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Living like a millionaire with a dollar a day: a tribute to a spiritual giant

When our tears lose their vocabulary,

When our loss frightens the ordinary,

When any type of paper runs from ink,

When the boat of our joy wants to sink,

Lord, we will still praise you.

 

Truly we miss our father Jack Murray.

Emptiness is coloring everything with fury

Two types of tears gain in altitude:

Tears of sorrow and tears of gratitude.

Lord, show us what to do.

 

The architect of the Francophone University,

Has silently vacated the city.

The Board conference room is weeping.

Diplomas and awards are sleeping.

Is this an academic coup?

 

He was an excellent mentor.

He was a living bookstore.

He was a friend always on our side

When life pushed us aside.

His heart was always true.

 

Jack embraced the universe.

He welcomed the diverse.

He always had a word of prayer

For anyone finding life hard to bear

And for those who are thriving too.

 

He lived like a millionaire

With a dollar a day.

He gave like a billionaire

With joy in every way.

Your servant truly honored you.

 

Lord, teach us how to catch Jack’s passion

For spiritual generosity without ration.

Move all the fibers of our soul,

In the direction of Your scroll,

Never again to say adieu.

 

Moussa Bongoyok with Jim and Nancy Kyser, and Fred and Marjorie Krauss.

Half Moon Bay, California (USA),  May the 25th 2018

 

Rev. John (Jack) M. Murray (1928-2018) was the former General Director of European Christian Mission and first Chairman of the Board of directors for the Francophone University of International Development (FUID)/ Institut Universitaire de Développement International (IUDI).

(c) Copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2018.

 

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Adieu papa –Poème en hommage au papa Bongoyok Djengai

 

Notre père, Bongoyok Djengai, a été promu en gloire le 7 Avril 2017  à Maroua des suites d’une courte maladie.

Rochers de Mbouzao, lancez un grand cri de détresse.

Un ennemi invisible s’est introduit dans la forteresse.

Hélas ! il a frappé durement et rapidement, tel un vent violent.

Hélas ! il se réjouit pour l’instant de son triomphe mirobolant.

Arbres de Soulédé, entonnez des chants funèbres.

Cailloux de Mbardam, portez la couleur des ténèbres.

Car le pionnier du poste agricole de Soulédé s’est évanoui,

Plongeant les cœurs éplorés de sa famille et de ses amis dans la nuit.  

Nuages de larmes, arrosez généreusement nos âmes.

Honorables lumières, veuillez cacher ce jour infâme.

Privez-le de l’éclat qui l’a vu naître d’un fils de Mbardam et d’une fille de Roua.

Effacez l’instant fatidique de son dernier soupir dans un hôpital de Maroua.

Papa, nous aurions voulu être à tes cotés au moment du grand voyage ;

Nous aurions souhaité te serrer dans nos bras sur le chemin des âges ;

Mais l’appel du Créateur en qui tu as cru était si pressant

Que tu t’en es allé sans attendre la mélodie de nos cœurs reconnaissants.

Tu fus pour nous un modèle d’ardeur au travail, de discipline, de courage,

De protection de l’environnement, de sagesse et d’amour sans barrage.

Ton investissement incontestable dans notre éducation

Depasse de loin les contours humains de l’appréciation.

Voici venu le temps de nous séparer pour un moment,

Au milieu de la désolation, de cris de douleur et de larmoiement.

Nos cœurs meurtris te disent : « nous nous reverrons un jour, va en paix papa,

Repose-toi dans les bras de celui qui te donna vie, passion et compas. »

Père Eternel, toi qui nous donnas notre père biologique,

Toi qui le repris en ton temps et dans ta divine logique,

Reçois la gloire qui te revient éternellement

Et daigne pardonner nos bégaiements.

 

Prof. Moussa Bongoyok

Californie (USA), le 8 Avril 2017

© Copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2017

 

English translation of the above poem:

Rocks of Mbouzao, utter a cry of distress.
An invisible enemy has entered the fortress.
Alas! He hit hard and fast, like a violent wind.
Alas! He rejoices for the moment in his triumph.
Trees of Soulede, sing funeral songs.
Stones of Mbardam, wear the color of darkness.
For the pioneer of the agricultural post of Soulede has vanished,
Plunging the tears of his family and friends into the night.
Clouds of tears, water our souls generously.
Honorable lights, please hide this infamous day.
Deprive it of the splendor which saw him born of a son of Mbardam and a daughter of Roua.
Eliminate the fateful moment of his last breath in a hospital in Maroua.
Dad, we would have liked to be by your side at the time of the great journey;
We would have liked to hold you in our arms on the way of the ages;
But the call of the Creator whom you believed was so urgent
That you have gone without waiting for the melody of our grateful hearts.
You were for us a model of ardor at work, of discipline, of courage,
Of protection of the environment, of wisdom and love without a dam.
Your incontestable investment in our education
Far exceeds the human contours of appreciation.
Here comes the time to part for a moment,
In the midst of desolation, cries of pain and tears.
Our bruised hearts say to you: « We shall meet again one day, go in peace dad,
Rest in the arms of the one who gave you life, passion and compass. »
Eternal Father, you who gave us our biological father,
You who took him back in your time and in your divine logic,
Receive the glory that belongs to you eternally
And deign to pardon our stuttering.

(c) copyright by Moussa Bongoyok, 2017

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