ANNE MOJOKO MUSONGE

POEM OF LIFE (author unknown).

In Memory of Auntie Ann MUSONGE née MBONGO

Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord.

Rest in peace Auntie MOJOKO

FROM ETHEL JOFFI EWUSI MBONGO

Tribute to a Great Lady: Auntie Ann MOJOKO MUSONGE - Born MBONGO.

We are all grieving today, for we all have lost a great lady. Aunty Mojoko was a special lady; she believed in the essence of duty, style and beauty. I lived with her throughout my school years in ENAM; she was a mother, disciplinarian, a counselor, a very frank lady and a fervent Christian. She was always ready to do anything within her power to lend a helping hand to others if she could and will tell one frankly that she could not help one when she really possibly couldn’t, but she will always tell one to go back, pray hard and ask God to intervene. She will correct every single mistake one did for everything one had to do under her supervision, I even remember she used to send corrections to CRTV radio in Buea for every mistake in English language that was made by journalists while at work as assistant provincial delegate for national education in the early 90s.

 I always had short talks with her and even if I fine-tuned whatever I wanted to say or ask, she most often understood me quickly and always had a straight answer, sometimes even before I could finish. She followed up every bit of progress in the family and tirelessly, the constant well-being of her husband with his State duties and her sisters. It is very sad that she has left them, but I comfort myself to think that she needed to go and continue her duty; to go ahead and prepare a comfortable place for them.

It is my belief that God sends people on earth to fulfill certain tasks. Some people fulfill what is given them in twenty years, some in eighty and others never at all. For those who never fulfill theirs and go on living, life no longer has any meaning. That too, is a kind of death. But in lives such as yours aunty MOJOKO, death can get no footing at all, for even your death is turned into life just by looking at your children and many of us you raised. Our world has been made brighter by you and by the lives of people like you.

 As ALBERT EINSTEIN puts it “our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us. Our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.”

Aunty MOJOKO, in total humility and reading the minds of everybody in the family; INTO GOD’S PRECIOUS HANDS WE ENTRUST YOUR SPIRIT. When we’ll go to sleep and when we will wake up in a cocktail of fear and hope with our soul and bodies forever joint to your spirit, we shall feel God’s presence in us and we shall not fear. GO IN PERFECT PEACE. AMEN.

Mr. EWUSI MBONGO Eric and Family, Yaounde.

TRIBUTE TO LATE MRS. ANNE MBONGO MUSONGE

S. N. Ejedepang-Koge

Mrs. Anne Musonge is dead! That is how the shocking news came to me, news of the passing of a gentle, unassuming,  teacher-colleague,  dignified and efficient, Mrs. Anne Mbongo Musonge, wife of a former Prime Minister Peter Mafany Musonge. I was confused for a while, and then came to myself. I asked for verification to be made, and it was confirmed from the source. It is rare to lie about death for, even the death of Anne Musonge is true, she is dead! At times, it does not rain, rather it pours. It has poured for quite a while in the Musonge family, death, and it is now crowned by the passing of the mother of the house, something that can really cause a crack! But death shall die too.

When I enquired after observing her long absence at Church, I learnt that she was ill and had travelled for medical attention. I said to myself,  “Illness is like a visitor. It is meant to stay for a while and then return to its home. This is the ideal, and it ought to be the case with all visitors and therefore of all illnesses too. Regrettably, the reality is different. Just as a few visitors come and, embarrassingly take up permanent residence with their hosts, in the same manner illness takes up permanent residence with its host, and eventually overcomes its host by death. Death is inevitable, and each one of us carries it along.  It is a mystery of life. The French writer Frederick Dart put it aptly when he wrote that death is an illness with which everyone is born or Each one is born with the illness called death, (“La mort est une maladie dont chacun est née.”)

I strongly believe that we are created and sent here below to serve. Therefore we ought to honour our Creator by doing the best of what he sent us to do, serve with joy and devotion, in whatever estate we find ourselves during the allotted time. I further believe that whenever the time is up and, we are recalled, we are obliged to go. It does not matter how long we served, how well or how badly we have done it, we are obliged to go, when the time is up. That time, is God’s  time, not our time; it is God’s decision and timing, not ours! Anne Musonge played her role well in her time. She served with dignity as a teacher, an educational administrator (Assistant Provincial Delegate of National Education), the wife of a civil servant, General Manager of Corporations and as wife of the Prime Minister Head of Government of Cameroon, without ever being spoilt by the trappings of her functions. She remained herself, human and humane all the times, as she served. Service with joy and devotion, that is all required. She did it, and that is her worthy legacy. Rest in Peace with your Creator.

 
Sincerely,

Samuel Ngome Ejedepang-Koge