Jacinta Satia - Online Memorial Website

My dear Auntie Cinta, how I miss your beautiful smile, warm spirit, and positivity. You are gone too soon. I cannot forget how proud you were when I was Miss Cameroon USA! Rest easy. Love you!

Vinielle Achankeng Acha-Morfaw

My dear antie Cinta, although we did not spend much time together on this Earth, the times I did come in your presence were filled with warmth and grace. Your smile is the one thing I always remember when your name comes to mind. Now that you've gone, you are now at peace with the lord. Take care. But it is not farewell, for we will all see you again one day.

Love, Raisa

Tribute to Cinta.

Cinta has been more of a sister than a friend to me. I cannot state when the friendship started; we met in Okoyong; she was a class behind me; she was in Lourdes house and I was in Mount Carmel house; we did not really have any situation where we could be together, but somehow, we were drawn to each other.  We had an acceptance of each other, which was amazing to me; very little frustration towards each other and a lot of appreciation for the little things in life. We argued, but without any bitterness, each person making an effort to understand the other, for in many ways, we were very different persons.

I was given the opportunity to name one of my sisters when I was in Form 5, and I named her after Jacinta. My mother became very drawn to Cinta, and they both shared a bond I never understood. I believe my mother saw in Cinta, everything she wanted in a daughter that I did not have. They looked out for each other in many ways and various occasions in their lives.

Cinta was a very introspective person; very private and also very friendly. She would examine all the options of a situation before making a conclusion or taking a decision, and once she took a decision, she held herself accountable for the consequences, both positive and negative.

She endured her illness with stoicism. I would never know from talking on the phone, the extent of her pain. Her voice carried a lot of energy and enthusiasm that was reassuring and comforting, creating in me the believe and hope that she was getting better. One time I visited her in Kumba when she was already wheel-chair bound, she walked me to the verandah of the house, and I teared up with joy. She asked why I was in tears and I told her I was very glad to see her walking and standing. That’s how determined and optimistic Cinta was about getting well again. She always made a lot of effort to overcome her pain and not give in to her weakening body. Cinta expressed immense gratitude for all the care, love, support both financially and morally that she received from friends and family, and would talk about it whenever I visited her. She demonstrated a lot of faith and courage in her illness. I have learned many lessons from her life. I will miss her very much. May her Soul rest in Peace.

Perpetua Ngengwe nee Fankam.

My earliest memories of auntie Cinta go back to my early childhood, when my dad and I lived with her for a while. I still remember the neighborhood - Cite Verte in Yaoundé. She welcomed us into her home for as long as we needed and I was particularly giddy when Philip was born. Like many young children, I wished for a sibling and when Philip was born it felt like I had a baby brother for a while! During the last couple of years, I was lucky enough to speak with auntie on the phone and although she was battling for her health, she was always in great spirits during our calls. The sum total of our time together on this planet was short, but I know that her energy lives on and I take comfort in that.

I know what you must be saying, "God wanted me now. He set me free! Why are you so sad Tchamda? We talked about this. You know how I felt.” I am sad because your voice, your smile, your laugh, your hugs and your kisses I will miss. Your parting has left a void. Memories of you in my heart will be held onto so tightly. No words that I can write will be able to express how much I love you, how much I miss you or how I will feel everyday with this pain. The love you had for me was given to me to last and it is that love I will keep until I see you again! Rest peacefully Auntie Cinta! 

All my love,  
Tchamda 


 

I remember the first time I met Auntie Cinta, Melanie and Phil. I remember we stayed with you all in Bamenda, and Auntie Cinta made some really good food.

I remember arriving in Pennsylvania one Christmas, and I didn't know you would be there, Auntie Cinta. It had been so many years, and you looked familiar but I didn't know who you were at first. It was such a great Christmas, and Auntie Mauritia was there too! I miss you both :)

I remember how positive and grateful you were when we spoke on your birthday and we prayed together.

Thank you, Auntie, for the memories :)

Xoxo

QAI

No matter how well you think you prepare yourself to say goodbye, when it is time it still hurts. I thank God for the time we spent together in Kumba, albeit all too short. For the smiles, the laughs, and the stories we shared. Remebering how we upset Philip during Grandma's cry die that he took off on foot - to walk back to Bamenda! For reiterating and emphasizing the proper pronunciation of Melanie's name. In case you were wondering - it is NOT the french pronunciation. It is to be pronounced the Anglophone way! I thank God for the new relationships - your chance to meet your moyo, Josh, and for me to meet my long lost brother, Xavier. Just as I cried the day we left Kumba, so I am crying now. Only, these tears are not the same. Although I am sad I will no longer hear you say, "I know, right?" I am comforted knowing you are now free of the pains of this world. May you live this next life in your truest form. I love you, Auntie Cinta. Always have, and always will. Forever and always.

Sheeba

CINTA, God knows best what went down.  I know we did not have enough time together but all times and seasons are controlled by God.  With the strong Faith you had, you encouraged lots.

Know I love you for all eternity.  Rest in Peace and Greet All!!! 

Electa.

CINTA, as I normally called you.  I cannot believe that you have left us so soon.  I never foresaw this but it did happen according to God's WILL.

All I have to say is farewell.  I love you but God loves you most.  You shall forever remain in my heart.

REST CINTA, REST IN THE PEACE OF THE LORD until we meet again on the Resurrection day to part no more.  ADIEU CINTA.  MAGDALENE

TRIBUTE  TO OUR DEAR JACINTA SATIA

Oh! Cinta, dear sister, dear friend!

Where do we start from? It is so hard to believe that you are gone for good-physically separated from us. It is even harder and heavier to think about writing a tribute to you.

Yes, when you left Bamenda for Kumba in Oct 2015, you promised to come back for a send-forth mass and party early in 2016. We hoped for a long time that you would come but your health situation could not permit you. Whenever any of us called you or visited you in Fiango- Kumba, your cheerfulness and renewed hope- as you were generally positive, talking intelligently and coherently with a strong voice, encouraged us. Because of who you had been to us, we took it as a point of duty to keep in touch with you, individually and collectively. We always saw and felt the upliftment that our interactions brought you.

Dear Cinta, you were in OPSA Bamenda chapter from 1985 to 2015-thirty years of togetherness, warmth, collaboration, sharing our ideas worries, joys, care laughter and love. Even before you were president of the branch in 1996, you were always on the exco. Your three terms of office as president saw remarkable improvement in many domains, as you used your expertise and ingenuity as a seasoned counselor to bring innovations and encouragement to members in various spheres of life. Only a genuinely pertinent reason kept you away from an OPSAN meeting- branch or national- and each time you were not there your absence was felt. Most of us were your personal friends.

Cinta we were proud to hear you over CRTV Bamenda in the late 80s when you ran the program “Choosing a Career”. Most of us followed happily because we knew that the program would help to shape the lives of many young Cameroonians then. When you parish chair person of All Saints’ Parish Bayelle and an outstandingly active member of the Laity  Council of the Archdiocese of Bamenda, we always wished that all who saw you work and heard your speeches in the cathedral could just know that you were an OPSAN. You made us proud and thankful to Almighty God- as you tried in various ways to preserve and uphold the wonderful virtues and values we were thought in Q.R.C Okoyong.

Cinta, you never hesitated to point out or correct whatever you noticed- from your discernment was out of place and to you, it was not because everyone was saying or doing a wrong thing that the thing became right. You were out-spoken.

We thank God for your life Cinta. Truly we will miss you for a very long time. Looking at the way you left us we are very convinced that we have another Jacinta who is a new saint in heaven. May the Lord in His infinite mercy really grant you a place in His kingdom of everlasting joy.

May Mother Mary, Queen of the Holy Rosary receive you.

Rest in peace Cinta and intercede for OPSANS. ADIEU!

Assoua Rosaline Elate ( on behalf of OPSA-Bamenda)