MICHAEL MBUWIR

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God works through men and instruments - his priests,
Who from time immemorial pour their lives,
Like the Kingly master sorely opprest,
Who though killed in his youth his message still thrives.
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BRAVO FR HENRI
When a father is talked about,
He’s sure perceived without a doubt;
In a priest who among us stays,
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Society seems to have gone wild,
And man can’t pretend to be mild;
Many shunning God’s law have strayed,
Into the abyss there to stay.
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The saviour from on high,
Descended to the earth,
To free man from his sigh.
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One thing that drives children mad,
Is go through that really bad,
Experience of having to live,
Without father or mother.
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6.

A thing in the human breast,
That leaves him partially dumb,
For when in love he scarcely can rest,
As this thing makes him ever ready to jump.
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O how good! O how blessed,
When brothers in unity,
And towards the same goal press,
With joy, love, and dignity.
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From Jules peters, Pius thou true received,
A task thou would never have sure perceived;
To lead the mighty diocese forward,
For no gain but a heavenly reward.
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Gone? No!Too soon
Without notice? We hatched great plans
cruelty, haven't you any limit?
I bleed, my heart bleeds
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At the prime of life,
When all seems to glitter
Hatched plans becoming real,
And the sun beginning to shine.
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Then the dawn broke the darkness,
With beams from the rising sun,
Tearing the iron sheath worn by ‘nightness',
And her brilliant face was shown.
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It's Friday, happy Friday,
Suits are resting.

It's Friday, sweet Friday,
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MICHAEL MBUWIR Biography

Michael Mbuwir, SD, was born on the 31st day of the eighty sixth year of the nineteenth hundred, at the Djottin Catholic Health centre, in the North West Region of Cameroon. Received as a unique gift into the family of Prisca Bomyee and the deceased Tata Gregory. Being the first of four children, he was nursed and educated at the elementary level at G. S Simonkoh. He did his secondary and high school Studies from 1998-2005 at the Saint Aloysius’ Minor Seminary Kitiwum. In 2005/2006 he spent a propaedeutic year at the St John Mary Vianney Spiritual Centre during which he did introductory courses in Catholic and Christian studies. He then proceeded to the Major Seminary in Bambui for philosophical studies from September 2006- June 2009. After his Philosophical studies he did theological studies in the same institution from September 2010- June 2014. Ordained a transitory Catholi Deacon on June 24,2013 he was later ordained a Catholic priest on April 22,2014. He has since then served as: Assistant priest in Holy Family Parish New Town, Chaplain and Teacher in St Ann High School Limbe, Lecturer in John Paul II Institute of Theology. Presently, he is serving as Chancellor of the Diocese of Buea and Bishop’s Secretary. Equally, he is Chaplain of the Carmelite Nuns, Sasse, Cameroon.)

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Priesthood

God works through men and instruments - his priests,
Who from time immemorial pour their lives,
Like the Kingly master sorely opprest,
Who though killed in his youth his message still thrives.
Like Melchisedek of old Christ became,
For all who would become children of God,
A mediator and healer of their shame,
Bridging the gap created by their odds.

From the goodly night in the upper-room,
Where gathered with the group of apostles;
He being the guest yet the host, the bridegroom,
Offered bread and wine to the disciples.
A covenant in his body and blood,
Beginning what the world had never known;
As he had taught though they began to brood,
And their only real choice was to begone.


The bread and grape vine offered by Christ’s priests,
Remains not just the bread and the goodly wine;
They’re transformed into the body of Christ,
And the blood of Christ transformed from the vine.
Yet the priest remains only a servant,
Called, chosen, blessed and appointed to act,
Re-enacting the bloody covenant,
In persona Christi he truly acts.

The priesthood derives from the sacrifice,
For the priest too like Christ is a victim.
His blood too must be shed to sanctify,
The folk he offers his life to redeem.
His life is blessed and like christ’s is broken,
Poured forth in the service of the Christians,
Whom God himself has from darkness chosen,
To cleanse, forgive and heal of all their stains.

The priesthood is ever fresh e’en today,
For Christ’s breath still flows in the chosen lot;
Empowering them even nowadays,
As it did to men called of old by God.
Many a scandal may even now flow,
Yet God his servants still uses as e’er,
For they are the oxen through whom he ploughs,
His vineyard: children, mothers and fathers.

Mary, the mother of the divine priest,
Could raising the tiny infant profess,
‘This is truly my body’, like a priest,
Raising the host at the mass does confess,
Referring to Christ present in the host,
And truly a sign of his gift of self.
Mary is the mother truly august,
Of today’s priest an’ of the God-man himself.

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