ANNE MOJOKO MUSONGE

          From "Us" To You. 
        On   Remembrance day

When I heard you were ill, I invoked the Lord for your rapid recovery, but it has pleased Him to call you home. I don’t weep because you died. I grieve for that beautiful smile and gentle voice which made you unique. Your faith in Christ will lead you home where, on the resurrection morning we will meet all true lovers of Christ and sing the thunderous hallelujah chorus. 

So long! 

Mary KAMARA 

The last time we spoke you were so hopeful and optimistic. You proclaimed that our God was still in control, that you were getting better and soon you would be home. You strengthened and encouraged me during that call. We both talked about what a wonderful job Tabe and Etonde were doing to make your stay comfortable, what a blessing to have children like those two. The plan was for "Grand Pa" Mafany to bring you home. Now I know the "home" you were talking about was to be by your Lord Jesus. You called it "The Jesus is Lord" residence. Not the one up the hills in Bokova, but the one up above in heaven.

My monya,
I'm going to miss you so dearly. I don't know where to begin. I guess you prepared me these last two years. You were such a wonderful example to our children, such a fervent believer in the Lord. You served Him well here on this side. Our loss is His gain. That's the way it ought to be. Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. Ps 116:15
So, Grand Pa Mafany and I will continue pressing on, on this side. Say hello to my dear Victor for me. We will all meet again soon. I wish you perfect rest with our Lord and Saviour.
Sleep in Peace, gentle soul.
Your in-law,
Mrs. Margaret Abunaw Tarkang

All night Thursday and all day Friday I tried to figure out what to say to Uncle MAFANY. I couldn’t fathom what to say. After these many days, we can only say this: 

Your troubles of the recent past culminating in this seemingly unbearable scenario are not the end. God will heal the gaping wound that is in all our hearts. 

After the wilderness of pain and sickness and death, there is a Canaan waiting for Aunty MOJOKO. The land of blessings has become her inheritance. 

May she rise in glory to spend eternity praising our awesome God. 

Daniel and Eyere TAKOR

Grand mom,

Thank you for being a praying, loving, and caring Mbamba. You would always cheer us, be our greatest fan with everything we did – especially when we had our dancing and singing shows in the living room in Bowie. We always prayed that God will make you better and although we will miss seeing you and your “ele’s” we know you’re now healed and in a better place. We love you so much and are thankful for the time we had together especially the last 2 years. We now have a special angel looking over us and her name is MBAMBA!

We love you so much,

Me mbamba -

 Namisse, Malea and Seysa