My dear beautiful and brave niece,
I just called Maama and I told her that I felt like crying. I remember the hard days and the toll it took on Maama, I can’t say how much but I would say a silent prayer for you
Words feel small when I try to express the depth of my joy and pride in you. You have walked through fire and emerged radiant, stronger than ever. Cancer may have tried to dim your light, but you’ve shown the world that your spirit is unshakable.
I remember the days of uncertainty, the quiet prayers, the moments when hope felt fragile. But even then, you held on—with grace, with courage, with a smile that defied fear. You taught us all what it means to fight not just for life, but for joy, for dreams, for tomorrow.
Your journey has been more than survival—it’s been a testament to resilience. You’ve inspired not only me, but everyone who’s watched you rise. You’ve reminded us that healing is not just physical, but emotional, spiritual, and deeply personal. And you’ve done it all with a heart full of love and a soul that refuses to be broken.
Bersheaba, your name now carries a new meaning: warrior, survivor, beacon. I hope you wear it with pride. I hope you know that your story will echo in the hearts of many—those still fighting, those who’ve lost, and those who need a reason to believe.
As you step into this new chapter, may you be surrounded by laughter, purpose, and peace. May your dreams stretch wide and your days be filled with the kind of joy that only comes from having truly lived. And may you always remember: you are deeply loved, endlessly admired, and forever cherished.
With all my heart,
Roland,katatiina
Mwene 