
SESSEKOU COMMISSSAIRE DIVISIONNAIRE EMMANUEL ENOH AYOMPE

Jesus said to [Daddy Ayompe] "I am the one who raises the dead and gives them life again. Anyone who believes in me, even though he dies like anyone else, shall live again" John 11:25 (The Living Bible Translation)
Obituary
Daddy Emmanuel Enoh Ayompe, our beloved husband, father, brother, cousin, uncle, and friend, passed away peacefully on Tuesday August 20, 2024, at the age of 66. Born on April 18, 1958, Daddy Ayompe devoted his life to the noble cause of peace. He served his country as a dedicated law enforcement officer, rising to the highest rank in the national police force as Commissioner (‘Commissaire Divisionnaire’). His remarkable career with the United Nations took him to various conflict zones, including Kosovo, the Central African Republic, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Côte d'Ivoire, and Niger, where he worked tirelessly to promote peace and stability.
Daddy Ayompe was a very cherished husband to his wife, Dr. Mrs. Ayompe Haddassah, and a devoted father to their five children. He took immense joy in his role as a father and grandfather to five grandchildren. His family was his cornerstone, and he found great pleasure in spending time with them cooking and sharing his love for movies, tennis, and soccer.
Energetic and jovial, daddy was known for his vibrant personality and his ability to bring joy to those around him. He was a source of encouragement and humor, often using his favorite motto, "Everything that God does is good," to uplift and inspire others.
Daddy Ayompe is remembered fondly by his many brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews, nieces, and friends, whose lives he touched with his kindness, dedication, and unwavering positivity. His legacy of love, laughter, and commitment to peace will continue to inspire those who knew him.
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Tribute To Family
Commissaire Ayompé I was privileged to have worked with you in ONUCI Ivory Coast. So a gentleman and hard-working... forever be remembered...PEACE
Ghana
were a major part of my childhood and adulthood. You were always the light of the party. Your presence was always felt. Your kindness,patience,love,understanding will continue to live on. Your dedication to family was remarkable.
Thank you for being an amazing uncle and brother to my father.
RIP Uncle.


From the moment I joined this family, you welcomed me with open arms and a warm smile. Your kindness and generosity made me feel truly valued and cherished. You had a remarkable ability to show genuine interest in our lives and always offered a listening ear.
What I admired most was your unwavering support for the family and your dedication to creating a loving home filled with laughter, understanding, and respect. Your wisdom and guidance helped us navigate life’s challenges with grace and compassion.
You consistently reassured me with your trust in my potential, encouraging me with heartfelt words. Your love not only embraced me but also gave my family the assurance they needed as I became part of this wonderful clan.
As I say farewell, I carry your legacy of love, kindness, and strength in my heart. Although you are no longer with us in person, your spirit will forever live on in the values you instilled in us.
Rest in peace, my "90-minute man." Thank you for being an extraordinary father-in-love and for the beautiful memories we created together. You will be deeply missed but never forgotten.
With love,
Roseline Ayompe


Daddy thank you for the boundless love you’ve given me from the moment I was born to now, as I navigate adulthood. You corrected me with firmness but always drew me close with love, making me feel secure. You often reminded me that “everything that God does is good,” and this mantra has shaped my positive outlook on life. Despite your passing, I am comforted by the knowledge that God is, and remains good.
Thank you for guiding me toward maturity. As the Bible says in 1 Corinthians 13:11, “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” Though I have grown spiritually and physically, I still carry that youthful spirit you encouraged, always reminding me to stay “the boy” at heart, full of life and vitality.
Daddy, you modeled what it means to lead a family in a godly way, showering Mom and us with love and affection. Even now, I express those same virtues in my own home as a result of what I saw you do. Thank you Daddy for blessing my marriage and the work of my hands; these blessings have lifted me to new heights and serve as a guiding light in my life.
While I wish you could have stayed longer to witness my growth and receive more love from me, I am deeply grateful for the foundation you’ve laid in my life. My wife and I miss you dearly, but we find comfort knowing that your spirit lives on through us.
With all my love,
Junior “the boy.”


Enoh … my dearest cousin, brother, my boboh,
I grieve at the thought of never hearing your voice again and never again being teased by you with what was our special “dog-bark”, unique to you and I !
You were, and will always remain in my memory, a rich source of positive energy. Your passion for driving harmony among people, be they family, friends or colleagues, was incessant and your penchant for being the protector and for looking after the interests of those you love, will remain indelible to me and to many others who you touched and influenced in different ways.
We are blessed to have enjoyed innumerable special moments with you, as we’ve evolved and matured together from children into fathers. A true son of the land, your legacy as a father, a mentor, a leader was founded on your unflinching conviction for the sacredness of our cultural heritage. Your steadfast recognition of your unique role in our family to foster the continuity of our traditions has left a deep-seated mark in those who come behind you.
Although you leave us to ascend to your eternal place of rest, you will forever hold a special place in our hearts and memories.
Boboh, I leave you with these words as we mourn your loss ….
We mourn your loss in quiet sighs,
As tears reflect the pale gray skies.
A world now dim without your light,
Your presence gone, but not the fight.
In whispered winds, your voice remains,
A tender echo through our pains.
We carry forth what you have taught,
The love you gave, the peace you sought.
Though time may dull the sharpest sting, The songs of you, we’ll always sing.
In every heart you’ve gently touched,
Your spirit lingers, loved so much.
So as we grieve, we also know,
That in our hearts, you’ll always grow.
Through every tear and every breath,
We honor you in life and death
“The kindest, loveliest, most selfless person you will ever meet. You were brave, funny, and always there for anyone who needed it. … I will carry your love with me always”. (Anonymous)
“Commindant”, here I am, writing a funeral tribute to you. Funeral tributes are for the dead. Are you dead?
You were not immortal, I know. Still, it has taken me more than a month to write this simple tribute. I really have a hard time accepting that you are gone!
I am older than you by nine years. I watched you grow up. In spite of tte age gap, or perhaps because of it, you and I became particularly close as we grew up together every passing year.
In 1981, you arrived at the University of Yaounde to study psychology; I arrived to teach law. You frequently stopped by my office at ‘le poulailler’ . You came “for wisdom”, you said. Our home was your ‘place of rest’. You often visited, among other reasons, to be treated to Sister Julie’s exquisite and delicious cuisine.
Afrer you graduated from the university in 1984 and did a short two-year stint at SONEL, you returned to Yaounde in 1986 to the more energized universe of the National Higher Police Academy to train as a Superintendent of Police. Here, I was your instructor in criminal law and criminal procedure.
By divine grace, our familial, social, and professional paths repeatedly crossed outside Cameroon. In October 2003, from New York I visited Kinshasa on a United Nations Development Programme mission. You were serving with the Cameroon contingent of the United Nations Police in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Your presence added spice and flare to my stay. You gave me a view of the DRC that made me less apprehensive when, eight years later, I was deployed to the UN Mission in that country as its Director of Political Affairs. Several years later, we served together in the United Nations Operation in Côte d’Ivoire. Whether in or outside Abidjan, with your outgoing personality, your penchant for adventure, your love of fun, and your indomitable spirit, your company was socially uplifting and professionally fulfilling.
I will never forget the day you returned to Abidjan from a mission in the countryside laden with bags of ‘safou’, the African ‘plum’. Farmers in the area had planted several acres of safou trees with a view to supplying the tropical fruit to a soap and oil factory that failed! Now they had no outlet for their crop as the safou fruit did not form a part of the Ivorian diet. You went to the homes of Cameroonians, Congolese, and Central Africans who were familiar with the safou but did not know that the fruit grew in Côte d’Ivoire. Soon, word spread that you had ‘discovered’ the safou in Côte d’Ivoire. This opened up a new market for ‘safou’ farmers and turned their agony into jubilation as your action created a reliable source of income for them and their families.
Commindant, my brother, in good times and in bad times, in my private life and in my professional career, you had my back. Your loyalty to me was unwavering. When I was wrong and someone else was right, you handed victory to that person without beating me down. You admonished without judging, scolded without condemning.
On the fateful afternoon of August 20th, I telephoned as I did from time to time to check on you at the hospital. Our brother Daddy Elombi took the call. He told me that your condition had taken a turn for the worse from the previous day. I asked him to turn his phone video screen on you. For a while, I watched you breathe labouriously. You did not respond when Daddy whispered in your ear that I wanted to talk to you. I suggested to Daddy that we give you time. You’d be better the following day, I hopefully said. This was my wish, but it was not to be.
Forty-five minutes after Daddy and I ended the call, you drew your last breath and reduced to nought the plans you and I had, the things we were going to do together, now that you’d followed me into the world of retirement as recently as April 2023. I was devastated!
It will be difficult to get over your passing, but I’m consoled that you’ve passed into Glory in the bosom of the Lord.
My image of you echoes the sentiments of other persons who knew you well. In announcing your untimely demise to your former colleagues, the leadership of MINUSCA, the last UN Mission in which you served, wrote:
“Emmanuel will be fondly remembered by his peers for his professionalism and braveness, unwavering commitment, his ever-smiling face, his kindness and generosity, his fatherly advice and guidance to colleagues, and his availability to serve and assist others. His departure so soon following his retirement last year leaves friends, colleagues, and family members in dismay and profound sadness".
That’s you, Commindant, my dear brother. Fare you well. May your angelic soul rest in perfect peace, until we meet again to part no more.
Sambvo
As l bid you farewell, l find myself not only mourning the loss of a friend but a guiding light in the lives of many.
You possess a rare combination of qualities that made you exceptional.
Your unwavering integrity, boundless compassion and your unwavering commitment to the principles of life
Your actions spoke volumes and your words resonated with sincerity.
You taught most of us the values of hard work and perseverance, instilling in us the belief that no dream is too big to pursue and no obstacle too daunting to overcome.
Beyond that, it was your character that truly set you apart.
I will miss your fun and jokes. Sometimes l ask myself if you didn't miss your profession.
You approached every intervention with warmth and generosity. The ability to listen without judgement and often guidance without hesitation was quite cherished by many, myself included.
Your legacy lives on a timeless grace.
Go well my brother and friend Sessekoh CD Emmanuel Enoh Ayompe. We shall meet to part no more.
CD you try ohh!
By Scott Ibrahim Mongkuo

Uncle Enoh............
Hardworking, jovial, humble, considerate, loving, kind! A family man. Too many pleasant encounters, with memories edged on my mind forever. I admired your relationship with your brother, my father and your mother, my grand mother. Watching you three interact was cinema worthy, unending comedy. Your presence was joyful. If anything brings me peace, three of you are together again in a short span of 5 years. May our good Lord repose your soul, your impact and footprints live on.
Gone but not forgotten, you will be truly missed. Rest in heavenly peace!
Your sister-niece, ~ Ayukmanyi ~

You were such a great inspirer everywhere you were and in almost every domain (professionally and socially). You were a friend, a colleague and a family member (big brother/father – Pa Emma-) to many who crossed your path. Two weeks ago, when I announced your demise in a shop in Bangui, all the workers started wailing and recounted to me how each time you visited the shop to buy something, they knew they were all going to receive a gift from you. That is the you that I have always known: too generous I always told you and in return you always said God provided for you, so you share with others.
You impacted the police nationally and globally as you moved around the world to train, test and recruit police officers to serve with the United Nations in several peacekeeping missions. Hundreds of them with whom I have been in touch mourn your early and untimely departure.
Lastly having known you for over four decades and living with you in the same house and sharing the same meals during the last five years of your professional life was one of the most rewarding things that ever happened to me. We were not housemates, colleagues or friends but rather big and small brother. I will miss you eternally. Four years ago, when I asked you why I have never seen you angry over the four decades we have known each other, your answer was, “Carlos, never give satisfaction to whoever provokes you to anger, because by so doing, you will assist him to attain his/her objective or goal. I have retained that and will till we meet to part no more.
Knowing you well, you should be out there already organizing things and creating fun and humor. Do keep it up so it prepares a better place for us when we finally arrive.
Go thee well and in peace Oga.
Charles Fomunyam (Carlos)
It's unbelievable that I am writing this tribute to my lovely Cousin-Brother. When I called him Serre, he would respond "Susu", with a big laughter, that would brighten up the room. He was very family orientated, kind, generous, full of energy, enjoyed life and had a carefree spirit and attitude towards life.
Uncle Enoh and myself had a special relationship because we grew up in the family compound in Nguti. As children, we enjoyed lots of fun together like; playing when the moon was up, listening to night time stories from our grandmother & other family members and going to the river for swimming.
We last met in December 2015 after many years of not seeing each other. We all decided to spend Christmas together at Dr & Mrs Munzu's residence. It was a lovely and fantastic family get together with so much to laugh about. We chatted about old memories in the days. He also visited us at Aunty Fanny's residence and suprised me with two beautiful "Wrapper Materials" which I cherished. After, we all travelled to our beloved village "Nguti" and had a wonderful and memorable celebration.
I am still shocked and devastated since we were informed about his demise. Nobody saw this coming and I am completely heartbroken. He will forever be missed and may his soul REST & REST IN OUR FATHER'S HOUSE. AMEN.🙏🏿🙏🏿❤❤
Emilia Eyabi-Hanson (Cousin-Sister)



Now Sesekou, I did showed you a parcel I had labelled your name on it that you will be the one to inherit it when I'm gone (death). Tell me brother, where should I keep it?
May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace.
Till we meet again.


Ayompe Raymonds and Family
A warrior like you has always gone to battles and returned victorious. That is why I fondly called you “spiritus”. You were always going and coming back full of life and with a load of incredible stories to tell. I fondly looked forward to your return during your short holidays.
What happened this time; my warrior and special brother in law? Your demise has put us into total confusion and disbelief.
We spoke with you a few days before your shocking demise, and you were in high spirit as usual, cracking jokes making everyone to laugh. Little did we know that it was just your last goodbye to us, you were an epitome of humility, selflessness, a generous and a good family man. You sacrificed a lot for your family and loved ones.
Warriors never quite until they complete their mission.
You fought a god fight.
You have left incredible memories in our hearts and they shall never fade.
May you gentle soul rest in perfect peace in the bosom of the Lord.
Rest in peace my dear friend and brother-in-law (spiritus).
YOUR SISTER IN LAW
AGI NYAKE

Oh, my beloved Uncle Enow. He left us too soon. He had a heart full of love for everyone, both big and small. I remember when he was in university and came home. He would always let us know what he wanted to eat. One time, we were preparing koki for him. It was still on the fire when he asked us to open it. We did as he asked, but it wasn't fully cooked yet, and we all had a good laugh.
I will never forget how proud I felt when he visited me at Big Manyemen General Hospital while working with the United Nations. He gave me and my friend five thousand francs that day. I thought, "How lucky am I to have a U.N. Uncle?"
He used to call me "Sister Maria." I remember one time when Auntie Joan and I prepared stew and brought it to him. He smiled and said, "I will eat stew in my house, and now in the village, you bring stew too?" Then he went into the room and brought out plums to enjoy with Ekoko instead.
Uncle Enow left behind a remarkable legacy. Now I ask myself, what will I leave behind? May he rest in perfect peace at the right hand of God.

The Iroko tree!!! The patriarch of our second-generation era!!! My anchor dad, there have not been any words sufficient to express. I remain grateful and comforted by how much you positively affected my life, family, and the community. Since 1998 late uncle Marc willed me to you and you whole heartedly accepted me as a bonus daughter with love and tenderness. You demonstrated to us all with great inspiration, and you will always remain our profound hero and role model. Papa, you were there for me when I needed you most, and your love has empowered my dreams today. “Oh! My father! Who never let me enter his house through the back door, even with my dirty shoes, as the front gates were always wide open for me.” Thank you for the unconditional and undivided love you showed towards us. Thank you for engraving us with the attitude of gratitude. Papa our last conversation in March of this year was geared towards December of 2024 so you can meet my children, I still have no answer to this failing plan. Papa, you are gone, but you remain in our hearts forever until we meet again. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Rest in perfect peace papa!
Agatha Allehnkwa Asopo

Your demise has left a deep hole in my heart. And this is not just my heart that has a hole it is all of yours as well.
Growing up, you were more than just an uncle, considering the intimate moments we spent together once the opportunity arose. Your light heartedness to the ups and downs along your path, your mastery of real-life story-telling, our social exploits, your determination to always evolve and most especially your humility notwithstanding the position you attained along your professional path. These were all lessons that help shape my view of life.
Having achieved so much, it would have been time for you to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labour.
Helas, God decided otherwise.........!!!! I am short of words and still in shock
You will be deeply missed, but never forgotten. Your memory will live on in our hearts and in the lives of all those you touched.
May you find rest in the bosom of the Almighty God, Amen
Dr Protus Arrey Tarkang (Nephew)

Commissaire was a remarkable man, a quiet soul with a powerful presence, he had a way of commanding respect without ever raising his voice. He was not just a powerful man in stature but a giant in heart.
When I lost my father, my world felt like it had shattered. In that darkest hour, my uncle stepped forward, taking charge with a grace that only he could muster. He became my anchor, guiding me through the
storm. His strength was a silent force, wrapping me in comfort and
reassurance when I needed it most.
Uncle,had a unique ability to connect with everyone, making each person feel valued and seen.
Today, as we say goodbye, let us remember not just his powerful presence but the depth of his love and the legacy of kindness he leaves behind. He taught us that strength is not only in power but also in compassion and connection. In our grief, let us find solace in the memories he created, the lessons he imparted, and the lives he touched.
Though he is no longer with us, his spirit lives on in each of us. Let us honor him by embodying the qualities he exemplified—strength in vulnerability, love in action, and an unwavering commitment to those we hold dear.
I Salute you Commissaire.
RIP Uncle.
Esapa Adjeli
You have indeed fought the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith. Now, a crown of righteousness awaits you. I pray for God's protection over your wife, children, and all the loved ones you leave behind.
Farewell, Commissaire, Farewell
Gracey

Your grand daughter,
Lai Nain Fultang

Your Daughter
Clarah Ayompe Fultang


‘Bobboh’ as we fondly called ourselves, I find it impossible to write a tribute dedicated to you because, I remain in denial that your journey to Turkey for treatment was one of no return. What a shock!!!
You did all you could to stop me from feeling the pain of your illness, by giving me on a weekly basis, a false impression and picture of your state of health.
Yes, until the last day before you went down to rise no more, you still gave me and the family hope that all was well.
Truly, you kept us away from suffering through the illness with you but you have left me and the family in an everlasting pain because, you did not deserve to die and not now.
We did not accompany you through your pain on the sick bed, but you have left us in agony and everlasting pain. Bobboh, why? Why? ……
The two of us grew up like twins from birth, through Primary and Secondary and University, education. We rushed back home to recount adventures in our different schools. We knew each other friends and life was so easy going with you as you protected me from the big bullies. You were my shield and fortress because I was good at causing trouble but very feeble to stand the revenge.
Our destinies were so interwoven to the extent that both of us got hired in SONEL after we graduated from the University, UNTIL destiny again separated us, as you left to pursue a career in the National Police Force and then the United Nations.
Bobbh, I had all your secrets, just as you had mine. We had our coded language both body and visual and we just moved without anyone suspecting whatsoever.
Bobboh, your excitement when I succeeded in the CAMEROON BAR ASSOCIATION EXAM was beyond measure. We were planning how to celebrate my admission in to the BAR when you return. Finally I did not celebrate that much awaited success because I was all alone. You forced me to celebrate in agony.
Our plans after retirement were very fascinating. We were planning to travel widely and enjoy ourselves, since the Ambazonian crisis was preventing us from going to Nguti.
What a hoax, you fooled me till the end, saying all is fine and you will be home soon. Yes!!!!! You finally came home even sooner, but in a casket. My Bobboh, I will never hear that special call again. Not on this universe, may be when we shall meet again to part no more
GO IN PEACE ‘Booboh’ AS I GROAN IN PAIN.
YOUR BOBBOH,
Barrister Uncle nyaks


Whenever you called me ‘Wife’, you would inquire about my health and that of the children going as far as asking what we had eaten that day. I remember once I told you we had just eaten “Njanga Rice” and you exclaimed What! That same day you made sure you sent us money as usual. Husband, tears will never stop flowing from my eyes for the care, love, generosity, humour, gentleness and that smile of yours.
Adieu my CD and SESSEKOU. May your soul find rest in your creator till we meet to part no more.
Martha Ayompe
Wife as you fondly called me

I remember when he came home on vacation
and taught us the song:
"I am a good shepherd,
My sheep I know them best,
They also know me best,
I am a good shepherd."
I also remember when he invited me to Garoua to spend time with him and his children while I was at the university, and his wife, Aunt Haddassah, was away at a seminar in Yaoundé. He made sure I was so comfortable, I didn’t even feel like going back to school!
The last time I saw him was in Nguti during the Njang family memorial celebration. He was the same person I’ve always known—bringing joy and laughter, brightening up the place with his presence.
Oh, dear Uncle, you left us too soon. When I visited Cameroon in February 2024, I had planned to visit you in Limbe, but sadly, it never happened. I regret not seeing you then.
Rest in peace, brother. You will forever be remembered.

Your passing away has left the entire family in shock and consternation.Mere words cannot express the pain and vacuum you have left which is irreplaceable.My memory of you dates as far back as when I was a kid growing up with you in Melen-Yaoundé.you were vibrant with an imposing personality,dering and adventurous.Never was there a dull moment in your presence.You kept everyone spell bound with your interesting stories and laughter.Your generosity knew no bounds,leaving everyone happy whenever you came back from your missions in Bangui,Congo or Côte d’Ivoire.Love for family was your priority.You fondly called me “aunty”Agie though a niece.
We shall miss the lovely fabrics from Congo or Côte d’Ivoire.who will come and collect your special koki corn,ekoko mbum,and kube vegetables made for you and kept in the freezer by your sister aunty Fanny?”make man nor touch dat koki for freezer,na for Uncle Enoh “.
You faced many challenges in life but over came them by God’s grace.Thank you for taking me to Garoua and Bafousam for the first time.Thank you for all the support.Your memory will be forever.
Adieu Daddy uncle Enoh .
“Aunty “Agie Agborsam.

As we scoul at the demise of our homeland where most homesteads are being consumed by vociferous termites, we remain so perplexed on its future. Baobabs have fallen, icons disappear and wisdom wasted to the grave.
Like all mortals, we have no reason to challenge our maker into any battle. We just say even during these gloomy moments, "Thank you Lord for the life of our brother, father, mentor and friend senior police superintendent, Sessekou, UNCLE ENOW". May the Almighty receive you well as the Limbo of B'Ebum cements your place among your forefathers and ancestors.
ADIEUX BIG BROTHER.
Dear Daddy,i have been numb since your passing. It's very unreal to me. I began to realize that it could be true when i needed to write a tribute to you my father. Daddy, i don't know where to start,i have so much to write about you,Daddy, it's just so difficult on me in this situation my heart is heavy,i would be able because right up til now i still bleed of your death.
Your wisdom,large collection of intellectual prowess and strict principles have been my guiding lamp as i navigate through different stages of life.
You were the most discipline and sincere, transparent and hard working man I knew. You wouldn't let us go to anyone for help,you provided for us even when the odds were against you.
You taught me how to rely on myself,and be positive in life. You made me to understand that hard work and dedication pay in the end. Daddy you once told me as you usually called me(uncle Elo, what i your father can't do for you,and you can't do it for yourself,never expect anyone one to do it for you). The word is just still fresh in my memory and sink deep in my heart.
If there are any human beings i have seen who live an exemplary life of Jesus Christ,is you Daddy.
You took it upon yourself to marry a wife for me, and gave us Divine Blessings in our new journey of life. That union has brought forth a beautiful baby girl, Daddy where're you to come carry your granddaughter and a precious gift Almighty God has given us.
Your kindness, generosity,and gold heart knows no bounds.
You have left a vacuum in my life that will never be filled again.
Rest In Peace Older Brother
Rest In Peace Sessekou
Pa Emmanuel Enoh Ayompe




It hurts so much that you are gone but I’m so thankful I had the pleasure of knowing you. Your “joie de vivre” was contagious and you were such a joy to be around. If I have to pen down who you were it’ll take forever. Uncle you were a GOOD MAN, a great husband to my aunt and an amazing dad to my cousins. Please watch over them for they have now gained an angel in heaven. Death always has some measure of sadness but a man who leaves a legacy never truly dies because his spirit, his words and his deeds are etched in the hearts of everyone who was fortunate enough to know him. I find solace in the fact that your life was a blessing and your memory a treasure.
In life we loved you, in death we love you still.
Rest on uncle Enoh.
Stella Nganje née Mbake

Honor, fun, love, humor, father, brother, uncle, commissaire, these are just some of the names we knew him by, and they are the roles in which we will remember him. But above all, he was a friend, a confidant, a source of strength, and someone we will carry in our hearts forever. He had personality, flair, and lit up every room with his laughter. His presence made everyone around him feel special. He was someone who cared deeply for his friends and family, and that care was returned by so many who were lucky enough to really know him.
He faced life’s challenges with a quiet, steady determination. No matter what he was going through, he always put others first, now I know, reassuring us with his smile and finding ways to make sure we were okay. He was a man who, even in the hardest of times like his last few months, made time for his loved ones.
I’m heartbroken that he’s gone so soon. I still vividly remember visiting him in May, just before his trip to Turkey. We sat in his Limbe home, sharing a meal of egusi pudding, and I can still see him pressing a glass of orange juice in his kitchen, sitting across from me. We laughed, we talked about family, friends, and his plans for retirement. He had so many dreams for us, so many things he wanted to do. I will never forget when he said, "By the time you people retire, some of us will be gone." I never imagined it would happen this soon.
To my commissaire, I want to say thank you, thank you for the love you gave, the lessons you taught, and the example you set. I will miss you every day, but I take comfort in knowing that your spirit lives on in the memories I cherish.
Rest in peace, reunited with Teh Elombi, Teh Takobi, Iye Batoso, Iye Agbenaga, Ihuan Nzo, and all our ancestors. Until we meet again, REST IN PEACE, YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.
On August 20, 2024, I lost not just an elder brother, but the most influential person in my life, my father, my mentor, and my confidante. The weight of this loss is something I struggle to put into words. I remember that day vividly; I was on my way to the hospital in Istanbul, full of hope that I would see him again. But instead, I was met with the most heartbreaking sight, my hero, my protector, lying lifeless in his hospital bed. The shock, the pain, it still lingers in my heart.
Daddy Commissaire wasn’t just my brother; he was everything to me. From the moment I was old enough to understand life’s challenges, he took me under his wing. He stepped into a role that few could, loving me with the strength of a father and the wisdom of a mentor. He didn’t just offer guidance; he opened doors I never thought possible. From Douala to Yaoundé, Garoua to Bafoussam to Limbe, wherever his life took him, he took me too, always making sure I had a place to call home. Every step of my journey, he was there, encouraging me, cheering me on, ensuring that I had the best opportunities in life.
He wasn’t just an elder brother; he was the father I lost too soon, the mentor who shaped my character, and the friend who knew my heart. He filled the void left by our parents with an unshakable love and devotion. His wisdom, kindness, and generosity weren’t just lessons; they were the very foundation upon which my life was built. When I needed advice, Daddy was always the first person I turned to. His voice, filled with calm reassurance, never wavered. No matter what life threw my way, he listened, he understood, and he guided me with a love that never diminished.
Losing him is a pain I can never fully describe, but even in this sorrow, I find strength in the memories we made. His laughter, his smile, the way he never hesitated to help anyone in need, these moments are treasures I carry with me. His legacy of love, selflessness, and unwavering support will live on in my heart for as long as I live.
Rest in peace, my dear brother, Daddy as we so fondly called you. Though your body has left this world, I know your spirit remains with me. You were my guide in life, and I trust that you will continue to guide me from above, just as you always have. I will love you forever and carry you in my heart until we meet again.

My dear Enoh, I am still processing...
It is still all so surreal! And my tears continue to well up as thoughts and memories invade me.
How I was looking forward to seeing you more often in this new phase of your retirement years. But alas! You fought well but God decided
otherwise.
We last met at your home in Limbe in September 2021. You were pleasantly surprised to see me after quite a few years. With a gasp of delight, you uttered “Big Mami”, as you fondly called me, and gave me a huge bear hug…And our catch-up chat, a little on in the afternoon, was filled with the usual conviviality, teasing and laughter which we had always been accustomed to with you. We had a great time together and I will hold that memory close to my heart.
As cousins growing up and spending time together in Douala, Yaoundé and Nguti, we had so much fun sharing experiences and strengthening our bonds. You were the “big brother” in our midst, at once the rebel and commander of sorts, setting those positive examples for us folks but also getting in and out of mischief in the most auspicious ways. Even then, you believed that there was nothing so monumental that could not elicit what you considered to be well-intentioned solutions, whether they were successful or not. You were a fighter, even then.
What can I say, dear Enoh? I will always cherish you for being caring, supportive, easy going, cheerful and dependable. The way in which many have felt comfortable with you and reassured by you have been a real testament to your genuinely pleasant charismatic pull, a testament to your sincerity and empathy, and equally to your generous, open spirit. Your keen sense of humor and those witty remarks of yours have always been classic Enoh-isms. And who can forget your trademark raspy-sounding infectious laughter, which would fill the room and get us all smiling and chuckling in amusement until, ultimately, cracking up with you too!
You were, indeed, one of a kind, Enoh. A real treasure. That’s irrefutable! You lived your best life, successfully balancing the demands of the challenging career that you revered and were proud of and the responsibilities of the loving and dutiful husband, father, and grandfather that you were at your core. What a wonderful blessing!
Now you are gone from us, and we miss you dearly. But you will never be forgotten by all those who have been touched by you.
Go Well and Rest in Peace with the Lord till we meet again…


You were such a kindhearted and generous person. We shall miss you greatly, but your Creator needs you more.
Rest on bro. Adieu.

You were a father to me, you always treated me like your daughter. For your grandchildren you have always been a great grandfather with unconditional love for them. You always answered present when they needed you.
We are devastated by your departure but only the Lord our God knows why he called you back to him. You remind us that down here, our life is little, I am happy to have shared part of your life with you, you who had the art of cultivating love and good humor, you made all these moments joyful and unique.
Rest in peace, Dear father. Your life lessons will stay with us for ever.
Esther, Your Daughter-in-law
As I reflect on Enoh’s remarkable journey, I am reminded of the day my siblings and I met him for the first time in Nguti. It was during the Easter break in 1976, when my father, Nzo Ekangaki, relocated us to Cameroun, specifically to Nguti, from London. We had not met some of our cousins till then, as we had been dispatched to London in 1971, straight from Yaounde.
We first met Nyake and his sisters, as well as late Ndip. We met Enoh a little later that holiday in Nguti. As he walked towards the house, one afternoon, while my siblings and I were at the front of the house with Ndip, he so reminded me of James Dean, playing the character of Jim Stark, in the movie ‘ Rebel without a cause’. Enoh had a bandana on his head, covered by a cap, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with a nonchalant attitude about him. He was a chain smoker at the time and he lit a cigarette in our presence. My first thought was ‘ …is he going to greet Papa dressed like that..?’ I later realised that greeting Papa had not crossed his mind at all.
Over the years, as we grew older, so did the bond between my siblings - Brun, Abie, Nas and I, grow even closer with Enoh, Nyake, Ndip and, eventually, Daddy. Enoh became the Big brother to us all as we spent a lot of quality time together during holidays in Nguti, Douala and Yaounde.
He was, definitely, a risk taker - always relentless in spirit, determined in character and fearless in action. He was also the Big brother who always had our backs.
Enoh had an innate ability to connect with people of all walks of life. His empathy knew no bounds - he listened, thought and acted. Whenever he thought we were talking rubbish, he would have a smirk on his face and sometimes shake his head while waiting for us to finish our sentence, before telling us what he thought, starting off with ‘…. mmmmm ah
sehhh…’ His sense of humour and ‘ joie de vivre’ were contagious. He had a unique way of stirring up laughter in us all, even in the midst of despair, through stories, anecdotes and jokes that so easily came to his mind. There was always something to laugh at while in his presence. These traits are what drew so many to him.
Even as he faced his final battle with, seemingly, quiet resolve, he never ceased to care about the feelings and emotions of his loved ones, family and friends. The one thing Enoh never wanted, most of all, was for anyone to worry about him. It is a testament of his extraordinary resilience.
I remember my last visit to Limbe before he left for Turkey. Memorable, indeed, as we spent time at his place chatting away about his experiences in Central African Republic and Kosovo with the UN Civilian Police, his upcoming trip to Turkey and his plans for a consultancy on his return, all, while eating plums.
All of a sudden, he looked at me and asked, ‘ Ah sehhh, you cam with ya moto?’ to which I responded, ‘ Yes’. He then instructed me, saying, ‘ Make ah change close so you take me go town. Ah wan do sontin.’ On our way, he asked me to stop at the Ecobank ATM in Tradex, Isokolo. On his return to the car, he handed CFAfrs 50,000 to me. When I asked him what it was for, he responded, while rummaging through his small bag, ‘ … na for you…..Ah never ever give you sontin.’
Confused , I said it wasn’t necessary and he, immediately, rebuked me saying, ‘ because you get man weh di give you money ya brother no fit give you money? Take am shidon quiet..’ to which I burst out laughing, as he also happily smiled. On our way back from town, he reminisced on his life and told me that he was grateful to God for many things, especially his marriage to Haddasah, saying he would never have achieved what he had in Cameroon in terms of raising his children and all his investments, were it not for his wife, due to the fact that he was hardly around. I told him how happy I was for him and joined him in thanking God for this blessing. I dropped him off, telling him we would stay in touch on whatsapp before his departure for Turkey and during his stay there. Unbeknownst to me, I would never see him again.
As I bid farewell to you, Enoh, know that your absence I deeply feel and your presence I greatly miss. Your countless stories and jokes that brought tears to our eyes, due to so much laughter, will never be heard again. My visits to spend time with you in your home in Limbe, listening to your stories while sharing mealtime with you, will never happen again. What an unbelievable thought!! You were my Big brother, my friend- funny, daring and very protective, one of the great PILLARS in our family. My consolation is that you have left me with wonderful memories that always bring a smile to my face. Your journey on earth has ended, but your spirit and legacy will live on. You were well loved by us all to NEVER be forgotten.
Fare thee well, Enoh. May your eternal rest in the Lord be sweet.
Jacquie Mukete




Your Daughter
Becky Ayompe.
(Bébé)


“L’homme”, as I called him, was a ‘big brother’ to me. We first met one fine day in November 1986, our first day at the Ecole Nationale Supérieure de Police in Yaoundé. As fate would have it, we ended up sharing the same room in the Ecole de Police dormitory and instantly bonded as brothers, sitting on the same desk and bench in class. We graduated together 36 years ago, on July 22nd, 1988.
We shared the same first name – Emmanuel, and we grew closer with fond memories as the years went by. Emmanuel was full of life, always happy and pleasant to be around.
Interestingly, we ended up later in life working in the same organization—the United Nations Department of Safety and Security—and even though stationed in different countries, we stayed in touch and met from time to time in conferences and workshops.
We last met in Brindisi, Italy, in June 2022 for a UNDSS workshop. As lovers of good food, it was unsurprising that we ate, had some excellent wine, and enjoyed time with each other.
I remember our last conversation early this year when he offered guidance to me on Retirement and Pension-related issues; little did I know that it was the last time we would talk. His untimely death has broken our hearts.
May our cherished memories of him bring us peace, comfort, and strength today and always.
May the sorrow in our hearts be lightened by the love surrounding us.
I wish you all peace and strength during this difficult time.
Emmanuel Luma Monjimbo
Principal Security Adviser (Director)
United Nations Department of Safety and Security (UNDSS)
Juba, South Sudan




We are in tears, we are crying bitterly because we have lost a true legend and a general in our family. We call you uncle, but in truth you were the true definition of a father to all of us. I remember when I had an accident with ET in 2010. You called me and told me I couldn't die by accident because we don’t die by accidents in our family - that was truly a father. You were a mentor, I remember you giving me advice on my career path. Your hard work and sacrifice showed us that there was no room for failure in our family. You were uncle the giver, uncle 10000FCFA if I may call you. Every time I met my Uncle Enoh, apart from the joy that Uncle brought, there was an added joy because I was sure to go back with a new 10000FCFA note in my pocket. Believe me, 10000 FCFA was not easy to get back then. Uncle Enoh had a Divine calling which was to make people happy and the truth is that he never got tired of fulfilling that calling.Uncle, you were a blessing to us. The sacrifice and love you showed us will forever remain in our memories. I am glad to be living in a time like this, I am glad to be living in the time of Uncle Enoh who is not only our father and uncle but a true legend in the family. God bless your soul uncle and you will be greatly missed.


always saw the jovial and happy uncle Enoh.It hurts to accept the reality that I’ll no longer see all of these coming from you anymore but one thing is for sure;your soul is resting in peace in the kingdom of the almighty.Till we meet again dearest uncle,Rest in perfect peace.

Very cheerful,jaunty and full of life.He always kept the environment fun and comfortable.He was a very generous man who loved assisting people even without them asking him for aid.The memories we shared with you will never be forgotten.Thank you for being part of our family.Forever in our hearts Uncle Enoh.Adieu

Rest in peace, my dear brother, Ayompe. Your memory will forever be a blessing.
The Lord has called you back to Him, and while it breaks me, I know there's nothing anyone can do to change it. I carry countless memories of you, and I’m sure many others do too. If I were to recall them all, I’d run out of space, but there’s one that always soothes my heart when I think of you.
I remember the day you came to my house in Messa, straight from Ecole de Police Tchinga, bursting with excitement like a child on Christmas morning. You were glowing with pride when you said, “Maman, if the Almighty gives me nothing else in this life, it’s okay—I have everything I need and want now.” I was puzzled, and then you explained: you had just been admitted to Ecole de Police.
You were so proud, and I can say, along with many of your colleagues, that you were one of the best at what you did. I’m comforted knowing you lived a life you loved, a life that suited you perfectly.
Rest in peace, my Filston, until we meet again.

Daddy was a man of great heart and endless generosity. He had a unique way of making everyone feel cherished, always ready with a smile or a helping hand. His wisdom guided us through many challenges, and his stories filled our lives with laughter and meaning.
He was a pillar of strength in our family, and his presence brought comfort and joy to all who knew him. Though he has left this world, the love and memories he gave us will remain forever.
Rest well, Daddy. You will always be missed, and never forgotten.

