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Dolly Lambe Another Holiday Season without you - Letter to Mom January 11, 2017
 
Mom,
I did not think I would be able to live through another HOLIDAYS Season without you. But GOD so kind and pure, so true and merciful has continue to give me the grace and strength to live each day and more so during the HOLIDAYS. Every holiday season and every significant date of celebration in my life and the familiy's life, I expect the phone to ring to hear your voice. Unfortunately, it stays mute. And even when it rings and it is not your voice, it still seems mute in my ears. I miss your singing, your encouragement, your counsel and advice, your lessons and your reassurances. I miss your laughter and YES your complaints too...hahaha. If only I had just one more day to hear your voice, Oh MOM, I will give the world for that opportunity.

Dad is okay. He is hanging in there... that is now is common phrase. Many of his close friends have also gone up yonda. Many family members and friends as well. I only hope you are all up there rejoicing and giving praise to our LORD and Father, our GOD and Savior in whose Kingdom you now reside.

Sometimes when I think of some of the things you did, I shake my head in awe of your stamina and witt, your grace and humility, your love for people and extending a hand, and above all your love for your family. Sometimes I wish you were still here to hear my complaints and give me counsel especially with your grandsons. They can be a handful at times in their typical "boys mischiefs", but I can only give them what I know to give, which is LOVE... 'cause that is what you gave me and Nato, though none of us were "handfuls" to you and Dad...hahaha. Interceed for them to quickly outgrow their "handful" ways as well as for us all.

Nato is growing up just like you would have love to see her grow and I know you are just as proud of her as we all are. Please, whisper her name in our FATHER's ears to bless her as well as your grandsons. She is well on her way towards accomplishing her dreams from when she was a child. We pray that her path is paved with gold and that she successfully navigates through any huddles life might throw her way.

I miss you terrible Mom but I am so lucky to have had one of the BEST moms anyone could have asked for. I know if I look deep down inside, I can see and hear you. I do this often than you might think!!! But sometimes, I just want to physically touch, feel and hold you. It is hard for me to visit this page often because it brings back so many memories. But I will try to be a bit regular moving forward. This is my letter to you this night and I await your reply, in my heart.

Love you and miss you much, Mom!!! 
lucie.sauriol@international.gc.ca Rachel November 15, 2013
 
Is this the Rachel and Bob which were in Canada around late 80s, Bob was with the Cameroon Embassy.

Rachel and I met at school. We took a computer programming course together and had way too much fun. She was such a good cook, I had never had curry before. Fanny was with them. 

My sincerest condolences to the family and friends.  
Harry Mbella Mokeba My Mola's Wife August 27, 2013
 
Auntie Rachel : From the shores of the littoral to a seat in the National Assembly- A valian trajectory! 

Whem her whole life is pieced together it reflects a corageously-traveled path.

    She was born in Congo Brattaville on May 20th (of all days) then returned home to Douala for school before coming to Saker Baptist College. Then she brought order and stability to Mola Bob's bachelor life to seal the Sasse- Saker comanatic cord. She married into the Lyonga family and maintained a commanding air of authority without being intrusive. Her work in SNEC and subsequent academic pursuits in Washington D.C. and Canada only go to emphasize the drive and determination that guided her road to success. Back in Cameroon, she delved into organization and leadership roles in the CWF and the CPDM. By the time she was called up yonder, she was running for re-election as Parliamentarian for Fako East.


     Hers was a road less-traveled. Not everyone brings so much challenge to the table, face them relentlessly and successfully and keep figting to the bitter end. But it was a life so short. She clearnly had much more to offer but the good Lord made his call on AUgust 11th. In my dream, that same night before the news came of her death, she had put on her pyjamas and asked us to leave the room because she was falling asleep. The next morning in my church the sermon was on ! Thess. 4:13-18. I failed to connect the dream and the sermond appropriately until Dolly called after I reached home from church to say "Mommy died!"

    May she sleep in perfect peace after a life-path of symbolism, activism and character.

Harry Mbella Mokeba, Ph.D
She always called me "Mbe" 
Elizabeth Mbacham Ajanoh Tributes to a sweet mother August 19, 2013
 
Mummy the Mummy, You were a mother with a kind heart ,generous, compassionate,Loving, humble,friendly to all both high and low. Knowing you for 20years and being your hair dresser for 16years l have thousands of memories
Memories of all the laugthers,happy and sad times.Oh mummy my hands are trembling,this is a hard pill to swallow considering the fact that the last thing you told me is that you are coming to the USA and that you will stay some days with me.
Well,l know that those who are special never go away. They walk beside us everyday-unseen,unheard,still near, still special, still missed and still very dear.

 l also know that life is fading away like the stars in the morning;
Losing their light in the glorious sun. Thus would we pass from the earth and it's toiling.
Only remembered by what we have done

Shall we be missed though by other succeeded. Reaping the feilds we in springtime have sown. No,for the sowers may pass from their labors.
Only remembered by what we have done.

Only the truth that in life we have spoken. Only the seed that on earth we have sown
These shall pass onward when we are forgotten. Fruits of the harvest and what we have done.

     Only remembered, Only remembered, Only remembered by what we have done
Thus would we pass from the earth and it's toiling
Only remembered by what we have done.

Mummy the Mummy l will not hear you calling me mami Eli again. My prayer is that GOD should grant you eternal rest and May HIS perpetual light shine on you.We shall meet in Heaven.
        Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
Shelly Mo-Lambe An Iroko tree has fallen (by Shelly Mo-Lambe) August 15, 2013
 
                                   An Iroko Tree Has Fallen

        Her seed sailed to the equatorial Forest of Congo Brazzaville
                 It was planted by both Felix and Martha
                 Transplanted to the creeks of Douala where it grew
                 It blossomed in the equatorial forest of Cameroon
        It stood out amongst other tree because she is an Iroko Tree

       The gates of Saker Baptist College opened for an Iroko Tree
              It was transported to the hills of Saker Baptist College
       Planted by Baptist Missionaries who knew what Cultivation was
       It blossomed and grew tall because Iroko trees can only be tall
       It stood out amongst other trees on the hills of Saker Baptist College

            There came a landslide at the hills of Saker Baptist College
       A Boma Tree above the Saker Hills collided with an Iroko Tree
     The Iroko Tree shook feverously and its only fruit fell off its branch
     That fruit was sought for by all the farmers around Liengu-Mboke
    Both Iroko and Boma Trees blossomed amongst other trees in the forest

       The aroma of their fruit was such that every farmer wanted to own
   But the winds from the ocean blew it under the canopy of the Iroko Tree
     Both trees covered, sheltered, watered, nurtured, and raised the fruit
    farmers could only stand and watch 'cause no other tree looked as such
   Both Iroko and Boma trees with their fruit blossomed amongst other trees

     Standing out amongst other trees with their fruit was noticeable by many
     By a decree both trees and their fruit were transplanted it North America 
     As the temperate forest of North America does not favor equatorial trees
              Both trees got transplanted back to their land of origin
  But the fruit blossomed in the temperate climate and was left behind to grow

      The Iroko Tree still stood out amongst other trees that she had left behind
  Both trees got a bay tree and taught her how to grow and get as tall as them
           As much as their DNA was not like that of the Iroko Tree
        Fertilizers and good climate made the baby tree to grow beautifully
    But the Iroko Tree still blossomed and stood out amongst the other trees

               The rains of the land kept falling for days on end
      The grounds were eroded with streams of water running down the hills
   The roots of this mighty Iroko Tree were exposed to the worldliness of earth
    It still blossomed as she stood tall amongst other trees with exposed roots
             .......and without any cause of hers this Iroko tree fell

                As the forest shook and other trees are in bewilderment
         As the Iroko Tree lay helplessly on the ground and on lookers looked on
                we can hear the whispers as every tree is saying
                               An Iroko Tree has fallen
                               An Iroko tree Has fallen
                               An Iroko tree has fallen

                               Aunty Yondo Swe'le'le

Composed by
Shelly Mo-Lambe
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