ANASTASIA KIPPIE ADE - Online Memorial Website

Mami, as unbelievable as your death is, I thank God who has proven to the world what a loving, God-fearing, hardworking, energetic and progressive mother you were. Glory be to Him for the revelation. You served the Lord with joy and you toiled for your husband, children and grand children till your death, yet you were so misunderstood. You were persecuted beyond my imagination but God has lifted you up! I believe you touched the hem of His garment and He welcomed you home just at the right time.

Your vibrance lives within us, particularly in me. I will forever cherish the beautiful times we all shared especially those last few weeks of your life. I thank God who gave me the opportunity to get closer and to appreciate you more in those times. I'm consoled I made you proud in the things I did which happened all because of you. I'll never forget your powerful and beautiful voice that never wavers when you led worship both in Cameroon and the U.S.A. You sure served the Lord with joy! I am so grateful I got the best gifts(talents) from you and I hope my children and their children will continue in the same footsteps till the end of time.

Mami was a light in this world. I'll stand tall and say it out loud! Yes, she was a light that touched anyone who got close to her. I see and I know she brought countless number of people to God's fold and that is why many have come and thousands more will come to bid her goodbye! How many of us can boast that we will die a "Saint's" death?

Mami, you stood for the truth unfortunately humans do not like that. You told us we were lazy when we didn't work hard enough and we did not take it too well. You told us we were weak when we gave up fighting for the things that mattered and that was the painful truth which some hated to hear. Because of you, I have become a better & wiser woman because of what you stood for and encouraged me to do. I am stronger and work harder because of your persistence in shaping me even now. I truly wish you were around physically to reap with joy what you've painfully sown through out your life. I pray we all realize we should serve one another in life and not in death for it's a little too late.

May your legacy live on! I'll miss you dearly! Malkia(1st grand child) is hanging on the last tete-a-tete she had with you the last Sunday before your departure. Clervie says you are in heaven and Carel says "grandma has gone ........; nope, grandma is not coming back". It hurts to hear him say that but it's a reality we'll have to deal with. Just like in my dream, i know you were welcomed by the Bridegroom Himself, with Angels as your escort, all dressed in white. You did well Mami, You sure did well!

You looked so peaceful at death which gives me the sense of understanding that you were cleansed by God, you forgave and we too should forgive one another. I pray we will be as ready as you were when the Lord calls us to be with Him.

I love you, I miss you. Fare thee well and Rest In Peace!

Your Daughter, Cicily Ade.

A TRIBUTE TO MY BELOVED AUNT AND MOTHER, MRS. ANASTASIA KIPPIE ADE

"Mami", as I knew and called you, even after I had known my biological mother, I still called you "Mami". Your sudden death came straight to my heart like a bullet. Mami, my heart is bleeding for you.

On that fateful evening I received a text message from my brother Julius- "mum got a massive stroke, it's severe, she is bleeding in her brain". After a few hours, I heard about your death!

Mami, what happened?? Were you sick?? Mami, I feel unprotected, I feel empty, I feel insecure, because you are no more.

As the Word says: "In everything, we should give thanks to God". We thank God for giving us this great matriach; We thank Him for the time she spent on this earth.

I love you Mami.

Rest in Peace, my beloved aunt and mother!


Therese Tasi (niece), husband and kids

Three days to her passing, mom called to request that I helped counsel and lead to Christ a young emotionally-hurting African-American lady called Aisha. Despite my excuse of being busy with school (to my shame), mom was not convinced and insisted that I gave her permission to ask the lady to call me. I gave in and did her bidding but she still wouldn't leave me alone until I had stated the exact time I would be available to take her call the next day-I reluctantly said 2PM. At 2PM Aisha called and, after conversing with her, I asked her to read the four short chapters in the book of Phillipians. Mom called two days before passing away to report that Aisha was keeping her end of the bargain (by reading the assigned Scriptures) and that I needed to keep my end by continuing to help her grow in the Word of God. Mom saw her everyday because Aisha is a newly employed home-health aid to Pa Ade who had also had a milder stroke 5 years ago. That is how serious mom was about helping individuals-even strangers-know and follow Jesus Christ! Mami Ade, the Evangelist!

Mami also demonstrated her love to see people helped,comforted, and evangelized for Christ by serving as some kind of a "middle man" between me and hurting families needing ministry. I still have on my cell-phone one of the recent messages she sent me requesting that I travelled from Lynchburg, Virginia, to Maryland (a 4-hour journey) to comfort a bereaved grieving family. These were her words in pidgin English: "I just call for find out whether you fit come down for Saturday for here because that girl them di bury yi that day; [and] so that we fit just pray...so call me back". For my 20 years of preaching the Word of God, I honestly cannot think of any single person who has given me more prayer requests about hurting people and families needing ministry from me than my mom. I lost my co-Evangelist!

Apart from her love and unflinching desire to see other people come to the saving knowledge of Christ, Mami Ade was unwavering in her commitment to care for her blood relatives. In addition to supplying their physical needs, she longed as well to see them follow God so badly she would force them to attend Church. When she did not succeed to get them to oblige through that means, she would often request that I befriend them-oh, the trust of a partner in the ministry! This is evidenced in her last call to me, at midnight on July 23 (circa 48 hours before her demise), when she called to talk about a project she would like the family to undertake in the future (in the event she went home to be with the Lord). When I contested her idea, with my defense being "we do not clearly understand our relationship with the primary beneficiaries of the project," mom took about 45 minutes more on the phone with me just trying to explain how we were connected to the said-blood relatives and why they needed our help. When I asked her to write down the details and send it to me, she chided me and demanded that I took a pen and wrote it down for myself and for posterity. I am glad I complied, because that was my last conversation on this earth with my precious, precious mother, friend, and fellow evangelist.

Mami was indeed an indefatigable soul-winner, provider, and loving mother to strangers and blood-relatives, alike. Along with them, we will miss her for a very long time to come. Mami, my fellow evangelist, I know you are already where I (and the many others we have ministered to) hope to be...In the presence of the Most High, with the 24 Elders and angels in dazzling-white robes, probably with eyes and mouth wide open, and staring at the Lamb of God seated on the right hand side of God the Father (cf. Revelation 19:1-9).
 
Rev Arllen Ade, Mami's last son, Virginia-USA

I have been longing to wake up from this horrible nightmare since last Thursday, July 26th, when I stood at my mom's bedside at Washington Hospital Center, Intensive care Unit. Oh! How she laid there helpless, and there was nothing I could do to save her, but offer prayers to the good God. But as the days go by, it seems this nightmare is becoming a reality. How could "death" be so cruel?

About three weeks ago, I received a call at about 5AM in the morning; it was my dad on the phone. He said "Julius, my heart is beating so fast and I am feeling funny." I told my dad to pass the phone to my mother; I then instructed her to call Emergency Medical Services (911). A few minutes later, they were both in the Ambulance on their way to the hospital. My mom and I spoke during the ambulance ride, and she was greatly concerned about my dad's health. I later joined my mom in the hospital with my father who was admitted for cardiac-related issues. After my dad was discharged from the hospital, my mom took great care of him, as she always did. she took him for his follow-up appointments, made sure he took his medications, and that he ate healthily. Even on the day she died, she was supposed to take my father to the lab for blood work. She was truly a selfless person, not only to us but also to friends and strangers. she donated money to charities and to the work of God. She was doing a selfless act when she gave two women a ride following a Bible retreat that morning at about 1:10 AM. At about 1:20 AM, shortly after dropping off the last lady, she was hit by a massive hemorrhagic stroke, right infront of her house, while still driving. She was a strong spirited woman; she fought hard on that hospital bed, even with the severe hemorrhage in her brain from the stroke; but the Lord decided to call her home.

My mom did not make a lot of money while working as a civil servant in Cameroon, but she and my dad managed to give us the best; seven of us kids. They sent us to the best schools. Even here in the US, she made little money, but sometimes I wondered how she was able to take care of a lot of people back home and here in the United States. She put everyone first before herself.

My mom always wanted the best out of us. She was a perfectionist. At a very tender age, my mom made me to run our little convenient store in Buea; she made me do other little trades during the long holidays; she also made me to run the farm work which I didn't enjoy much at that time. There were also some intereting things that my mom put us in, such as involving us in church activities, singing groups, etc. My mom never allowed us to miss a Sunday without going to church. she was so dedicated to the work of God, the church, CWF (her Christian Women Fellowship group in which she served for more than 40 years). We are trying to follow in her foot-steps. I am a music teacher and a choir master here in the US because of what she instilled in me from childhood. My mom handled us with iron fists, while raising us up, at times alone because my dad was either traveling the world representing Cameroon in track and field events (including two Olympic games), or he was away on government scholarships.
 
Mami, you truly prepared me for this life. Who I am today, a strong minded man, a dedicated husband and father, a good brother, a dear friend, a beloved son, are all because of you. My only regret is that you did not allow me to pay you back for all the work you did; to build you that "Etage" on the plot of land you gave me in Buea, as we had discussed two days before your passing. I will still carry on Mami, when it is all set and done. Mami, my dream was for you to sit back, relax, cross your legs and enjoy the successes that I know the good Lord has in store for me, which were starting to manifest and you saw the signs. Even though you are gone Mami, your legacy will live for ever. From the testimonies we are getting, you touched a lot of lives around the world. The world is hurting because of your absence. I promise you, mami, that I will do everything by God's grace to keep your dream alive. I will continue reaching out to the needy, the orphans, the relatives back home, as you always did. I love you Mami!

Adieu Mami until we meet again in heaven.
                                                                    Your beloved son, Sergeant Julius Ade, U.S. Army Veteran!