About thirteen years ago, I walked in on Titi, Mama and Bei crying in their bedroom. I asked them what was wrong this time (we cried a lot in those days)? Bei had told Mama her memory of you was very hazy and she could not remember much past the burial. Mama tried to recall a few things with her but she was stuck too and they started crying. When they told Titi as she came in, she burst into tears and I joined them. But then we started talking, got some pictures from mummy's room and it all came flooding back. We remembered you doing Michael Jackson's moonwalk in the living room in Garoua after we watched his concert on television. It was sooo funny, you were wearing a linen white shirt and had been out with uncle Ambrose and other friends. We were all trying to learn from you, Ngu, Tifuh, Mama, Bei. When I think about it now, it was not that bad. We remembered how you loved dancing and especially bottle dance, your favorite soup; Okra soup(your grandson Cho absolutely loves it too). You never like Eru and cassava was banned. We remembered how you use to get Bei to walk on her toes in front of guest who came to visit and how she gave you the run around in the house. Bei was ever so tricky and even got round to outsmarting you sometimes, not sure if you just let her get away with things. We reminded Bei what you said about her - wan waw bhe nton jaime nock who bhe chem nock (if this child does not get me into trouble, she will get me out of trouble); it is such a shame you never got to find out. We reminded her how proud you were of her. We talked about our trip out to a french ship where you bought us some books, we had forgotten to wear a pant on Mama and being the mad girl she was she slipped and fell right in-front of the ship's captain while you were talking to him...you did not laugh at the time, you were embarrassed but we thought it was funny. After the ship we went to River Wouri and took some pictures and you told me to make sure we were all dressed properly before we went out. We remembered the day we came back from church and Mama asked you if we were Black Americans and you replied that we were not Black Americans, we were white Cameroonians..... You even laughed at your answer but Mama was happy with it. Titi talked about how we use to say long prayers during meal times when you had come back from work...just to wind you up cause we knew you were starving and then one day you said no long prayers and you will be praying on that day. It was short and sweet. You use to go on about Titi's dancing, you should see her now, she teaches us how to dance. My job was to pick grey hairs out of your hair with tweezers, while the others climbed all over you making it difficult for me. Titi even got her own tweezers at one time. When you came back from your long travels, you had each of our names written on radio cassettes with songs taped on it, you would send us birthday cards and there was always an I love you in there. When mummy went away, you will take all of us in your bed and we will sleep with you till she came back. You gave me everything I wanted, from books to clothes. You let me wear clothes mommy didn't want me to. You tutored me night and day to keep me as one of the top students in Saker. You loved us so much and was very proud of us. We were such happy children and we were very close to you....You are and will always be our lovely Papa. I know the bible says "his ways are not our ways and that God's wisdom is infinite". I really will like to understand why this happened, it was so unfair and I cannot get over it. I refuse to think there is a valid reason why God took you away, leaving mummy as father and mother. My heart is so terribly broken that I think I shall never be able to get over it until we meet again. Akwen