ROMARIC, REST IN PEACE
A STROKE OF PAIN (IN MEMORY OF ROMARICE LIMS 5)
“Jah Man”, “yam yam boy”, “njanga na beef”, “papa Danoel”, “Ro yam”, “Ro, Javer”……….. and on and forth goes the list of names that tally to none but you.
Epistles my hand knows always to write, but short of words I am homage for you to present. My brain thinks nay so hard as thoughts of you doth it puncture. But so be it when it written must be.
Dear brother, though the days were short and passed so quick; though life a stroke of pain in me beset the moment you came; though hardship or lest I say challenges with torments me brought, I bend my knees a prayer of thanks God to give, for the moment we did together spend. Life a lesson me thought and strength and courage God me gave.
Your loss, a loss so big to bear it is, but your spirit and person while on earth you were did me much power give, that the burden of your loss me was easy to bear.
Dear brother, where’er you are beside the lord, think oft of me and watch us close. Intercede to God for us left behind, and with your family and friends in the celestial realm, plead our course before the Lord that He doth us forgive.
Little Brother, was not the plan mum and dad to help? Was not the plan us them proud to make? Well it was our plan, but we failed God to ask if the plan was so by Him as in us behest.
The portrait of you ever my before my eyes doth stand as on that dreadful Saturday we together spend. How could I but know that I’ll talk and laugh n’er again with you? Who will sing the solo with you gone when we sit in the parking talking of a family choir? How again shall we sing our famous tune of :
“We are the five children, of Mr/Mrs. Kongnso,
Clarisse Limfenyuy, Limfenyuy Cyrille, + Limfenyuy Romaric, Limfenyuy Catherine, Limfenyuy Hypolite: the children o---of Mr. Kongnso eh”
It never again the same will be, when you as lead singer never again will sing. We never again five shall be, and such a pain this it is to bear.
My heart sorrows hard brother, my heart soars. I try as hard to accept that you are gone, but not a lie I’ll how hard it is a game to play. I hold it true we meet again, but it still is hard a stroke of pain to bear.
Little brother, you marveled me greatly. I never before change in anyone noticed, that was as sudden as I in you begot. You pulled a crowd that came to mourn you in Cyprus as in Cameroon, that was clear enough a picture of you joviality to portray.
Your family, your friends, and even those who were there to sympathize and condole that had no knowledge of who you were.
So close we were on issues so many. But one thing I always proud of you will be is that fact that you loved your family with the zeal of your life. Love was what you were capable of giving to them they were close to you. I am proud of you younger brother and so sure those who you loved.
My friend, your greatness will ever in us remain. You may be gone, but deep down me I know you always by will be me to guide. I implore you there to be, as I try as hard the family over to guide. Intercede for us before the Lord we pray.
Go well “Ro”, we never could know what to expect. Go well and stay in peace where the Lord wants you to be. Watch over little Danoel as he grows, but worry n’er, as I your role as his father ever will play. Watch over Maryan-Tiffany too and keep close your spirit by me them good upbringing to give, and above all watch over our parents as they find a reason to be consoled by your sudden departure.
Our Hearts are weak and frail; our eyes are tired tears again to shed. Memories of you ever in us shall remain. Until that day when the Lord we to Him will call, then shall we boast of a living where separation from each other never again will be. But until that day Little bro, rest in Peace.
“Yam yam” boy says daddy,
“Ro yam” says mama,
“Ro” says Clarisse and Catherine,
“Jah Man” says Hypolite, and I your humble pal join your college of friends to say
“Njanga” Adieu.
Mclims Kongnso
N/sia-Cyprus
“Jah Man”, “yam yam boy”, “njanga na beef”, “papa Danoel”, “Ro yam”, “Ro, Javer”……….. and on and forth goes the list of names that tally to none but you.
Epistles my hand knows always to write, but short of words I am homage for you to present. My brain thinks nay so hard as thoughts of you doth it puncture. But so be it when it written must be.
Dear brother, though the days were short and passed so quick; though life a stroke of pain in me beset the moment you came; though hardship or lest I say challenges with torments me brought, I bend my knees a prayer of thanks God to give, for the moment we did together spend. Life a lesson me thought and strength and courage God me gave.
Your loss, a loss so big to bear it is, but your spirit and person while on earth you were did me much power give, that the burden of your loss me was easy to bear.
Dear brother, where’er you are beside the lord, think oft of me and watch us close. Intercede to God for us left behind, and with your family and friends in the celestial realm, plead our course before the Lord that He doth us forgive.
Little Brother, was not the plan mum and dad to help? Was not the plan us them proud to make? Well it was our plan, but we failed God to ask if the plan was so by Him as in us behest.
The portrait of you ever my before my eyes doth stand as on that dreadful Saturday we together spend. How could I but know that I’ll talk and laugh n’er again with you? Who will sing the solo with you gone when we sit in the parking talking of a family choir? How again shall we sing our famous tune of :
“We are the five children, of Mr/Mrs. Kongnso,
Clarisse Limfenyuy, Limfenyuy Cyrille, + Limfenyuy Romaric, Limfenyuy Catherine, Limfenyuy Hypolite: the children o---of Mr. Kongnso eh”
It never again the same will be, when you as lead singer never again will sing. We never again five shall be, and such a pain this it is to bear.
My heart sorrows hard brother, my heart soars. I try as hard to accept that you are gone, but not a lie I’ll how hard it is a game to play. I hold it true we meet again, but it still is hard a stroke of pain to bear.
Little brother, you marveled me greatly. I never before change in anyone noticed, that was as sudden as I in you begot. You pulled a crowd that came to mourn you in Cyprus as in Cameroon, that was clear enough a picture of you joviality to portray.
Your family, your friends, and even those who were there to sympathize and condole that had no knowledge of who you were.
So close we were on issues so many. But one thing I always proud of you will be is that fact that you loved your family with the zeal of your life. Love was what you were capable of giving to them they were close to you. I am proud of you younger brother and so sure those who you loved.
My friend, your greatness will ever in us remain. You may be gone, but deep down me I know you always by will be me to guide. I implore you there to be, as I try as hard the family over to guide. Intercede for us before the Lord we pray.
Go well “Ro”, we never could know what to expect. Go well and stay in peace where the Lord wants you to be. Watch over little Danoel as he grows, but worry n’er, as I your role as his father ever will play. Watch over Maryan-Tiffany too and keep close your spirit by me them good upbringing to give, and above all watch over our parents as they find a reason to be consoled by your sudden departure.
Our Hearts are weak and frail; our eyes are tired tears again to shed. Memories of you ever in us shall remain. Until that day when the Lord we to Him will call, then shall we boast of a living where separation from each other never again will be. But until that day Little bro, rest in Peace.
“Yam yam” boy says daddy,
“Ro yam” says mama,
“Ro” says Clarisse and Catherine,
“Jah Man” says Hypolite, and I your humble pal join your college of friends to say
“Njanga” Adieu.
Mclims Kongnso
N/sia-Cyprus
posted by mclims | 9:21 AM
