Daddy was always smiling each time i called him i still hear him smiling over the phone and saying Bi has many friends that he can not keep up so we are all his daugthers. Good bye
Papa, What a Christmas Gift for us !! My heart bleeds for your loss, but because this family is a God fearing one, thus so were you, i have to keep hope alive, because it is our hope in the Good Lord that will keep us through this ordeal. I remember my first week of school in Small Mankon when you bought your first car and came to ask for the blessing of Tah Nfah. You spent about a week or two with us dropping and picking us from school everyday, making my transition from PS Azire a piece of cake, because when i got scared of leaving for school the next day, i remember the ride with you and i was ok.
When BJ was born, i remember how enthralled you were with the baby, you carried her all the time when you came by to show the baby to Tah Nfah.
When you were Principal in GBSS Bamenda (GBHS), i was running the off licence at the hospital round about during holidays, and there were a stream of people "hunting" for you with stuff to give admission, i had to assist with your escape without them noticing that you left. When i took a parcel one time and kept for you, i regretted it because you told me very sternly to find him and return it, and i could not even remember the person and the gift stayed on a visible spot on the counter for over a month and one man came to the store and said "you didn't give principal the parcel and my child got the admission?" pointing to the parcel, that's how it was returned and i was saved. The memories are many and they all have lessons for me to learn from, i guess that's all i have now, memories, memories no Pa Joe to walk down this lane with. Rest In Peace, greet Tah, auntie and Tah Langa for me.
PA was not only an uncle to me, but a dad n a personal friend.How he use to call me "teacher simon";;how is douala?how is the family?how is work?come let me show u my farm;i just planted;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;an the story goes on and on;;;how he use to teach me driving in the same car he died in.
still remember the last call he made to me asking of our plans for the coming year;;little did we know that God was planning something else.always have a shiver running down my spine when i think i will not see mamas whiteman bother again.
All of us will remember you for you sense of humour,concern,sharing,education and the love for family.a great educator, mentor,father,and a friend;;;
MAY YOUR SOUL REST IN PEACE
Tah Mungwa was my uncle, big brother, mentor, friend and close confident. He thought me to play scrabble during my many vacations with him when I was in secondary school. I found a way to beat him at the game by studying and memorizing the words starting with Q, X and Y in the dictionary while he was at work. When I let him on my scheme he was not mad. He sharpened his competitive edges and found a way keep the upperhand. He had the advantage of being a biology and chemistry lecturer with a good grounding in latin. Tah Mungwa loved the competition I presented briefly.
Words cannot even begin to express how I miss him already. It is God's will. Rest in peace Tah Mungwa. Till we meet again.
