of the faith in action. We love you and miss you. Death is an inevitable disease that cannot be healed but leads us to the glorious transition of our home land. And that is the reason we must say with Job: The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away, Blessed be the name of the Lord. Farewell !! Protus. Eternal rest grant to him o Lord and let the perpetual light shine on upon him (3*) Rev. Br. Cyprian Uche Idoko. On behalf of St. Luke 14 Batch: Maryvale Institute of the Archdiocese of Bamenda. 22And March 2018
Posted by Acha Daniel Aghem on 16th March 2018
My dear friend and brother, I came in contact with your books even before I knew you in person. When I knew you, I discovered that we had many things in common. Like you, I was born in 1956,you in September and I in January. Like you I was orphaned at an early age, you your mom and I,my dad. Like you, I served in Andek, you the Principal and I the Vice Principal. We became friends which is often unusual. You trained me to be the successful Principal that I became. We shared a lot of humour especially because as students of Letters we took a lot of interest in words and expressions in English and French. When I travelled abroad you passed often to check on my family. When I returned you drove down to Douala to pick me up. We kept in touch on a regular basis and then you became sick. What happened? It is normal to be sick, it is also normal to die. My worry is the timing. As retired people we planned to travel and discover other places and enjoy the freedom that accompanies the end of our career, but God planned things differently. I miss you and I am sure you miss me too. You impacted very many lives in Cameroon and beyond. Your name was a household name and many students used to ask, "have you seen my Tah Protus? " when referring to one or the other of your books. You worked so hard that you did not even have time to socialize. You were able to combine School Administration, farming, producing school magazines, writing books for slow learners and for the Cameroon GCE program, and still found time to work for a Masters and a PHD. That was really over bearing but you left a legacy that in modern times and for long will be unrivalled. You are dead, I am still to die,so what's the difference if you leave on Monday and I on Friday? You are having a perfect rest since February 23rd but many times I do not have enough sleep. I still need to work and eat in order to live. Since we are still friends, reserve a good seat for me or is it a bench or a bed? I shall discover when I join you. That is what gives me courage and hope. Adieu dear friend and brother. Acha Aghem Daniel
Posted by Tifuh Estelle on 15th March 2018
Hey daddy My heart is hurting can't still believe. Didn't even see you go. You that used to comfort me by your simple presence. I remember you at my fathers burial... You didn't have to say a word just your presence made me know I had to wipe my tears cos I had another dad. Now that you too are gone. Gone without seeing your namesake. You said you wanted to recover before meeting him... Oh daddy. Where are you??? God knows best. Rest well daddy. Now you feel no more pain, nor sorrow. You will remain forever in our hearts daddy. Love you forever
Posted by Elizo Enci on 15th March 2018
Recollection by Tah Protus One thing I know will be true is that after I die, my spirit shall be able to see all who know about my death and come or do not come to my funeral. I shall see with pity those who shall be lamenting for sincerely missing me. I shall see those who celebrate that at last their rival is gone. I shall see my debtors or creditors celebrating or regretting my demise. My spirit shall be able hear all that these people say about me. My spirit shall be able to know all that goes on in people’s minds while they are around me or away from me. In all this I shall judge no one for I shall not have the power to, having returned, I pray, to my creator’s bosom.
Posted by Angu Bernard on 13th March 2018
Its really feels like an "Ordeal Of The Eighth Day" You were not only my teacher, my mentor, and my inspiration as a stage actor, but above all you were my friend. 2 Timothy 4:7-8 7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 8 Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. Adios ---FARE WELL,
Posted by Jules Fonane KEMBAN on 8th March 2018
My dear uncle, thank you for being a brilliant artist, a smart writer, an excellent teacher and a wonderful father. How you influenced the academic success of many of us is extraordinary. You leave us with so much to reflect about but we thank God for the time you spent with us. Travel well and extend our regards especially to Grand Frere and Lolo! Adios "Don't spend your life dealing with issues which are irrelevant and unimportant. Stop making life unnecessarily complicated ... the time to go home is always around the corner..." unknown
Posted by Mirabel Nguti on 5th March 2018
The sun has set, but there's still hope for another new day. Goodbye!! Goodbye Daddy!!. You've gone to rest in the blossom of the Lord, but from the East to the West, from the North to the South the stars are dancing because you will live forever. An Oracle of Success, a mighty wing of knowledge and of supernatural wisdom, you still live. You live in every print you've dropped on a sheet of paper, you live in books and in literature. You will live forever in our smiles, laughter and in our success. You will live each time we pass an examination, get a promotion, learn a new word and write a beautiful story. You will live forever. Rest well!! Rest well Daddy!! . Rest in Perfect Peace
Posted by Vanessa Ageh on 5th March 2018
Its so Sad to talk about you in past tense. I never loved litreature bc it was so broad but i came to know you because you made it so easy for people like us. All the summaries you made and simplified tenses used made me excell. You are gone but you leave a mark I life hearts. Love you Sir but God loves you more.
Posted by Ngum Shella on 5th March 2018
Words alone can't explain how I feel inside, you were my teacher, principal, mentor, adviser, rebucker, my supervisor.you were a filmmaker,(Beyond Repair) After shooting( Beyond Repair ), you've gone beyond repair, beyond the rivers, seas and oceans, beyond the stars the moon and the sky, you broke the triangular relationship between man. Nature and God and you're sited among the Angel of God. You've left this world of pains, agorny, corruption, jeloursy, hâte to thé world void of these ills. Daddy we deeply miss you. Who will write and tell us short stories about the falk tail, "The Cat and the Rat," "It's Right Here" "Akwi and Bih"etc. However works and Memories still live in us. You're were a home builders, a career builder a Nation builder. You didn't give people fish but rather taught them how to cash it. You pushed people to the top via hard work. You were multi-talented with a great sense of humour.you made me who I am today through hard work and advices. Once again thank you Daddy. I will not say RIP because I know you're only sleeping. We love you dearly.
Posted by Awaoma Abiambi on 4th March 2018
Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure, you are loved beyond words and missed beyond . In life we know that none of us will live forever. Someday our loved ones & friends will pass. No matter how hard we may try, it is never easy to say goodbye. In heaven you are looking down on all of us, keeping us safe and guiding us through life, we will always miss you. Because someone we love is in heaven...we feel a bit of heaven in our home. Rest In Peace Daddy.
Posted by Aminou Rempopo on 4th March 2018
You've earned your place in heaven, After all that you've been through I wish I could have helped you But there was nothing I could do Peacefully sleeping now out of pain. No one will wake you up to suffer again.
Posted by Elizo Enci on 2nd March 2018
Alhadji, You and I will meet again when we’re least expecting it. One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face. I won’t say goodbye Daddy, for you and I will meet again. Life and destiny can steal my best people away from me but nothing can take away the precious memories. Let me try to make this easier than saying goodbye Alhadji, HELLO in advance, as I await our next meeting. Journey well.

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