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To Dr Ludwig Nsang Metuge
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Prof. Emeritus Carl M.F. MBOFUNG
I write this with a heavy heart to pay tribute to a Christian brother and friend, Dr LUDWIG NSANG METUGE whom I came to know and work with at different levels in the late eighties when I returned to Cameroon and was employed in the University Centre Ngaoundere where he was already working as a lecturer of the English language. In addition to being a coworker, I found Ludwig to be a devout Christian family man whose unshakable faith served as guidance in many facets of his life. At our first meeting, we found out that we were both Christians of the Presbyterian background and his father like mine had not only served as a clergy in the then Basel Mission Church (now Presbyterian Church in Cameroon) but coincidentally had been born the first name ISAAC, and so it was common to hear him or me call him over the phone, Son of Isaac, in the cherished memory of that common names of our fathers. At the time of our first meeting, there was no Presbyterian Church in Ngaoundere but as the Lord will have it the EELC (Eglise Evangelique du Cameroun) graciously provided part of a building which was named the English-speaking congregation of the EELC where their American missionaries administered the word of God to almost all Anglophones living and working Ngaoundere then. With him and several other faithful, we actively participated in different administrative and evangelistic activities of the EELC in the company of several American Pastors who were regularly posted to work in our congregation. Eventually, the English Congregation of the EELC became known as the Cross and Crown Congregation (CCC) of the EELC and even acquired a property on which a modern church house was constructed thanks to the generous funding from a faithful missionary family in the USA and the active participation of the members of the Congregation. Another noteworthy memory of the activities of that Congregation in which Ludwig played a very significant pioneering role in the vineyard of the Lord in Ngaoundere was his contributions to the birth and running of the yearly celebration of EASTER which became known by the French acronym, FESPAQ. – a Christian evangelical event that came to be a household name in Ngaoundere and beyond and that brought participating choirs, and men of God from within and without Cameroon. It cannot be gainsaid that the roles he played in the CCC contributed to bringing many to Christ. In all, Ludwig showed determination and resiliency in tasks he had to accomplish demonstrating, as it were, the principles of his Christian belief and unshakeable faith in God while carrying out his assignment, his administrative, and his professional duties. At this point, while we cannot but regret and moan the departure of our friend, husband, father, and coworker, we thank God for the life he gave him and the legacy he has left behind. May his spirit of a committed and loving Christian family man continue to lead and inspire all who loved and admired him, and may he find eternal peace in the arms of the Almighty. Amen.
Dr Jey Ngole
Goodbye, Pa Nsang! Adieu, Dr Ludwig Nsang Metuge, aka Pa Nsang! What is in the name? Your intrinsic qualities were telling that you could not be known by any other name but by the poignant Bakossi word, Nsang (=PEACE, when directly translated into English). Broadly speaking, you were a most honorable uncle, and more importantly, in practice, you drew me so close to you as an adored younger brother and a laudable mentor. Your love for your family and its progress on every front, as I witnessed firsthand, was admirable. The moments we shared over the years together with your dear wife and wonderful children will be forever cherished. The bond you and I shared, founded on mutual respect and admiration, was stitched across the spectrum spanning our passionate love for our beloved village, Ngombombeng, to our shared fascination with the benefits of education, in the widest sense, and how such tenets could be leveraged to inspire the sons and daughters of our Muasundem clan, in Kupe Muanenguba. With a sharp intellect, you would often articulate the required vision with unparalleled wit. You often enthralled me with your deep knowledge of, and the expressive ability for, Bakossi adages, often aptly applied to set the scene with much aura and audience captivation. I was in high school when you first registered an indelible mark on my educational journey and subsequent career path. My reminders to you of your contagious kindness were naturally met with a mix of humility and a deserved sense of fulfilment. Oh, how you are missed! During your extended stay in the USA, a week never passed by without us “following up” on pertinent matters concerning the wellbeing of our beloved village. Oftentimes, you were in discomfort, yet our discussions of immeasurable value arguably masked any signs of your unwellness. Together, we laid the foundation for the establishment of a pre-school nursery in our Ngombombeng village and inspired the recording of key aspects of our village ancestry. Furthermore, with your visionary Presidency of the village development of the association, Ngocuda, we conceptualised a village development roadmap that you duly entrusted to me to delicately uphold with the assured support of your surviving immediate loved ones. Even as you rest in peace profound, we maintain unwavering faith that the good Lord Himself will resource the realisation of your noble wishes. On the morning of your final return home from the USA, you called from Douala to inform me of your safe arrival. I had a few lingering inquisitions, aroused by your return in the evidently distressing state of health. I hesitated and instead insisted you take some necessary rest with a view for me to reach out to you the next day. When I called as agreed, you were unreachable. I held my breath. Then, a few days later, I was notified that the Lord had beckoned you into His mansion yonder. To say the news was heart-rending is an understatement. Goodbye Pa Nsang. With love beyond measure, Dr Jey Ngole London, UK
Mengang Me-Nsope
Pa Metuge, I remember the first time we spoke on the phone, like it was yesterday. I called you to get your permission to ask your daughter if she would marry me. I wasn't very sure what to expect. You assured me that things would be okay as you gave me your blessings. We spent most of the conversation talking about my late father. You said you had met him briefly and shared a meal and some drinks at his request. That was some 'donkey' years ago. It meant so much to me to hear you speak of him with so much respect. That drew me even closer to you. We came to know each other more every time you were able to visit. I remember most fondly your visit to Lake Wylie, SC, and all those times we spent in the garage together talking about my tools. It made me especially happy when you complimented my cooking and saw how much you would enjoy every time I grilled some meat for you. Then it was the 'turning-planty' I had made when SOBA Carolina came for a visit. You were pleasantly surprised I knew my way around the kitchen, and you called me a 'jack of all trades.' I liked it. I remember the few shopping experiences we shared in Lake Wylie, SC. You still had all your strength. I remember some of our funny-men-chats, especially the ones you never wanted me to share with my wife- 🙂 I kept my promise. I felt it was an honor the few times you asked me to trim and dye your hair and remember all the things we talked about during the hair sessions. I realized cutting your hair meant something special to you. I started to feel like I had a father again. I will keep the best moments with me forever - our Red Christmas of 2021. During all the singing sessions in the basement, when the kids made their presentations, your feedback was always special. I will always remember one of your favorite Makossa slow songs by Gauthi Helle -A Moumi" -how much we listened to and replayed the video on YouTube. I remember when you came with us to see Dembo's school superintendent. It meant so much to me that you would volunteer even with the heavy rain. The kids already miss you so much. Maiimou will not forget the songs you taught her. Journey well, Pa Metuge, until we meet again. Your son-in-law, Mengang Me-Nsope USA
Rosemary Metuge
You are at peace, your soul at rest, but that won't stop the tears, knowing I won't see nor talk to you anymore as I remember the special time you shared with your grandkids and me. Papa, you taught and showed me how to be a loving mom and a wife; you are always there to listen whenever I need someone to talk to. You always know the right words to use, which was always comforting and encouraging. I know we will often argue, make jokes, and laugh it out; you were the most easygoing person I have ever encountered. Not being here will be hard, but I will always remember your advice, kind words, and all the Happy memories we shared together. Papa, I will always remind your grandchildren how much you love and pray for them, especially on their birthday days. You were the best granddad, and they won't forget that. You always appreciate the little effort I make to make you feel happy. Farewell, Papa, till we meet again. Love you! Your daughter-in-law, Rosemary Metuge.
Emilia Metuge
Words can't express how much I miss you, Papa. I knew a day like this would come, but I did not see it coming this soon; in all, I still praise God for making my path cross with a Man like you. You showed me so much love and kindness that made us bond so well. I could tell you anything, and you were always there to listen to me and encourage me, especially when I was down. You always taught me to be good and always treat people right, no matter the situation. You were so peaceful and loving that anyone who met you always wanted to spend more time with you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to reciprocate the love you showed me. I now listen to my ancient Makossa alone, but I am glad I have those good memories we shared, enjoying those videos together. You shared a lot with me, and by God's Grace, your "Queen of Ngombombeng," as you called me, will make them happy. Oh, how I miss our little arguments, meals together, the games with the kids, the choir time, Oh my Papa, this list can go on and on. The day you called and said you wanted to talk to your sister Epolle, I knew something wasn't right, but again, I still had faith. The kids miss you. Estelle will grow up knowing how wonderful you were. You ran a good race, and my heart is at peace because I know you are in a better place. Though I mourn, I am glad I have lots of beautiful memories, and whenever I think of you, I smile and not cry. Rest well in the bosom of our maker until we meet again. Miss you dearly, Papa, Your daughter-in-law, Emilia Metuge
Ebude Metuge
My dear Papa, it is with a heavy heart that I write this tribute. Your demise has come so fast that I didn't have enough time to live with you as a daughter. The brief moment we spent together taught me a lot. The way you enjoyed my cooking always made me feel doubly special. I never felt like a daughter-in-law with you. As far as you were concerned, I was your little "Ebus." It's heartbreaking. I will never hear you call me that way again. There was always something to learn with you. You were either giving me counsel or praising me. I thank God for allowing me to enjoy your warmth, openness, and fatherly love. Though all of these were brief, they were very impactful, and the memory will forever linger in my mind. Thank you for being so kind and intentionally loving me. I thank God for the fruitful life you lived here on earth. Rest in peace, Papa, and continue to watch over us, your family, until we meet again. Your daughter-in-law, Ebude Metuge
Gladys
My dearest Grandpa, I remember when we sang songs together, like the Bakossi song for babies. I remember when we would play soccer in the yard and in the summer when we would play cards. Every time at night, I would give you a hug. When the family came, we would be with each other and have conversations. I remember the memory verse you taught me, psalm 23, verses 1-6: "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the House of the Lord forever." When I am afraid, I will remember this psalm and seek shelter in the Lord. You are the best Grandpa. Your Granddaughter, Gladys.
Dembo
Grandpa loved to make me laugh. My grandpa was funny. He taught me a fun song in our dialect. I sometimes like to act silly and have fun when I sit on my grandpa’s lap. I liked it when we played soccer. Grandpa was very kind, and my birthday was close to Grandpa’s birthday. You were really cool and wore cool glasses, Grandpa. We had fun together. My. Grandpa’s favorite color was blue. Grandpa loved hugs. I miss him. I love you, Grandpa. Your grandson, Dembo
Brielle, Janelle, Estelle
To our Grandpa “Iowa” Thank you for loving us unconditionally. We miss you playing soccer and Monopoly with Us. We also miss you teaching us all the songs, especially the ones in Bakossi. We will forever miss you, papa. We love you.
Mercy
My heart has been left broken and still in shock since the day you had to go. You loved me unconditionally and taught me how to live with kindness and the true meaning of family. You were always there to guide and direct me each step of my life. You did your best to make sure I never lacked or complained. You have always appreciated my hard work and services while at home. I'm a strong woman today, all thanks to you. Your presence in my life was a gift, and I will always cherish the memories of you. I will deeply miss your voice, jokes, and all the happy moments we shared. Even though you are gone, I know your love for me will continue to live on in my heart forever. Rest on, my beloved papa. Your adopted daughter, Mercy
William Ekane
I have known the late Dr. Ludwig Nsang for over 25 years as a friend and colleague. Our relationship grew more intimate when he moved to the United States. As a pastor, he shared his pain and suffering. We always prayed for whatever situation he was going through. He was a man of noble character, soft-spoken, tender hearted, and totally dedicated to Jesus. He demonstrated the capacity to forgive those who hurt him deeply. I will miss our time of sharing the scriptures on the phone. One thing is certain, I will see him someday at the feet of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! 🙏
Dr Jey Ngole
Goodbye, Pa Nsang! Adieu, Dr Ludwig Nsang Metuge, aka Pa Nsang! What is in the name? Your intrinsic qualities were telling that you could not be known by any other name but by the poignant Bakossi word, Nsang (=PEACE, when directly translated into English). Broadly speaking, you were a most honorable uncle, and more importantly, in practice, you drew me so close to you as an adored younger brother and a laudable mentor. Your love for your family and its progress on every front, as I witnessed firsthand, was admirable. The moments we shared over the years together with your dear wife and wonderful children will be forever cherished. The bond you and I shared, founded on mutual respect and admiration, was stitched across the spectrum spanning our passionate love for our beloved village, Ngombombeng, to our shared fascination with the benefits of education, in the widest sense, and how such tenets could be leveraged to inspire the sons and daughters of our Muasundem clan, in Kupe Muanenguba. With a sharp intellect, you would often articulate the required vision with unparalleled wit. You often enthralled me with your deep knowledge of, and the expressive ability for, Bakossi adages, often aptly applied to set the scene with much aura and audience captivation. I was in high school when you first registered an indelible mark on my educational journey and subsequent career path. My reminders to you of your contagious kindness were naturally met with a mix of humility and a deserved sense of fulfilment. Oh, how you are missed! During your extended stay in the USA, a week never passed by without us “following up” on pertinent matters concerning the wellbeing of our beloved village. Oftentimes, you were in discomfort, yet our discussions of immeasurable value arguably masked any signs of your unwellness. Together, we laid the foundation for the establishment of a pre-school nursery in our Ngombombeng village and inspired the recording of key aspects of our village ancestry. Furthermore, with your visionary Presidency of the village development of the association, Ngocuda, we conceptualised a village development roadmap that you duly entrusted to me to delicately uphold with the assured support of your surviving immediate loved ones. Even as you rest in peace profound, we maintain unwavering faith that the good Lord Himself will resource the realisation of your noble wishes. On the morning of your final return home from the USA, you called from Douala to inform me of your safe arrival. I had a few lingering inquisitions, aroused by your return in the evidently distressing state of health. I hesitated and instead insisted you take some necessary rest with a view for me to reach out to you the next day. When I called as agreed, you were unreachable. I held my breath. Then, a few days later, I was notified that the Lord had beckoned you into His mansion yonder. To say the news was heart-rending is an understatement. Goodbye Pa Nsang. With love beyond measure, Dr Jey Ngole London, UK
Mengang Me-Nsope
Pa Metuge, I remember the first time we spoke on the phone, like it was yesterday. I called you to get your permission to ask your daughter if she would marry me. I wasn't very sure what to expect. You assured me that things would be okay as you gave me your blessings. We spent most of the conversation talking about my late father. You said you had met him briefly and shared a meal and some drinks at his request. That was some 'donkey' years ago. It meant so much to me to hear you speak of him with so much respect. That drew me even closer to you. We came to know each other more every time you were able to visit. I remember most fondly your visit to Lake Wylie, SC, and all those times we spent in the garage together talking about my tools. It made me especially happy when you complimented my cooking and saw how much you would enjoy every time I grilled some meat for you. Then it was the 'turning-planty' I had made when SOBA Carolina came for a visit. You were pleasantly surprised I knew my way around the kitchen, and you called me a 'jack of all trades.' I liked it. I remember the few shopping experiences we shared in Lake Wylie, SC. You still had all your strength. I remember some of our funny-men-chats, especially the ones you never wanted me to share with my wife- 🙂 I kept my promise. I felt it was an honor the few times you asked me to trim and dye your hair and remember all the things we talked about during the hair sessions. I realized cutting your hair meant something special to you. I started to feel like I had a father again. I will keep the best moments with me forever - our Red Christmas of 2021. During all the singing sessions in the basement, when the kids made their presentations, your feedback was always special. I will always remember one of your favorite Makossa slow songs by Gauthi Helle -A Moumi" -how much we listened to and replayed the video on YouTube. I remember when you came with us to see Dembo's school superintendent. It meant so much to me that you would volunteer even with the heavy rain. The kids already miss you so much. Maiimou will not forget the songs you taught her. Journey well, Pa Metuge, until we meet again. Your son-in-law, Mengang Me-Nsope USA
Rosemary Metuge
You are at peace, your soul at rest, but that won't stop the tears, knowing I won't see nor talk to you anymore as I remember the special time you shared with your grandkids and me. Papa, you taught and showed me how to be a loving mom and a wife; you are always there to listen whenever I need someone to talk to. You always know the right words to use, which was always comforting and encouraging. I know we will often argue, make jokes, and laugh it out; you were the most easygoing person I have ever encountered. Not being here will be hard, but I will always remember your advice, kind words, and all the Happy memories we shared together. Papa, I will always remind your grandchildren how much you love and pray for them, especially on their birthday days. You were the best granddad, and they won't forget that. You always appreciate the little effort I make to make you feel happy. Farewell, Papa, till we meet again. Love you! Your daughter-in-law, Rosemary Metuge.
Emilia Metuge
Words can't express how much I miss you, Papa. I knew a day like this would come, but I did not see it coming this soon; in all, I still praise God for making my path cross with a Man like you. You showed me so much love and kindness that made us bond so well. I could tell you anything, and you were always there to listen to me and encourage me, especially when I was down. You always taught me to be good and always treat people right, no matter the situation. You were so peaceful and loving that anyone who met you always wanted to spend more time with you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to reciprocate the love you showed me. I now listen to my ancient Makossa alone, but I am glad I have those good memories we shared, enjoying those videos together. You shared a lot with me, and by God's Grace, your "Queen of Ngombombeng," as you called me, will make them happy. Oh, how I miss our little arguments, meals together, the games with the kids, the choir time, Oh my Papa, this list can go on and on. The day you called and said you wanted to talk to your sister Epolle, I knew something wasn't right, but again, I still had faith. The kids miss you. Estelle will grow up knowing how wonderful you were. You ran a good race, and my heart is at peace because I know you are in a better place. Though I mourn, I am glad I have lots of beautiful memories, and whenever I think of you, I smile and not cry. Rest well in the bosom of our maker until we meet again. Miss you dearly, Papa, Your daughter-in-law, Emilia Metuge
Ebude Metuge
My dear Papa, it is with a heavy heart that I write this tribute. Your demise has come so fast that I didn't have enough time to live with you as a daughter. The brief moment we spent together taught me a lot. The way you enjoyed my cooking always made me feel doubly special. I never felt like a daughter-in-law with you. As far as you were concerned, I was your little "Ebus." It's heartbreaking. I will never hear you call me that way again. There was always something to learn with you. You were either giving me counsel or praising me. I thank God for allowing me to enjoy your warmth, openness, and fatherly love. Though all of these were brief, they were very impactful, and the memory will forever linger in my mind. Thank you for being so kind and intentionally loving me. I thank God for the fruitful life you lived here on earth. Rest in peace, Papa, and continue to watch over us, your family, until we meet again. Your daughter-in-law, Ebude Metuge
Gladys
My dearest Grandpa, I remember when we sang songs together, like the Bakossi song for babies. I remember when we would play soccer in the yard and in the summer when we would play cards. Every time at night, I would give you a hug. When the family came, we would be with each other and have conversations. I remember the memory verse you taught me, psalm 23, verses 1-6: "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the House of the Lord forever." When I am afraid, I will remember this psalm and seek shelter in the Lord. You are the best Grandpa. Your Granddaughter, Gladys.
Dembo
Grandpa loved to make me laugh. My grandpa was funny. He taught me a fun song in our dialect. I sometimes like to act silly and have fun when I sit on my grandpa’s lap. I liked it when we played soccer. Grandpa was very kind, and my birthday was close to Grandpa’s birthday. You were really cool and wore cool glasses, Grandpa. We had fun together. My. Grandpa’s favorite color was blue. Grandpa loved hugs. I miss him. I love you, Grandpa. Your grandson, Dembo
Brielle, Janelle, Estelle
To our Grandpa “Iowa” Thank you for loving us unconditionally. We miss you playing soccer and Monopoly with Us. We also miss you teaching us all the songs, especially the ones in Bakossi. We will forever miss you, papa. We love you.
Mercy
My heart has been left broken and still in shock since the day you had to go. You loved me unconditionally and taught me how to live with kindness and the true meaning of family. You were always there to guide and direct me each step of my life. You did your best to make sure I never lacked or complained. You have always appreciated my hard work and services while at home. I'm a strong woman today, all thanks to you. Your presence in my life was a gift, and I will always cherish the memories of you. I will deeply miss your voice, jokes, and all the happy moments we shared. Even though you are gone, I know your love for me will continue to live on in my heart forever. Rest on, my beloved papa. Your adopted daughter, Mercy
William Ekane
have known the late Dr. Ludwig Nsang for over 25 years as a friend and colleague. Our relationship grew more intimate when he moved to the United States. As a pastor, he shared his pain and suffering. We always prayed for whatever situation he was going through. He was a man of noble character, soft-spoken, tender hearted, and totally dedicated to Jesus. He demonstrated the capacity to forgive those who hurt him deeply. I will miss our time of sharing the scriptures on the phone. One thing is certain, I will see him someday at the feet of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! 🙏
Ebude Thecla Metuge
My Dear Papa, it is with a heavy heart that I am writing this tribute. Your demise has come so fast that I didn't have enough time to live with you as a daughter. The brief moment we spent together taught me a lot. The way you enjoyed my cooking always made me feel doubly special. I never felt like a daughter-in-law with you. As far as you were concerned, I was your little “Ebus”. It's heartbreaking I will never hear you call me that way again. There was always something to learn with you. It was either you were giving me council or you were praising me. I thank God for allowing me to enjoy your warmth, openness and fatherly love. Though all of these were brief, it was very impactful and the memory will forever linger in my mind. Thank you for being so kind and intentionally loving me. I thank God for the fruitful life you lived here on earth. Rest in peace papa and continue to watch over us your family until we meet again. Ebude Metuge