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Fru Eric

Really too sad for UB and the entire world.
I could remember BB for his hard work and somebody who criticize positively.His death is going to Create a big vaccum that will take UB and Cameroon another 2 or more decades to fill.
I am not too sure that this numerous deaths in UB particularly is natural.You will notice that it is a particular class those brain box of UB disappearing.The loss is too much and the burden is too heavy to bear.
I have one thing,we need to pray and do it sincerely.
My deepest condolence to the UB family and the families of those involved in the accident.
WE HAVE TO ACCEPT THE THINGS WE CAN NOT CHANGE FOR SUCH IS LIFE.FOR ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY.
CA,USA.

Fonyuy

Death is sure but what disturbs us is when and circumbstances underwhich people die. When we are not able to understand difficulties God multiplies them so that we can acquire enough experience to understand. That is why it is not only raining but pouring in UB.

Adieu BB. You stood the test of time. Even though some of us made a lot efforts before understanding your works, we appreciated the messages and the consistency of their contents.

May his soul rest in perfect peace.

Imma

BB, your death came to me as a shock, in fact i still can't believe it though the facts are crystal clear. i knew you while undertaking my studies at the University of Buea, through the advices you gave me alongside other students at the Arts Lobby and sometimes in your office. your jokes were sometimes words that had to be taken seriously, and these words have helped me a lot in my education and career.
You were like a square peck in a square hole as far as the faculty of Arts and theater were concerned in the university of Buea. You will be missed by all and sundry.
Nobody knows what is happening to the university of Buea, no one knows why you had to die in such a way but the almighty who is all knowing, and who giveth and taketh. May your soul rest in peace as you rest in the bosom of the lord, and may the Good Lord take over absolute control of the university of Buea, especially the staff and students.

 Damasus Okoro

i never met Bate bisong in person but as an A/L student doing what use to be A3 series in ccas kumba i read the pamphlets on which bate bisong showed that he was an academic giant.truely it was hard comprehending him at that time as he wrote in whats seemed to us to be obscure and difficult,but in all he has written his name in the literary sands of the time.May God rest u and console your family. Damasus Okoro(Rev,Fr)

 Damasus Okoro

i never met Bate bisong in person but as an A/L student doing what use to be A3 series in ccas kumba i read the pamphlets on which bate bisong showed that he was an academic giant.truely it was hard comprehending him at that time as he wrote in whats seemed to us to be obscure and difficult style and words,but in all he has written his name in the literary sands of the time.May God rest u and console your family. Damasus Okoro(Rev,Fr)Pakistan

lobga

I cannot believe that four people that I know and with some that I admire will come to leave this world at the same time.
I will start with BB.As a lover of theatre arts, BB was an idol to me.I admired him as a writer and dramatist and an outspoken social critic.
I came to know his 'Soul Mate', Dr Hilarious Ambe just about 8 months ago.In these 8 months, I have been working together with Dr Ambe.We worked tirelessly together during the Trade fair that took place in Buea.I can remember him in this words which he will usually say when we are drinking.He will say 'I am a scholar', and this in the same voice as BB.He will tell us BB is his his mentor.We will rarely converse a whole day without him bringing in the name of BB.He would always remind us that in his CV, he will never forget to put that he was a 'Roast Beef Vendor'.That is, he once roasted soya in Kumba.
It's really a coincidence that he died alongside Awoh.When Ukwa (Nkem Owoh) came to Buea, Awoh was working with us.He was the one driving Ukwa.And Dr Ambe was the one looking after Ukwa during that period.We worked all of us tirelesly during that show.Dr Ambe trained the girls who danced with Ukwa that day.
Tabe Awoh brought us back from Bamenda to Buea safely after the show in Bamenda with Ukwa.Despite the tiredness in him, he drove slowly and steadily and we reached Buea with no problem.
I have always loved Kwasen Gwangwa since I started watching the numerous plays and sketches he directed.He was one of the rare anglophone directors that ever existed.All his works I have watched have been like 'dont stop watching'.I started watching Focus on Arts when I was in Class Seven, and will never like to miss it.
The types of BB and Dr AMbe will rarely be seen.I can still get the voice of Dr AMbe talking as if it were BB talking.BB was all to him, and he decided to go on the same day with him.
I dont know how to swallow their death.I first heard of BB's death in an accident, and I thought,'he is always with Dr Ambe'.So I decided to call Dr Ambe just about 3 minutes after I heard of BB's death.I said, 'Dr, its Derick', and somebody else answered, 'Dr Ambe is dead'.What I was afraid to hear, I heard it.I dropped the phone with disbelief.
Adeus 'The Scholar', Adeus Dr Ambe.


May the Almighty God grant all of them eternal rest in His heavenly kingdom.

Prince the Don

Chudi Bertrand

He was my literature teacher in P.H.S. Kumba long before he fougth his way through to becoming a lecturer in UB and we use to say his works were so difficult to be understood. But we later realised it is because his works were so pregnant with meaning that we seemed to miss the message. BB, your death has left an irreplenishable vacuum and an irrepairable damage to Cameroonian and African literature. May his soul rest in perfect peace

Neba Fuh


THE OBSCURE INTELLECTUAL LIVES ON

Speak not,
Except opening your mouth improves
Silence's tranquility.

Write not,
Except your ink isn't to soil
The fine works of pulp's craftsmen.

Read not,
Except your prejudices aren't buried
In your mind's contours.

Listen not,
except you worry not of what
May not please your soul's audience.

Dr Jacobs BB legthens the struggle,
By shortening the fear;
Even when contemporaries sit on the fence.

He listens,reads,
Writes and speaks.
The obscure intellectual lives on.

By Stephen NEBA FUH


I can't stop checking out the works of Jacobs Bate Besong.
I can't forget the day he edited my first article which was later published in The Post.
I can't believe he won't read my recent works, before they are published.
He was a rare GEM:

He talked when everybody was expected to be silent.

He ran when everybody was expected to walk.

He laughed even when it was noble not to open your mouth.

He crowed when others thought it wasn't dawn.

He thought when wisemen were sleeping.

He wept when others thought it was a joke.

He published, never to perish.

Neba-Fuh

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