Vanessa Vanessa. That is how you used to call me. Through your teachings and caring, positive attitude you changed my life from nothing to something. Through you I understood that life is full of suprises and that to be someone in life I should learn how to forgive and be prayerful, for all good things come from above .
Oh! mummy I will miss you every second of my life. The least I can do now is to pray for you .
R.I.P Sweet mother.
Vanessa Demassa
My Auntie Cinta returned to Cameroon from the USA in the 1970’s and came home to K’ Town, and mentioned pina colada as her favorite drink. Pina what? I had never heard of that drink before then. So, somehow in our little K' Town I had my first taste of the cocktail and liked sharing that moment with her. That was just a moment in a lifetime of memories to hold on to.
I have so many memories of you, Auntie Cinta. It's not like I didn't know this day was coming. I knew, I prayed hard and continuously for healing. I hoped, and prayed more with anticipation. Surely, this time, God will do this for me. After all, she was young, vibrant, cheerful, and full of encouragement. Surely God would spare her. If not for her sake or for the sake of her kids, perhaps for mine. He would not just continue to take from me the ones that are closest to me, or would He?
You were the young Matriarch of the family, a role you easily owned, stepping to the plate when no one else was there. Family meant so much to you, and you worked hard to uphold family values, unite family, upkeep family property, simply love and be kind.
I love you so much, and will not say good bye. I am sure of where you are, waiting for the rest of us. We will meet again. Have fun in heaven. Sing, sing, sing. The choirs of Heaven are richer because you have joined them. Sing on Auntie, sing on.
Love you much.
MC
