

Mami Olivia, A beautiful soul, deeply loved and dearly missed. In the hearts of those you loved, you will always be.
Obituary
To our Beloved Mother, Olivia Ngwe Titachu
Born in an era when women had little agency, she defied expectations and demonstrated unmatched strength, resilience, compassion, and an unwavering dedication to service.
Biography
A Humble Beginning
Mami Olivia Ngwe Titachu, a remarkable woman, was born on September 8th, 1939 in the historic town of Bamenda Old Town, nestled in the Northwest Region of Cameroon. Her parents, Papa John Titachu and Mami Monica Nik Titachu, welcomed her as the fifth of seven children. In a time when societal norms often confined women to domestic roles, young Olivia yearned for education. Defying tradition and family expectations, she embarked on a courageous journey, leaving her home to pursue her academic aspirations.
A Journey of Education and Service
Mami Olivia’s pursuit of knowledge led her to the Southwest Region of Cameroon, where she sought refuge with her elder sister and her husband, a Baptist missionary teacher. She enrolled at Girls Baptist Mission School, Victoria, now known as Saker Baptist College in Limbe. In 1955, she graduated with a First School Leaving Certificate, a significant achievement for a woman of her time.
After graduation, Mami Olivia moved to Ekona, also in the Southwest Region, where she secured a position as a Nurse Aid at the CDC (Cameroon Development Corporation) Cottage Hospital. It was during this time that she met her husband and started her own family, blessed with children. However, life took an unexpected turn, leading her to separate from her husband.
In 1962, Mami Olivia made the decision to return to her birthplace, Bamenda, where she found employment as a Nursing Aid at the Acha-Tugi General Hospital, managed by the Presbyterian Basel Mission. Recognizing her potential and dedication, the Presbyterian Basel Missionaries (church missionaries from Switzerland) sponsored her to pursue a professional nursing education at the Shisong Nursing and Midwifery School
A Lifelong Commitment to Healthcare
In 1967, Mami Olivia graduated from Nursing School and furthered her qualifications by registering with the British Board of Nursing in Lagos, Nigeria, becoming a registered nurse midwife. Upon returning to Cameroon, she resumed work at Acha-Tugi Hospital, later transferring to Nyasoso Health Center and then to Bafut Health Center. She became certified as a Nurse and Midwives ordinance with the Joint Nursing and Midwives Council of West Cameroon in April 1968.
One of the most challenging periods of her career came in 1980 when she was temporarily assigned to Banga Bagundu Health Center. Due to unforeseen circumstances, she was stranded there for a year, unable to return home. Undeterred by the distance and the challenges, she embarked on a perilous journey, traversing forests and rivers for three days to reunite with her family.
In 1983, Mami Olivia returned to Acha-Tugi General Hospital, where she took charge of the maternity/labor and delivery unit. Her unwavering commitment to hygiene and cleanliness earned her the affectionate nickname "Mami Nyabiri Nyabiri." In 1990, she was promoted to Matron and Nursing Superintendent, a position she held until her retirement in 1997.
A Legacy of Faith and Service
Beyond her professional accomplishments, Mami Olivia was a devout Christian, finding solace and strength in her faith. She was a member of the Presbyterian Church and actively participated in the English Choir. She was a matron of the Hallelujah Chair in her home village church and along-time member of the Christian Women Fellowship in her active days. Her love for her family, community, and profession were evident in every aspect of her life. Her passion for gardening and singing brought her joy and peace.
Mami Olivia Ngwe Titachu passed away on November 7, 2024, leaving behind a legacy of compassion, resilience, and unwavering dedication to service. Her memory will forever be cherished by her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and countless others whose lives she touched. Her life story inspires all who knew her, a testament to the power of perseverance and a reminder of the enduring impact of a well-lived life.
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I feel honored and privileged to have been taken in and accepted unconditionally as your daughter’s sister . Your unconditional love for me, even when you were ailing away, gave me immense love each time I went visiting , and now that you depart from this world, I will hold the wonderful memories you lead me so dear and close to my heart.
Fare thee well my lovely mum.

Back in the days in Acha Hospital , i was known by all your staff and patients through the kindness, love and care you showed them which they reciprocated it on me. Growing older i found so much wisdom in all the stories you transferred to me through out our private moments. i will always love you grandmom. RIP
Today, we gather to honor and remember a remarkable woman, my godmother. Though I hadn’t seen her since my nursery school days, we reconnected through phone calls, thanks to one of her daughters who worked in Acha Bafoussam. These conversations rekindled our bond and allowed me to feel her warmth and love once again.
She was a beacon of kindness and strength, always offering words of encouragement and support. Her voice was a source of comfort, and her stories brought joy and inspiration into my life. I had hoped to meet her in person and express my gratitude, but fate had other plans.
Even though we never met face-to-face after all these years, the bond we shared was profound. She taught me that love and connection transcend physical presence. Her legacy will live on in the lessons she imparted and the love she spread.
Today, as we celebrate her life, I hold onto the memories of our conversations and the promises we made. I will carry her spirit with me, cherishing the moments we shared and the impact she had on my life.
Rest in peace, dear godmother. You will always be in my heart
Fusi Bongnwi

One of the letters you sent to me said I should buy a Bible and read the courage of Joshua in Joshua 1 verse 1 - 9 , and i did just that. i will continue to pray more .Thank you so much Mami for all .
family though your godson Bongnwi. Your good works will follow you to your resting home. Sleep well in the Lord bye bye mother till we meet again.
We honor the memory of Mami Olivia, fondly called "Madoh" by my late mother—a name that reflected their deep bond and sisterhood. More than a neighbor, she was family, forever part of our lives.
Whenever I visited, my mother’s words were always, “Go and greet Madoh!”—a testament to their love and connection. Mami Olivia’s kindness, support, and the joy she brought will forever remain in our hearts.
Though her passing leaves a void, we find peace knowing she and my mother are reunited in heaven, still calling each other "Madoh."
Rest peacefully, Mami Olivia. You are deeply loved and will never be forgotten.
Relindis



When you later met my husband, he became like a son to you. You became so fund of him we would practically pray for him each time I called.
Thank you for loving me and my family so effortlessly. I know that you are sitting with the lord right now,you were a virtuous woman. Continue to rest in peace mami.
Mami would have been running like others to work in the government in those days
But I hail the commitment and endurance in her days of service seen and read today
A testament of serving God and not just mortals.
Mami Doh as we saw n heard people calling you go rest with your maker and continue to serve ans sing with the angels in the heavenly places.
Peace
I pray that God will grant me the strength to fulfill all the promises I made to you, even the weighty responsibilities you entrusted to me. You taught me everything I needed to know and always spoke the truth to me.
Until we meet again, sleep well, Mami. I love you dearly and will miss you immensely, but your memory will forever remain etched in my heart.
Julius D Fokwen Titachu
Dear grandma... oh sweet grandma, i will miss each and every moment we spend together. Thanks for the love and care you showed on me through out these years. I love you so so much grandma. RIP
Mami it has always been a great moment spent with you on every step of the way. You taught me a lot on my personality, my heritage. Holidays for me was like big deal because coming home into grandma’s arms was so addictive. i was showed with her love and care , and always making sure i feel happy .
Back in the days in Acha Hospital , i was known by all your staff and patients through the kindness, love and care you showed them which they reciprocated it on me. Growing older i found so much wisdom in all the stories you transferred to me through out our private moments. i will always love you grandmom. RIP

I really admired the gentleness in your voice and your lovely smile. You will be truly missed. May your soul rest in perfect peace. IJN🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
Am so grateful that I had a few minutes with you about two months before you left us.
Dear , Rest in the Lord and Peace of the Lord Rest with you. You will be missed.
You will always be in our hearts bicos ur prints of good work, leadership, guidance, love and "straightforward talk" stays with us forever. ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️ 💕 💘 ❤️ 😍
My mother, Olivia Ngwe Titachu, was the foundation of my life, and together we shared some of the most profound and meaningful moments. Born in an era when women had little agency, she defied expectations and demonstrated unmatched strength and resilience.
The earliest memories of our journey together date back to the 1960s, when I was about seven years old. Though I was too young to fully understand my surroundings, I always knew I was safe in her care. She often reminded me that our journey started when I was just four days old—when she made the difficult decision to leave her marital relationship to protect us. She resolved to remain single, fearing that another husband might not support her desire to educate her children in a time when women’s voices were rarely heard.
Despite the odds, my mother secured a job at Acha-Tugi Presbyterian Hospital before transferring to Nyasoso Presbyterian Health Center, a region embroiled in conflict. Her determination to provide for us never faltered.
One of my fondest memories of those years in Nyasoso was her unwavering devotion to our health. She often treated us at home when we fell ill, sparing us the fear and inconvenience of hospital visits. On one occasion, when I was gravely ill, she carried me on her back to the health center. I remember asking, “Will I die?” Her resolute response, “No, you will not die,” filled me with hope and strength. To this day, I marvel at how her words transformed my spirit.
My first encounter with my father occurred in Nyasoso when I was about eight years old. He arrived in a Volkswagen Beetle, a car I was enamored with. After he dropped me off at the main road, I ran home joyfully, only to find my mother waiting with concern. She chastised me gently, saying, “You are too gullible. What if he had taken you away?” In that moment, I realized the depth of her fear and the lengths she would go to protect me.
Years later, insecurity in Nyasoso forced her to transfer back to the Northwest Province, to Bafut Presbyterian Health Center. Despite the dangers, she prioritized our safety, even sending us ahead to Kumba while she stayed behind to pack. Her bravery was evident—she was ready to face anything to ensure our well-being.
During one of her medical procedures, she was gone for weeks that turned into months. We faced difficult times, scavenging for food and counting plantains to stretch our resources. We waited anxiously every day, unsure of what the future held. By God’s grace, she returned to us, embodying resilience and hope.
My mother was not only a protector but also a disciplinarian and a source of pride. She spoke highly of me in front of others, instilling in me a sense of responsibility and a desire to never disappoint her. Her strictness shaped my values and taught me accountability.
Later, when my younger brother was born, I was overjoyed, even as I navigated the challenges of preparing for secondary school. My mother’s sacrifices never ceased. Despite being deprived of the opportunity to raise my sisters herself, she fought to influence their lives and ensure their futures were brighter.
Her sorrow during our elder sister’s tragedy, when her husband died during the April 6 coup d’état, revealed her profound empathy. I cried with her, not fully understanding death but feeling her pain deeply.
Her career as a nurse and midwife was marked by incredible dedication. Even when she turned down an opportunity for further training in nursing to care for us, God ensured she eventually rose to the position of nurse superintendent at Acha-Tugi Hospital. She retired in the 1990s, but her contributions to healthcare and the community remained invaluable. She delivered countless babies, cared for the sick, and created opportunities for others.
In retirement, despite our pleas for her to join us in the city, she chose to return to the village, where she continued to serve those in need with unwavering hospitality and care. Her life was a testament to the power of faith and love.
In her later years, when illness made it difficult for her to care for herself, friends, family, and loved ones rallied around her. We are deeply grateful to everyone who stood by her and supported her. My mother’s faith never wavered, and she always reminded us to trust in the Lord, quoting John 3:16:
“For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”
This was her promise to us: that we would one day meet again in God’s eternal presence. Mom, we love you and miss you dearly. As 1 John 3:14 reminds us, “We know that we have passed from death to life because we love each other.”
You have passed from death to life, Mom. We will not experience the second death because of God’s grace. Until we meet again, rest in everlasting peace.
With love,
Gorden