Peter Ayuk Ako-Ebot

Dear Dad,
You were a good father, a leader by example, a disciplinarian, a fountain of knowledge - to not only your children and relatives, but to everyone whose path crossed with yours. You never failed to give academic, moral, financial and spiritual support to those who knew you. Dear dad, you are our pillar supporting our family and households. Dad you always made time for us and were a good listener to all our problems. Academically you made sure our needs were met. Muyeh, as we commonly called you, (dad), you were a man of values, a man of his words, a selfless person, a counselor and a teacher. I remember the wonderful Christmas 2011 we shared together in Atlanta GA. as a family. I did not see your departing any time soon. It is hard to say farewell. God who loves you so much, wraped his precious arms around you and put you to a deep sleep at 5:43a.m. Saturday, February 4, 2012. I know you are with the Lord, where there is no pain, no stress, no discomfort. Remember, we love you but God Almighty loves you best.
My loving dad,
God saw you getting tired,
So he put his arms around you
And whispered "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer.
And saw you fade away.
Although we love you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Working hands were put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best!
Farewell Muyeh, till we meet again. R.I.P
~Besong, your loving daughter, Omusen, as you commonly called me~

Pa Ako-Ebot unfortunately l never came to know you in person in this world but as the apostle Paul assured the Thessalonians, "The dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord"(1 Thess. 4:16-17). Rest in Peace dear Pa Ako-Ebot, and may your loving wife and the rest of the family find comfort in the Lord knowing they will "see you later." Greetings to my Dad (your friend) Pa Enow who left us exactly a year before you. Mayong on behalf of the Buecker Family (Germany)

Dear son if only words can discribe the way i feel about your departure, it is a very painful one, it is one that can never be filled by anyboby else. your mother yern for your voice, the comforting voice when ever i call you will say "my mami how are you", that voice that is always there to give me advice when i run out of my options, that voice that will tell me to stop when i am not doing the right thing. son i never knew that this day will come, i never know that you will depart so soon without even giving me time to say thank you. To thank you for raising me and my son you were such a wounderful dad and grandpa, to thank you for being a role model, for teaching us how to fall and get up in life. Every moment that i think of you my whole day is full of tears that is the only consolation that i have. I wish this was a dream that will never come through. I cherished every moment that we spend together, i wish we could have had more time but too bad for me that the journey was a very short one. son i wish you a smooth transition as you depart from this sinful world. I love you soo much son. I will always remember the nick name" turumama" kerenge

May you have eternal rest and may God give your love ones the strength to bear your transition.So long Pa.

Nkwane, so this is the end of the journey? I remember I came in on Monday morning and we chated like always. I took a couple of snapshots of you. In one of them, I asked you to give me your best smile and you did. You looked at it and told me, "Nkwane, this is a great picture", and I concored. Hardly did I know that will be the best of you at the zero hour! Yes, by Saturday morning, hardly five days apart, Agbor called me by 6 AM or thereabouts, to say you have transitioned. Just like that! Well, until my number comes to the front of the sellecting team, I will continue to keep those memories: is it at Ntenesa, in the foodshade, sitting in front of BB Fotaw or M.E. Enow, watching every move of his against taking a deep of red ink on our sparkling white uniforms? The bathing or fishing sessions on the Bakarem stream or the settling of scores on the way home after school? Yes, we did them all and all that seem but yesterday today that I am bidding you bye-bye. Greet Pa Assam, BB Fortaw, M.E. Enow. Tell them it is getting worst here, that that profession they cherished and passed over to us has become a funny one. That even though bitter leaves aren't any more the mainstay, teachers aren't as happy now as they were. Tell Enow Ferdinand, Ebot Lambert, Oben Green, Agnes Arrey, Hans Ako Takang and the rest of them that have gone before, that the fight for survival isn't getting any easier here. While we did survive with FSLC, today, PHD roams the street in Cameroon!

Nkwane, my heart is heavy, my eyes are full. Farewell. We will surely meet again to part no more.

Sessekou Arrey-Mbi Sammy