Ivo Taso Asong

TRIBUTE TO A FATHER, A LEADER, AND A BLESSING TO OUR COMMUNITY
Your impact on our lives and in our community will never fade. You were more than a landlord to us; you were a father figure, a protector, and a guiding light in our cité. Your presence brought warmth, order, and a sense of belonging that made this place truly feel like home.
We are deeply grateful for your unwavering support and constant encouragement. You stood up for us when it mattered most, fiercely protecting and defending those under your care. You corrected us with honesty, never sugarcoating the truth, yet always speaking from a place of love and responsibility. Through your wisdom, strength, and integrity, you shaped not just a property, but a family.
Your laughter, your vibrant energy, your generosity, and your thoughtful gestures will be deeply missed. The memories we shared, the advice you gave, the protection you offered, and the unity you fostered will forever remain in our hearts.
Though you have passed into glory, your legacy lives on in this community you built and nurtured. Rest peacefully, Daddy. You will always be remembered, respected, and cherished.
The Residents of Asong Cité

Taso I still can’t really believe that you are gone and left us too soon. Because of your friendship with my husband Dan Acha- Morfaw, you became a brother to me, and an affectionate uncle to our children. Your kindness, generosity, and sense of humor didn’t go unnoticed. When our first daughter Doctor Raisa was born you became her Godfather. My husband was the best man in your wedding in Cameroon. I remember Taso would visit our house in Gaithersburg Maryland almost everyday. He loved our family so much and we also loved him dearly. Our children were so attached to him and he was famously known to them as uncle Ivo. He called our daughter Doctor Meinkeng “Grand Mere” because she was named after my mother in law.
Oh Taso how are we going to do without you? You were one of the first ones who was always there for us whether our family was celebrating or hurting. I remember the boxes of diapers you bought for Doctor Raisa your God daughter when she was having her first baby, the huge basket of fruits you brought to our house to visit our daughter Doctor Meinkeng Stephannie when she moved from Wisconsin. I can go on and on with all the beautiful things you did for us. Taso I just want to say thank you and rest well with the Lord until we meet again. You will be missed dearly.

Cheers,
Vivian Acha-Morfaw

My Right Hand Man

Ivo was like the big brother that I never had. He was kind, polite, and overly protective to the ones he loved. He would go above and beyond to ensure the happiness of his loved ones.

He took pride in the things he did and everyone who knew him well can attest to his brilliant and at times provoking sense of humor.

Ivo had good taste for nice clothes. He always looked sharp and wore clothes that accentuated his good looks.

Although we were cousins, we did not get to meet each other until we were teenagers in CCAST Kumba. We bonded instantly. He called me fondly "My right hand man" - a name which suggests that he and I went down a few rabbit holes together. We did not only have fun. We also talked about the serious things in life such as family. He would often talk about his two younger sisters (Pam & Quinta) whom he adored and would stop at nothing to ensure that they were okay.

Ivo left for the US in 1980 and when I joined him in 1987 it was like time had stood still waiting for us to reconnect albeit in a more mature way.

I was in Miami University in Oxford Ohio and Ivo made arrangements with Emile Epanty to drive to Ohio and take me back to Washington DC during my first Christmas holidays. However, when I found out that a classmate of mine was driving to DC I told Ivo that I will accompany them. It was then that Ivo gave me a piece of advice that I have never forgotten. He told me "Mami, nothing no free for America oh. No just shiddong for dey like na for Cameroon you dey. Make sure you give ye money for gas when ye stop for gas station." He was cracking me up but that piece of advice became the corner stone of the roads that I navigated for many years. I had a really good time with Ivo, Pam, Eli, Odi and Emile that Christmas holidays. Ivo and Emile drove me back to Oxford, Ohio.

Some time later, when I informed Ivo that I was about to get married, his exact words were "Mami, no go bring man some flat-footed Bamenda man for here oh". We laughed heartily. When he met Gervase he had nothing but good things to say about him. They become good friends.

I cannot tell you how much we will miss you my dear brother. You have done so much for us - your loved ones. May we continue your legacy of meaningful friendships, unbridled love, selflessness and determination. You have earned your sleep. Rest in peace "My right hand man".

To My Godfather,

Uncle Ivo was such a lovely spirit to be around. Always jovial and full of life. I’m going to miss his forever laughter. He always had a smile on his face whenever you saw him. May you rest in forever peace.

Love, your goddaughter

Daddy,
Forever in my heart. Your love, guidance, and wisdom shaped me into who I am today. You taught me the value of kindness, respect, and perseverance. Your words still echo in my mind:
“Don’t burn bridges.” “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” “A bird in hand is worth more than a thousand in the forest.”
I’m grateful for the time we shared, the laughter, the lessons, and the memories. Your legacy lives on through me, and I will always cherish you.
I love you, Daddy; my hero, my mentor, my forever champion.
Till we meet again,
Your boy, AKA DONALD

To the man who was my rock, my guiding light, and my hero, thank you for your unconditional love and endless sacrifices, especially toward my academic journey. In my memory, I still hear the name you always called me: Professor.
You taught me how to be strong, courageous, kind, and how to embrace the beauty of failure, for it is the driving force toward a new beginning. Though you are gone, your legacy lives on in my heart and in my actions.
My kids and I will forever miss your presence, but we will always cherish your memory, Dad.
By Alemnju Cecilia

Where do I even start. It’s been a rough year, but all I can say is thank you.
Let me take you back to 2006, my first year in Saint Francis College, Kumba. Because of how you showed up with my dad, everyone kept asking how I ended up with two fathers. Not once did I ever feel less loved. Your constant love and support have been so evident in my life and in the life of my family.
Thank you for everything you’ve done. I’m learning to be more open, just like you always wanted. Thank you for the corrections, the peace, the memories, and the wisdom you shared. No amount of money can buy that.
I’m left speechless, with so many questions still unanswered. Who do I call when I’m in trouble. Who do I run to when I’m weak. Who do I laugh with when all hope feels lost.
You’ve left a huge gap, but I know you’re resting well.
I love you, my champion.
Your daughter,
Sike Bando

Daddy I,
It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Not even a year has passed since our father left us, yet we still felt we had another father to run to. And now, the Lord has called you to rest.
We are left with nothing but beautiful memories; the bond you shared with my siblings and me, your presence, your guidance, and your friendship that touched our lives so deeply. We are grateful for the impact you had on us.
I know the angels and God are rejoicing to have you in their midst. May you find rest with our Heavenly Father.
We will miss you; the jokes, the shouting, the advice, the play, the outings, the enjoyment… everything. Who will tell me again, “Dione, you cannot come to America and go emptyhanded”?
Heaven has gained a sweet soul.
Please say hi to our father, Manager, for us.
May your soul rest in perfect peace.

From Mesode Vivian (Madam Mottoh)
“Boss,” as we all called you,
I’m still in so much pain trying to process the loss of my husband, and now I have to face your own departure in the middle of this difficult moment. I cannot question God, for He knows what is best, but I want to take a moment to express my gratitude for the impact you had on my family.
Your guidance and support meant the world to us. I will never forget the great respect and affection you showed us all.
Please know that you were not just a former boss, you were part of our family. My heart goes out to you and your loved ones during this painful time.
May your soul find perfect rest with the Lord our God.
With love and appreciation,
Mesode Vivian (Madam Mottoh)

The heartbeat of our family has stopped, but the love he gave will forever echo. His love was the anchor that held us together. The man who lived life on his terms, who loved without boundaries, how the giant has fallen, leaving a gaping hole in our hearts.
My warrior, the one who fought my silent battles. The shield who protected me from anything or anyone that made me even slightly uncomfortable. The catalyst of the woman I am. Daddy, I was not looking forward to this day anytime soon. How did I get to this point at the beginning of the year, writing a tribute. The one you swore would never see a devastating state is totally and completely destroyed. It has been the most suffocating period of my entire life.
You were my best friend, my safe space, my cheerleader, my source of inspiration, my advisor, and my gisting partner. How is your baby going to recover from this nightmare. My ever so kind, loving, and gentle father, a man who was meant to be free and full of life, the one who helped without asking questions, the one who would move mountains for his friends and family, even when some took those sacrifices for granted. I know, and God knows, you did a remarkable job.
Speaking of jobs, my dad took it upon himself to carry my water, cook for me, make sure I always had my comfort food, snacks, and fruits, review every assignment and research project beforehand, and bring me breakfast in bed during that time of the month. In 2023, when there was heavy rainfall, my dad drove through the storm, completely forgetting his eyes were not in the best state, because he had to drive to the Faculty of Health Sciences where I was doing my master’s to pick me up. He could have called his driver, but he did not want to take chances with me being under that weather for too long. My dad would go through fire and rainstorms for me.
After a devastating event in my life, when he witnessed me in excruciating pain, my dad turned into a researcher, looking for ways to prevent it from happening again, finding medication to ease my pain, learning the types of food I could and could not eat, refilling my medications before they ran out. He drove from Buea to Limbe on a lockdown day just to make sure I was recovering well and being treated properly. That was the kind of father he was. A father to all, his love for everyone was out of this world, a problem solver, and a good listener. I know for a fact his tenants will miss him deeply, because he was a mentor and always so considerate when it came to their rents. He tried his best to make sure they did not feel overwhelmed, while still ensuring they paid in full and on time.
My father, the most extraordinary dad in the universe. My safe haven on earth, the one who led me through life’s journey. Your love is my anchor and my strength, your wisdom my compass, and your heart my home forever. I am forever grateful for the sacrifices you made and the memories we created. I love you more than words can explain, and more than any gesture can show. Thank you for being my pillar of strength, my role model, and my forever hero. I am the luckiest person alive to call you my father.
Rest now, Dad. Your baby has the wheel. I will drive forward with the love you instilled in me and make you proud.
As always,
Anyang

Tribute to a Fallen Brother and Friend
Taso, I did not see this coming. I truly believed that we would grow old together. Even now, it feels like a dream; yet with each passing day, the reality settles more deeply—Taso is no more; gone like the wind.
We have come a long way, beginning at Sacred Heart Primary School in Fiango, Kumba. Life, in its own way, reunited us years later in Buffalo, New York, and subsequently in Silver Spring, Maryland. From that time forward, you became an integral part of my life—my brother, my friend, and my confidant.
In recent years, I watched you endure infirmity with remarkable strength. Through every struggle, you remained active, engaging, humorous, and dignified, never allowing hardship to diminish your spirit.
Your sense of humor was truly unmatched, and your presence brought warmth and joy to all who knew you. You will be deeply and sorely missed.
My Own Man, may your gentle soul rest in perfect peace✌️
You will forever remain in my heart, and in the hearts of so many.
Your Man, Victor

Tribute to Mr. IVO ASONG
My dear friend, Softspoken and intelligent, your exit is truly painful. For two years you battled with ill health, always asking us to pray for you. What a bitter pill to swallow. You were a very good friend to my family, and I deeply appreciate every effort, every gesture, and every respect you showed us.
As I write this with a broken heart, I take comfort in knowing you are somewhere painfree. We all miss you so much, brother. Journey well to the land beyond. Until we meet again, rest well, brother.

My Zazzy, my everything.
I don’t even know where to start or how to move forward without you. You were my backup, my president, my cheerleader… my whole support system. What’s going to happen now? Who’s going to guide me? Who’s going to tell me it’s going to be okay.
I remember you always saying God knows best, and I trust that. But it’s hard, Daddy. So hard. I miss our talks, our laughs, our quiet moments together. I miss you calling me baby and sweetie. I miss your “I love you” at the start and end of every conversation.
You left a void, and I don’t know how to fill it. Who’s going to celebrate my wins? Who’s going to push me to be better? Who’s going to be my safe space to rant about work and life.
I promise to keep flying high, to make you proud, and to hold onto the values and discipline you taught me. Your legacy lives on in me, and I’ll make sure it shines bright.
Thank you for being my rock, my love.
Rest in peace, Daddy.
I love you so much.
With love,
Motina

Dear Daddy,
As you embark on your journey ahead, I want to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude for everything you’ve done for me and my family. I will never forget the happy times we shared, the advice you gave me, and the financial support you provided. You were more than just a father to me, you were a mentor, a guide, and a true source of inspiration.
I remember how you always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. Your trust and encouragement meant the world to me, and I am forever grateful for the impact you had on my life. Your absence has left a huge void, and it is still hard to accept that you are no longer here.
I wish you were here to see me succeed, to celebrate my victories, and to offer guidance when I need it. But I know you are watching over me from above, and that gives me the strength to keep moving forward.
Thank you for being an amazing father, boss, and friend. I love you so much, and I will carry your memory with me always. May God bless you and grant you eternal peace.
Rest in peace, Daddy.

Tribute to Late Pa Asong.
Today, my family and I remember with deep gratitude and love a great man, Late Pa Asong, a true pillar of kindness, compassion, and selfless love.
Pa Asong was not just a family friend; he was a blessing sent to us at a time when all hope seemed lost. When darkness surrounded our family, he brought light. When we felt weak, he stood strong for us. His generosity, wisdom, and fatherly care gave us strength, comfort, and renewed faith in humanity.
He touched our lives in ways words can never fully express. His kind heart, gentle spirit, and willingness to help without expecting anything in return will forever remain in our memories. Because of him, our family experienced hope and encouragement at a time we needed it most.
Though he is no longer with us physically, his good deeds will continue to speak for him. He will always hold a special place in our hearts.

Special Prayer
Heavenly Father, We thank You for the life of Pa Asong. Thank You for the love, kindness, and light he shared with others, especially with our family. Lord, we ask that You grant him eternal rest and let Your perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul rest in perfect peace.
Comfort his family, loved ones, and all who mourn his passing. Give them strength, peace, and the assurance that his life was meaningful and that his reward is great in heaven. May his legacy of love continue to inspire us to be kind, generous, and compassionate to others.
With love and gratitude,
Madam Emmanuela
Limbe

Hello, My Man Ivo.
We met each other as young students in Saint Joseph’s College, Sasse. We sojourned in St. Aquinas House for five years before reuniting in CCAS Kumba after obtaining the GCE ‘O’ Level.
All along, we never knew we shared the same ancestry in Efong village, Lewoh, Lebialem Division.
In Sasse, just like in CCAS Kumba, you were a majestic football player.
After several years in the USA, you returned home and settled in Buea. When our paths crossed again, you welcomed me with the warmth of a brother and a classmate. On several occasions when I visited Buea, I stayed in your home. We spent memorable moments together, with you always making sure our little daughter Anyang prepared the most delicious meals for me.
You were not talkative, but you always made your point clear in all our class meetings, many of which you hosted with pomp. Ivo, my man, I knew you had some health challenges that took you back to the USA. We chatted many times, and you assured me that you were recovering well and would return to Cameroon as soon as you were stable.
Helas!!!
Ivo, you had a good heart. Extend my greetings to all our fallen Stumpelites and to our parents.
Sleep well in the Lord’s bosom till we meet again.
Adieu.
Esunji Peter Nkeng.
Classmate, friend and brother.

Tribute to Big Bro, Ivo Taso Asong (Founder, Owner, Sponsor of Taso Group LTD)

The last time we saw and spoke to each other was on the 25th of December, 2025. At that time, it seemed like just another moment, another conversation, another day with many more ahead. I didn’t realize it would be our final encounter.

We crossed paths in 1990 when you came to Cameroon for your wedding, I was a little kid then and we became inseparable until your demise on the 15th of January 2026. You were a rare species of a human. People like you do not come around very often or even stick around for long. You had a unique sense of humor that could be sharp and unexpected at times, but always unforgettable. Your good looks were obvious to everyone who met you, but what made you truly remarkable was the way you carried yourself with confidence, style, and natural presence.
The love for the finer things in life,elegance and good taste mattered to you. Whether it was the way you dressed, the places you liked, or the way you enjoyed life.

“Boss of bosses,’’as your tenants and employees would call you. Taso , as your comrades would say, you had an appreciation for quality.

Bro, you were my strength when I didn’t know where to find any. When my dad passed and the world felt like it had fallen apart, you stood by me without hesitation. You didn’t just offer words; you offered support, presence, patience, and love when I needed it most, and I will forever appreciate it.

You lived your life in your own way, and whether people loved you, disagreed with you, or disliked you, they could never ignore you. You made me believe in success not just as something to achieve, but as something rooted in integrity, generosity, and hard work. You taught me to dream big while staying grounded in family, kindness, and loyalty.
Your generosity, encouragement, and quiet strength will never be forgotten. Although kidney disease took you from us too soon, it could never take the legacy you leave behind. I carry your lessons every day, your quotes and your vision.
You will remain in my memory as a one-of-a-kind soul, a rare breed of a human whose presence will be greatly missed.

Rest in peace, brother Ivo.till we meet again .

Jojo Nkafu

I have often told people around me that, it’s only in death that the full weight of a person’s presence settles in. When someone we love is here, we take it for granted. This is even more so when the person seems larger than life. We assume there will always be more time—more conversations, more shared moments. But when they’re gone, those small gestures we barely noticed become priceless memories.
I have known Ivo since we were kids in primary school. A few days ago, I glanced at a picture we took almost 55 years ago in primary school. That naughty boy was sitting right beside me. As I say goodbye to him, I still see him everywhere. I see his influence in the way I tell my stories, in the way I react to circumstances, and in many other small habits that I unknowingly picked up from him over the years.
That said, if you spent any significant amount of time with him, you knew his greatest gift: he was a world-class impressionist. He could effortlessly mimic the gestures and behaviors of anyone. I could often tell who Ivo was hanging around with lately just by watching his behavior. If he’d been spending time with a certain stoic colleague, suddenly Ivo would be using more formal vocabulary. If he’d been with his favorite “crew”, he’d adopt their language and even have a new laugh. What casual friends did not realize was that Ivo didn't just listen to people; he absorbed them. He took the best, funniest, or most distinct parts of the people he loved and wore them like his favorite Italian jacket. It was his way of connecting. To be "impersonated" by Ivo was, in many ways, the highest compliment he could pay you. It meant you were part of his world.
Even as his health changed and he faced the long, difficult road of these past months, that spark never truly left him. The circumstances grew heavy, but his spirit remained light. Even in the quietest moments of his illness, you could still catch a glimpse of that observer—the man who could find humor in a seemingly benign situation. Ivo was one-of-a-kind. I will deeply miss his wit.
Ivo Njosa

Tribute To Ivo Taso Asong
It was with great sadness that I learnt about the demise of my blood relative and friend, Ivo Taso Asong on Thursday the 15th of January, 2026. My late mother, Lucy Ajuamendem Morfaw, and Ivo’s father, John Asong, were blood relatives, but you would have thought that my mother was related but to Ivo’s mother (Mammy Aggie Fuller as we knew her then), my mother treated Ivo’s mother like a younger sister.
Ivo and I became close when he moved to PSS Kumba in form three, he was a class ahead of me, but the special blood bonding brought us close together. Although only a year ahead of me at school, I use to look up to him because he was a talented footballer, he played for the school team.
After Ivo left PSS Kumba, we would often meet at various social gatherings in Kumba, the city where we lived. I remember on occasions we would play babyfoot, a table top football (soccer) game, Ivo always won, he was quite good at it.
In 1981 or so, Ivo left Cameroon for the US and I left for the UK in 1982. The next time we would meet again was in 1983/1984 when I went to Penn State University in State College as an exchange student from the University of Leeds in England. I use to spend a lot of time back then in the Washington Metropolitan area with my brother, Daniel Acha-Morfaw (Nkem Ache), who was a very close friend to Ivo. In fact, you could hardly see one without the other at a social gathering. I remember, at the time, Dan use to drive a Nissan Sentra, and Ivo, a VW rabbit, and they would always race each other given the slightest opportunity, they probably thought they were driving Porches.
The next time I remember seeing Ivo after I left the US back to the UK was on Saturday, 26th of November, 2022 at my mother’s funeral in Kumba. We did not actually speak for long due to the surrounding circumstances. After that occasion, the next time I saw Ivo was at my brother’s, Daniel’s, house, in Silver Spring, Maryland, on the occasion of my nephew’s graduation ceremony. In fact, I introduced my wife to him for the first time on that day. Little did I know that would be the last time of me seeing Ivo alive.
Even though you do not see someone for quite some time, you are always happy with the knowledge that that person is alive and safe somewhere. At times, one might argue, it may even be better not to be told of the demise of a friend, but again, some might argue otherwise.
To Ivo’s children, Leonardo and Cheyenne, who I have yet to meet, remember that God never gives you a load that you cannot bear. Stay strong and let your faith guide you through these difficult times. In the words of Martin Luther King Jr, “Only when it is dark enough can you see the stars”, I hope your guiding stars guide you through these trying times and beyond. Stay strong.
And finally, to Pamela and Quinta, even though we did not interact much because of our age difference, I do have fond memories of both of you. Please accept my condolences and stay strong for the family. Remember that there is always a reason why things happen the way they do, we might not like it or indeed be able to explain it, it is at such times that we rely on our faith to guide us. I hope you rely on your faith to guide you during these tough times.

Dr Fidelis Khumbah (Acha-Morfaw)

Unbeknown to me, I reached out to my dear friend Jimmy having not heard from him for quite a long while. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he then hit with with the shocking news of the demise of my dear friend 'Tasso'. I learned he'd been braving a long standing illness which unfortunately stole him away from his loved ones. Those of us who were fortunate to have 'Tasso' as a friend, have accumulated very special memories of moments shared from our time at Sasse College and in Maryland, USA. My friend is on his way to a different realm and I wish him peace for all eternity.

“Tribute to my friend / brother PDG Taso Group”

Taso it took me until the last cut off date to write my tribute because I still can’t believe you are gone.
I want to take this opportunity to let Pam and Quinta know that they still have a brother which I am sure they already know because of how you and I drafted a successful plan to get them to the United States 🇺🇸.
I would also like to let LT and Cheyenne know that even though their biological dad is gone, but his spirit lives on with us as a father figure.
Taso from when we were young adults in PSS Kumba we inspired each other. We will fight, disagree but the next hour we are talking as if nothing happened which shows a very strong brotherly bond.
In 1981 you came to the USA and you wrote to me to stop wasting my time in BICIC Bank Kumba where I assisted in making your travelers check.
In 1982 I took your advice and came to Washington DC but before I arrived U had moved from Buffalo NY to Washington DC 829 Quincy St that we nicknamed the “Army Camp” because you accommodated all the Kumba boys who came after due to your kind heart of helping friends.
I remember in 1990 you asked me to come to Cameroon 🇨🇲 to be the best man in your wedding which I gladly did without hesitation.
You took me to George Town in DC to a store called “Elegance” to buy my best man suit which was fatal attraction in Kumba.
After the wedding you advised me to come with you to BUEA because a university will be coming soon and a plot of land was selling at 500,000frs cfa but I didn’t take your advice until 11 years after when I had my first attack and I remembered your honest advice to do some investment in Cameroon 🇨🇲 which you did so well in you real estate vision.
Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure. You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.
Not a day goes by where I don't think of you and miss your smile.
I miss you, dear friend / brother. The world feels a little less bright without you.
I miss you so much. My life will never be the same.
I miss you so much and I wish I could hear your voice again.
Right now, I miss you so much, but this is better than never being able to know you.
I miss our conversations, our jokes, and just hanging out together.
Your laughter still echoes in my heart, but I really miss hearing it in person.
I miss you even more because I never got to say goodbye. That hurts more than anything. Everyday I get off work and stop by the hospital before going home hoping you will open your eyes 👀 and talk to me but it never happened.
Death ends a life, not a relationship, but I’ll never stop missing you.
The pain may lessen, but the love never fades. I’m going to miss you forever.
I am a better person because I knew you, better for loving you, and better for having met you. But I still miss you so much.
I miss you, my friend. May you be as blessed in the next life as I was in this one by knowing you.
Saying goodbye isn't for us. Instead, I will say that I miss you and look forward to seeing you again in 30 years.
Walking the rest of the path of our friendship alone is heartbreaking. I miss you so very much.
Cheers,
Chief Etiondem Daniel Achamorfaw
“The King of Youths”

Tribute to my brother




**Tribute to My Brother**

Today, I celebrate the life of my beloved brother, Ivo Taso Asong , who brought joy and love to everyone around him. Though you are no longer with us, your spirit continues to shine brightly in our hearts.

From our childhood adventures to the late-night talks, every moment spent with you was a treasure. Bro, you had a laughter that could light up the darkest days and a smile that was truly infectious. You were more than just a brother, you were my friend, my confidant, and my greatest supporter. We started life together from class one in bayele bamenda to sacred heart primary school ,kumba, to St Joseph's college sasse, then to states university college of buffalo and finally to the Washington DC metro area. Through these journeys we were inseparable as we were not only brothers but also roommates.

Your passion for business, especially real estate was inspiring. You pursued your interests with a zeal that motivated those around you to do the same. Your jokes, oh yes ,your jokes. I cannot continue without mentioning some of your key phrases
* Abeg, stop that shenanigans
* Look at some flat footed man
* A bird in hand can not fly.
Just thinking of these get me laughing .

Bro, you taught me valuable lessons about kindness, resilience, and the importance of family. You had a unique ability to make everyone feel valued and loved. Whether it was through a simple gesture or a comforting word, you had a way of brightening people’s lives.

As I remember you today, let me carry forward your legacy of love and compassion. Let me honor your memory by cherishing each other and living life to the fullest, just as you would have wanted me to do.

Though the pain of your absence is profound, I take solace in knowing that you will forever be a part of me. Thank you, Bro,for being the incredible person you were. You are engraved in my heart forever. Find comfort in the bosom of the lord my brother. Adieu.
Kevin Fomenky

Taso!!!!
Wheee!!!!Taso!!!
This is an act of God.
This is the invisible hand of God.
And there is nothing we can do about this.
The air that we breathe and take for granted.
We shared so much fun and laughter together and I found you very enlightened about life(see the Washingtonian deep inside you and your entrepreneurial skills).
We treated each other like blood brothers and I am sure this pleased God.I remember all your lovingkindness towards me and my enlarged family and children and I say Thank You.
You will be greatly missed.
I feel like I lost a limb but my faith makes me well.
I will relentlessly pray for the repose of your soul.
May the merciful Lord receive you warmly into His kingdom and give you rest.

Ivo was a jovial guy. He always gives a broad smile to anybody who comes his way. He will forgive anyone no matter how hard you offended him. He was just a friendly guy. You could spend the entire day with ivo and will never feel bored. He had stories to tell and jokes to make you laugh.
Ivo , your life was a blessing to many people, your memory a treasure. Death ends a life, not a relationship. I will never stop missing you, my dear friend. Farewell, my brother and a peaceful rest in the bosom of the Lord

I come today with a heavy heart, but also with deep gratitude for the life of my Bro Ivo.
Bro Ivo was more than just family to me. Growing up with him sometimes by my side, we shared so many moments. Those moments are treasures I will carry with me forever.
His presence could lighten a room, and his kindness touched so many lives. He showed me the meaning of loyalty, strength, and love. To me, he was someone I could always count on. No matter what life brought, I knew he would always smile. That bond is something that death cannot take away.
While I feel the pain of losing him today, I also celebrate the gift of his life — the memories he gave us, the love he shared, and the legacy he leaves behind in all of us.
He may no longer walk beside us, but his spirit, his laughter, and the lessons he taught us will live on in our hearts forever.
Rest peacefully brother. You were loved deeply, and you will never be forgotten.

Group,
Words fail me. How could this be? You were such a bright light in my life and so many others', always making us laugh with your humor and brightening our days with your kindness. Your heart was as big as your smile, and your loyalty never wavered. You gave without hesitation, loved with all your soul, and cared in ways that made everyone around you feel seen and valued.
You're no longer here, but your spirit lives on in every laugh, every memory, and every person whose life you touched. I am better for having known you. Rest easy, my friend. The pain and suffering are over. Eternal peace is now yours. Love you always.