Friday, 22 August 2014

5000-MAN MARCH in Harper City THE SHIPWRECK VICTIMS ACTION COMMITTEE (SVAC) Maryland County, R.L.



June 7, 8 and 9, 2010, The Women of Maryland held a Peaceful Demonstration. Thousands of them showed up. The March was peaceful! Their DEMANDS include but not limited to: 1) REPARATION, RESTITUTION, DEBT-WAIVER for all the SHIPWRECKS Victims and 2) Refurbishment, Rehabilitation, and the Paving of the Fishtown-Harper Highway
Considering the tremendous pain visited upon our Women and our community by the shipwrecks, we the Men of Maryland County will march on Harper City on Monday, June 14, 2010 to express our SOLIDARITY and SUPPORT!  

We will walk in silence throughout the major streets of Harper City. We will dress in white tops—the color of peace and absolute freedom. All the Victims of the shipwrecks cannot continue to suffer abuses, neglect perpetrated by ship-owners and their partners in Government.

Please join us in this Peaceful March in support of our Women’s DEMANDS!

The Peaceful March will begin at 6am from the Merry-Go-Round.
From the Merry-Go-Round, we will march throughout the major streets of Harper and then to the Harper City Hall where a Statement will be read and presented to the Superintendent of Maryland County, Hon. Gblebo-Brown to be handed over to H.E. Dr. Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, President of the Republic of Liberia.
The March will center around the slogan: This is not only a road and ship issue; it is a human life issue!
We will call on the international community to act and condemn the many shipwrecks and the suffering and deaths it brought on our poor women, men and children and the County!
For more information please call: 06.920.151/06.666.957

The Shipwreck Victims Action Committee is a local, non-profit, nonpartisan, independent civil society group focused on REPARATION, RESTITUTION, REIMBURSEMENT, DEBT-WAIVER for the victims of the many shipwrecks that took innocent lives, investments and personal properties of Marylanders. The SVAC currently includes more than 100 business men and women of Maryland. It maintains an active presence in Pleebo, Kalorkeh, Barrobo and Harper.
Signed: Thomas G. Bedell/Chair/Advocate

Tribute to Ayo and our Beloved Comrades Who Perished in Shipwrecks





If he didn't hear from her at night, he'd go frantic. This is Oldman Achala Cole in his grave speaking. He’s speaking through tears about his daughter Ayo who died in Havea shipwreck. Unlike him, his daughter Ayo will have no grave to rest her troubled back from all her struggles for family and nation. Simply because her corpse disappeared in the belly of the Atlantic Ocean. We don’t want to guess what could have happened to her body. And Oldman Achala wouldn’t want to know how his daughter could have been devoured by the creatures of the Sea.  

The night Ayo was crying out for help in a vessel not seaworthy few miles away from her residence in Harper, Achala Cole, her father, was deeply troubled in his grave where he had been lying for over three decades. He told his daughter to be calm, and she did. She remained calm believing her government would arrive in time to save her including the innocent children and other adults that perished with her. Then the opposite became true. The Government failed her and the rest of the victims. The wrecked ship took her life down the Atlantic Ocean along with little children and some other adults. 

That young man is “Wicked-Joe.” He was her husband. He cried out to the fishermen to help. Did the fishermen understand him or just became selfish and unfeeling when they did nothing?
Ayo was most likely thrown by the sea-wave into the Atlantic’s depth. The little child that she cared for, slowly, crying for a motherly love and salvation, dropped into the very depth of the Atlantic.
Ayo remained dashing into the belly of the Atlantic Ocean while the rest were carried 100 to 200 miles away from the port of Harper and dislodged from the mattresses upon which they have been floating and dumped on the Beaches of the Ivory Coast. Some came out with broken limbs. Some came out with broken souls. But Ayo was no where around to be found.

I know very well where Ayo was born - right in the hood of Marsh Street. She was the most beautiful woman of our time. And she kept her beauty until Havea, a vessel not seaworthy, dumped her body forcibly into the belly of the Atlantic Ocean. 

Ayo would have been in her mid 50s. But a vessel not seaworthy thrashed her entire life in a ditch of no return.

The Liberian government says the vessel that killed Ayo and other citizens is “authorized” to ply our National waters. But it was not seaworthy. How was she supposed to know? National Port Authority, Bureau of Maritime and Ministry of Transportation didn’t know too? So who “authorized” the vessel to ply National Waters? Even we know now, it will not bring back our Ayo! Our President of Maryland Women Inc.

Nothing can bring Ayo back, but we want justice. Who authorized the vessels that are not seaworthy?
It is as easy -- and terrifying -- to put oneself in the place of Achala Cole, Ayo’s dead father, watching his beautiful little girl drowning and calling for help in vain. It is impossible to place oneself in Ayo’s late dad’s position. It is also terrifying -- to put oneself in the place of the parents of those little children that were sucked by the power of the Atlantic Ocean into their early graves. They could have been Presidents like Dr. Sirleaf had they lived and given the same opportunity.

I, too, would want justice. And I would also want those ship owners rot in hell. I would feel righteous for channeling my vengeance into the rule of law, but I would also feel justified for hating, not forgiving, the perpetrators of our grief. 

Some religions teach, “You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy,” But Jesus Christ says in Matthew, "But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." On the cross, Christ absolves his crucifiers: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Gandhi embraced those who would destroy him: He said, "Hate the sin, love the sinner." 

Samson's revenge on the Philistines is to kill more of them at his death than he killed during his life. When Agag, the captured king of the slaughtered Amalekites, is brought to the prophet Samuel, he asks for mercy: "Surely the bitterness of death is past." But Samuel "hewed Agag in pieces before the Lord in Gilgal." After Haman's ten sons are killed in battle, Queen Esther asks King Ahasuerus to hang their dead bodies from the gallows. The prophetess Deborah, writes Soloveichik, "appears to relish the gruesome death of her enemy, the Philistine Sisera, who had, fittingly, been executed by another woman. Every bloody detail is recounted in Deborah's ebullient song."

It will be up to our secular legal system, not our religious traditions, to decide what justice means to the captain who killed Ayo, the two little kids, other adults, ripped off the fingers of Ma Eliza and killed a twin kid of Sister Seebo and leave her feet into semiparalysis. The law draws distinctions between homicide, manslaughter and murder. Mens rea -- intent -- matters. This may be helpful for distinguishing different kinds of punishment.

Experts in the field say that when we carry hostility around we can kill all of us. Wanting someone to rot in hell, we are told, does more damage to ourselves than to the objects of our anger. Healing comes from letting go of the hatred.

I pray that Clara Ayo Cole Nyema’s late dad will find peace, and that Sis. Seebo will fully recover, and Ma Eliza’s fingers that have been ripped off by vessel that was not seaworthy will not happen for nothing and that the friends and families of those great sons and daughters of our great country that perished in the belly of the Atlantic Ocean will find comfort in the bosom of Christ our Lord and Savior. But I am unable to understand, and unprepared to believe, that their path to healing must pass through the country of forgiveness when their debts are not cancelled and no restitution is awarded.



I am Thomas G. Bedell, a peace volunteer, I write, speak and work from on the ground in Liberia!

My Late Mother Esther Wah-Wede Bedell




Women power did not just begin. Unnoticeably it’s been around for centuries. It isn’t about celebrity or popularity; it’s about influence. My late Mom, Esther Wah-Wede Bedell, affectionately known as “Ma Wede” and “O Lord,” is perhaps the most listened-to woman in Harper City during her lifetime. She reared good number of kids who have become respected individuals in Liberia and the world. Many are successful in their own rights.

In some cases to figure out a woman’s contribution, analysis looked for those who run countries, big companies or influential nonprofits. Their rankings are a combination of two scores: visibility and the size of the organization or country they lead. My late Mom, Ma Wede, did not lead a country. But she groomed young men and women who have joined leadership in very important parts of the world including Liberia.

Ma Wede was born December 20, 1929 to Episcopalian parents. At age 20 she experienced a serious biological problem that affected her womanhood. Consequently, she could no longer bear kids. Intrigued by her surrounding evidential circumstances to her life and Church, she gave her life and heart to Jesus Christ and accepted her condition. In early youth she exhibited traces of exquisite sensibility, soundness of understanding, and decision of character. She received no literary instructions. 

Before her nineteenth year she became acquainted with Mr. Ngee (my spelling) Wilson, a mechanical engineer, who would be her husband in later years. Mr. Wilson possessed good taste and good engineering knowledge. He seemed to have given her the first impulse to the formation of her haracter. At nineteenth, she left her parents and resided with her brother J. Wah-Doe Bedell who had just entered Cape Palmas High School in Harper City. She was there to help her brother with his domestic chores. At graduation, her brother moved to Monrovia to pursue further studies. She took on her own roof and gave attention to her mother who was growing older. Her mother’s health made her presence necessary in her home. On the death of her mother, Ma Wede took on more responsibilities for her young sibling (Julia Wah-Kuno Bedell) and sometimes the older ones.

Ma Wede became a teacher from motives of benevolence, or rather philanthropy, and during the time she continued, she gave proof of superior qualification for the performance of its arduous and important duties. The pecuniary concerns of her father early death made her practiced rigid economy in her expenditures, and with her savings was enabled to procure her sisters and brothers situations, to which without aid, they could not have had access; her mother was sustained at length from her fund. She even found means to take under her protection other people’s children in dire need of academic education and social skills to maximize their full human potential through training and guidance.
Ma Wede was a true philanthropist and humanist.

She invested her time and resources in grooming kids of other parents. Besides those we may not remember, she reared Mrs. Elizabeth Bedell Woart, Messrs. Toh-Himmie (brother of Liberia’s football legend, WanniboToe – the wizard dribbler of the national Lone Star of Liberia), Henry Wah-Toe Bedell (her eldest brother’s son named in the stead of one of her brothers), S. K. Bedell, II (named instead of her eldest brother Gen. S. K. Bedell), Sarah Wilson, Mary Dwedeh Bedell, Gbuo, Boryornor and little Kidau who is the youngest of them all. Among all of those she reared, Mr. Thomas G. Bedell is her only adopted son. At age 5, she adopted him from her late brother Gen. S. K. Bedell, Snr.

Ma Wede had not wanted confidence in her own powers of persuasion before. But the reception this work met from the public, gave her an opportunity of judging what those powers were, in the estimation of others. It was shortly after this, that she commenced the work to which these remarks are prefixed. What are its merits will be decided in the judgment of each person and/or reader of this document. Suffice it to say, she appeared to have stepped forth boldly, and singly, in defense of humanity, which by usages of all society, whether savage or civilized, have been kept from attaining their dignity.


She was blessed with six siblings. Besides J. Wah-Doe Bedell, all other siblings predeceased her including, Gen. S. Wah-Kwee Bedell, Snr., H. Wah-Toe Bedell, Snr., Helena Wahde Bedell Neufville, H. Wah-Gleh Bedell, and Julia Wah-Kuno Bedell.


1958 she was founder of the Harper Women Recreation Organization. She almost became involved directly into politics as she was being encouraged by her colleagues to seek political office. 1960 Cofounder, Kudemoweh Women Association in Harper. She chaired it up to 1963.
Honors: she was honored by the late Superintendent of Maryland County, Hon. James Daniel Anderson as the Most Outstanding woman of the Year.
Ma Wede departed this world on November 1, 2009. She was born on December 20, 1928 in Harper, Maryland County, Republic of Liberi.



I am T. Gbuo-Mle Bedell; volunteer worker, social justice advocate, speaking and working on the ground in Liberia and a victim of police brutality.

Friday, 13 June 2014

Harper City: “The Vestiges of Life Once Lived”?


I was involved in a regular conversation with Mary Broh just the other day when she made a statement; that statement that she made, captured my undivided attention thus prompting this write-up.

Before going into her statement, first, let me establish few things why Mary Broh’s observation really touched the abyss of my soul and why I take it seriously. After I’m done with this part, I will then move on to the matter under discussion.  

See, I call her Mary Broh without adding the title “Hon.” 

Why?  

There are two reasons for that: 

1st, because she is a personal friend. So I do no disrespect to her title as Director General of The General Services Agency of the Republic of Liberia and an Honorable woman, particularly, a very important one in Liberia when I call her Mary.  

2nd, Mary is a down-to-earth-kind-of-person. She’s not intoxicated with titles and power. Like me, she agrees, power and titles are elusive and they corrode. So no one should worship them. To do so, one runs the risk of being elusive. Mary is not like that. Everyone I know calls her Mary. In her presence, I see even kids calling her Mary Broh. Other women I know will shut the kids down if they don’t add the word “aunty” or “Hon” to their names. As grown as I am, I greeted a lady whom everyone knows in Monrovia; but because I didn’t add “aunty” to her name, she refused to answer to me. Mary is not that type. Everyone calls her Mary and she always answers with no insults taken. This sort of attitude is unheard of in current day Liberia.  

3rd, Mary is that kind of person who speaks truth on issues. Not only that, she goes the extra mile in her official and private capacity to help improve every condition within her reach. The “Next Generation” of General Services Agency is a typical example of her work. She turned it into a fairytale. 

So, if I took her observation very seriously, the reasons above readily justify that, thus the write-up.

Now, let’s get back to the issue under discussion.  

Mary and I meet every-now-and-then and engage in discussion about our country. In most cases, our discussions turned into a powerhouse.  

In this particular conversation, she told me about her first visit to Maryland. She said that she noticed that Harper is a city full of “Vestiges of life once lived.” The statement threw me off track. So I began to wonder what she meant by that. And so, I began to delve into the scheme of things using my own lenses.   

See, I was born and reared in Harper City. Evidently, I have tremendous and vast knowledge of the City. 
 
Harper City sits majestically deep in the keyhole and belly of the Southeastern Region of Liberia. There I spent my formative days. But I left in 1980 when I graduated high school. Customarily, during my day, graduates were expected to depart the county to embark on an academic sojourn. So I did. But two years later, I returned on a brief visit. That’s when I noticed that nothing had really changed. The infrastructures remained unimproved. In fact, they had begun to crumble. That’s when I began to see and hear Mary Broh thirty-two years in the future.  

In Harper I was opportune to live through some of the “golden” years (life once lived). So I know what was and what is now. I have a reference point! At that time, life was good. So when I reflect by looking back, it becomes quite easy for me to comprehend Mary’s observation without ill-feelings. 

Now, I want you to join Mary and me to do the calculations and comparison from the facts below. 

Maryland is one of the most beautiful counties in Liberia. The evidence is apparent and resolute when you get there. Its capital city is Harper. And Harper is still incomparable after a 14-year generalized anarchy of violence that destroyed infrastructures and human resource. It has a 21st Century state-of-the-art infrastructural design. It has 99.9% of its streets paved with concrete that have been in good shape for the past fifty or more years. By all measurements, it has one of the best (if not the best) city halls in the country with a 21st Century state-of-the-art architectural design. Harper is well laid out by all standards. An aerial view makes the case. By International standards, its ballpark is one of the best in the country! And so is its water system.  

Notice, most great cities around the world are built along the banks of rivers, lakes and Oceans. New York, Paris and other cities are typical examples. Harper City is one of those. It runs into a cape. Slides down in Hoffman River, hugs the Atlantic Ocean and drives into Lake Shepherd. Harper City is a takeoff-your-shirts-come-let’s-go-swimming-mind-blowing type of resort.  

At first glance, the beaches beat every stretch of any visitor’s imagination. Extensive and very fascinating, they keep visitors on the edge with spellbound effects.  

The beaches are wide and long stretching from the border of The Ivory Coast to Fishtown (Harper). Undisturbed, they quietly wrap around Fishtown and slip right into Grand Kru County and then beyond.

Harper is a city that has some of the most outstanding private homes that were built and designed by European architects and engineers. The styles into these structures are an addition to the City’s beauty. They record the age of the City living from the 1800s to present. 

The way the architectural designs of private homes are shaped in Harper, reminds one of fairytales in books that we read. The structures are amazingly profound and totally out of this world! Evidently, the builders did not just build the structures, they did so with all that man, money and Science could afford for human development.  

Some European visitors describe Harper as the “only city” they know, in most African countries, that “wasn’t built by colonial masters,” but by its own sons and daughters. Descriptively, its architectural designs have a resting place in the history of mankind.  

The structures are remarkably marvelous.  They hold within their structural designs and context the hallmark and display of the civilization of the people running parallel, if not exceeding, succeeding generations of architectural designs. 

Two families hold these robust architectural designs in their bosoms as owners. They are the Andersons and Tubmans. 

The Anderson & Tubmanic buildings are humongous and historic.  

James Anderson, commonly referred to as “old man Anderson” was former senior Senator of Maryland. He was also national chairman of The “Grand” old True Whig Party (political Party that led Liberia for a little over one hundred years). And that’s a lot of power for one man. He built his structures in a twin-size fashion. Almost everywhere he built his structures; they were two-into-one. And unmistakably gigantic. 

In the case of William Tubman, commonly referred to as “Bob Willie,” built only one huge, gigantic, titanic, colossal, and massive private residence. At first sight, by any human person in his normal mind, the structure commands an “awe” and “wow.” It sits in the heartland and doorway of Downtown Harper.  

Anderson built his big twin-size and beautiful buildings in Downtown Harper also. As a trademark, all of his buildings carry one super color of paint – green. As for Bob Willie, his color remained as yellow.

Upon entering Downtown Harper, one sees the echelons and the tips of the Anderson and Tubman buildings towering over all else in the City like the Empire State Building with their green and white colors flashing in the distance.

Today, upon entering the City and seeing these structures decaying, one can truly agree with Mary that these structures portray the “Vestiges of life once lived.” And that those who once lived in them, without a doubt, lived exceptional and incomparable lives.

There are other structures that add to Harper’s beauty besides the private homes. They are the Churches. Most of them are also humongous. And most of them sit in the  sacred heart of Downtown or at the entrance of the lovely City.

One of those is the St’ Mark’s Episcopal Church. It is huge. It has an estimated seating capacity of 1000. It sits in the heart of Downtown Harper facing The Hoffman River. It’s bounded on the West by Mechlin Street; on the East by McGill Street; in the South by Printing Street and the North by Gregory Street. The Church’s back is turned to the Atlantic Ocean. Unmistakably, all of the streets that bound the Church are paved with concrete. And that’s amazing!

The other is The Mount Scott Methodist Church. It is also a humongous structure built by some British. It is also huge with an estimated seating capacity of 500 to 900. It has an “Uncle Ben” clock sitting on its forehead. The Church sits on top of a hill looking over Downtown Harper like a watchdog. The back is turned to the Atlantic Ocean. I don’t know why. The front faces both Downtown and The Hoffman River. It is bounded by concrete-paved streets on all sides. Maryland Avenue is in its North; McGill Street in its East; Russwurm Street sits in its south and Gregory Street is in its South.

The St. Theresa’s Catholic Cathedral is at the entrance of the City. It is also a huge structure with an estimated seating capacity of 1000. Unlike St. Mark’s and Mount Scott, it faces the Atlantic Ocean with back turned to Town. It is bounded by some paved and unpaved streets. In its due North is Maryland Avenue; Its West is J. J. Dossen Memorial Hospital and its East is Thompson Street and its South is the unpaved part of Green Street.

There are other little churches not as huge as the ones named above. But they are as old as the City. The history behind them are as huge as the structures that tower over them. Their relevance lies in their ages and historicity explaining what Harper City used to be and what it is now.

There are other landmarks in the City adding flavor to it. And that includes The J. J. Dossen Memorial Hospital.

Many years ago, as far back as the 60s, The J. J. Dossen Memorial Hospital, named after one of Liberia’s chief justices and vice presidents, H. E. J. J. Dossen, used to treat patients as far as from Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Sierra Leone and other parts of West Africa. It was the “doyen” of medical facilities in West Africa. It had a great and incomparable medical team. Most members of the Team were well-trained Europeans. Some were Liberians who were trained in Europe and America. So it won the hearts and souls of most West Africans. Upon entering Harper, it sits on top of a hill facing the Atlantic Ocean with its back against Town.

But something strange happened: today the story is different and so is the reality on the ground. And there’s where Mary Broh comes in – they have become “Vestiges of life once lived.”

Some of the structures are evaded by grass and trees. The quality of the paint used that gave added ambiance has tumbled down like The Berlin Wall. The interior and exterior decorations have ruptured. This reality and condition strengthens Mary Broh’s claim as a city with “Vestiges of life once lived.”

All of the 21st Century State-Of-The-Art of architectural designs, have become monuments of decay.

Notwithstanding, life is still alive in Harper City. But one thing is true about this: today’s life is unlike the past. Decayed infrastructures have abused the goodness and beauty of the City.

Here is the million dollar question:

Why has the offspring of the builders of these gigantic and 21st Century state-of-the-art architectural designs in Harper City failed to enhance the legacies of the builders of the future of Harper?!

I have my answer. Mary made hers known! So what’s yours?

 

I am T. Gbuo-Mle Bedell; a social justice advocate, speaking and working on the ground in Liberia and a victim of police brutality.   

Monday, 19 May 2014

Please Give His Excellency Chairman Gyude a State Funeral; he deserves it!

I have been reading in the dailies and hearing in the grapevine that the family of Chairman Charles Gyude Bryant are rejecting the participation of the Liberian government in the funeral ceremonies ofthe Hon. Chairman, thus taking away his rightful dues as a former head of state of the Republic of Liberia.
 
I don’t know how true this rumor is.
 
But whether it is true or not; I will say what I said when some Liberians in the US refused for Madam Ellen Johnson Sirleaf to speak to Liberians during her travel to the US to make campaign statements for the 2005 Presidential election.
 
I said to those Liberians who refused Ellen a platform to speak to her fellow compatriots: what the heck; let the oldma speak!
 
They accused her of saying, “level the Executive Mansion and we will rebuild it.” And of course she admitted to saying so during the early days of the generalized anarchy of violence that gripped the Liberian nation and plunged it into decadence.
 
All things considered, I thought the oldma needed to speak. And she did!
 
I say the same today, heck, let the Liberian government give Gyude his dues – give him a state funeral with the 21-gun salute. He deserves it!
 
Did the Liberian government do any harm to Chairman Gyude? Probably, it did! I don’t know. But does that take away from him his dues as a former Head of State of the Republic of Liberia? I say no!
 
Take a step further and ask President William Vacanarat Shadrach Tubman – the longest serving President; did the Liberian government treat him right?
 
Maybe the Government did not!
 
But did Tubman not get his due respect as a former Head of State of the Republic of Liberia? Yes, he got it!
 
If one were to go another step further and interview Tubman in his grave as to the treatment he received from the Liberian government and other Liberians, I’m sure Tubman would just turn around in his grave and put up a strong frown.  But all the same, he’s the 18th President of the Republic of Liberia. It is written; so shall it be!
 
Don’t stop there.
 
Ask the late William Richard Tolbert, the 19th President of the Republic of Liberia.
 
Did the Liberian government and some Liberians treat President Tolbert right? I’ll bet! he’s gonna say, hell, no! But did whatever wrong the Liberian government may have done him cancel and take away his position as a former Head of State of the Republic of Liberia? I say, No!
 
Well then, heck! Let Chairman Gyude, our Honorable Chairman, get his honors! It could have been worse!
 
Ask our former President who now sits in prison in the White man country, His Excellency Charles Gankay Taylor, whether or not the Liberian government treated and/or treats him right. I’m sure his answer is a resounding no! But does that take away his dues as a former President of the Republic of Liberia? Heck, no!
 
Well then, let Gyude get his props! Let him get a state funeral with all the pomp that comes with it! He deserves it!
 
What’s about President Samuel Kanyon Doe?
 
Does one think Doe was or is happy over the manner in which the Liberian government and other Liberians treated and continue to treat him? if you ask me, I’ll say no! But if you don’t believe me then you ask him.
 
President Doe was openly bludgeoned and murdered in the open for the world to see. Did that  take away his respect as a former president of the Republic of Liberia? Heck, no!
 
Well, review the scope of things with His Excellency Moses P. Blah.
 
I understand President Blah cried his way into the earth asking for help from Liberia. But he was denied help. Did the Liberian government treat him right? If it is true, then of course not! But and still President Blah got his 21-gun salute and all other things that come in the package of a state funeral!
 
So, I say, heck! Let Chairman Gyude get his props, dues and salute, right now! No  one should  deny him his dues!
 
There’s more. And all of those former presidents, dead or alive, have reasons to cry out loud for justice.
 
All I am saying is, let Chairman Gyude get his 21-gun salute.
 
Everything that the Government of Liberia allegedly did to him just go into the pages of history. Anyone responsible for all that was wrongfully done to Chairman Gyude will have to give an accounting in the future.
 
Go Chairman Gyude! go home and join our martyrs in the Great Beyond.
 
Whatever you have done for our country will be left with history. Honorable Fidel Castro says it right, “History will absolve me.”
 
Indeed, history will “absolve” Chairman Gyude!
 
Farewell! Chairman Gyude, farewell!
 
May your soul rest in Perfect Peace and Light Perpetual shine upon you! Pass on our love and respect to the rest.
 
Long live Liberia!