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My Brother lives on


Please, like this page dedicated to my brother and the cause: https://www.facebook.com/…/My…/1512439455638928…

Feel free to express yourselves and leave any message.  His story as I knew it, will be published as an everlasting tribute to him and my advocacy.

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Author:

Marie Angele Abanga (simplified to Marie Abanga) aka MAG likes to describe herself as a “Jacqueline of several trades”. She is an everyday woman and mother with a zigzag profile. Let’s give it a try! She is an Activist, an Author, a Coach, a Consultant, a Feminist, a Lawyer, a Lecturer, a Prince 2 Project Manager, a Psychotherapist, a Philanthropist, a minister of the Word of God and...! She just loves to sum it up by saying she is a person of passions and a tale of talents. Her life’s journey has filled over 6 books already and her three musketeers keep her busy at home. MAG is also the founder and CEO of the association Hope for the Abused and Battered, and the Country Director of the Gabriel Bebonbechem Foundation for Epilepsy & Mental wellbeing. The plethora of life's experiences and shenanigans she has lived through and learned from in near 4 decades of existence, have equipped her with such an arsenal to coach, train and motivate just any and everyone. She is so charismatic, dynamic and full of life, going by her designed mantra of 3Ds: Determination; Discipline and Dedication. These sum her+her quest to be the best version of herself and impact others perfectly. She attributes all her wealth of knowledge to her conscientious attendance of both informal and formal school.

13 thoughts on “My Brother lives on

  1. Hey! Im not usually on Facebook anymore, but I went and liked your page.. I’m sorry you have to go through this

  2. On that henceforth dreaded Saturday, I bought four new books. The one I immediately started reading was title “Please Save Me From Myself”. Once I gather the strength to finish, I will do a review on my blog. I felt I was reading my brother’s story and felt a certain urgency to finish it and reach out more forcefully to my brother. Alas, by the night, he was no more. I remember my mum talking to me about some complications from his recent meds and how I should talk to him (knowing our friendship). I tried but I felt nothing. Oh poor me, who thought I could get our dad to intervene and maybe just reassure him it was ok to seek for help! My Dad answered me he saw nothing wrong and told me he didn’t have my brother’s number. My brother is dead and I grieve in all honesty, no more ill feelings because I know we did all what we could and knew best. Thanks so much to you all for the enormous support my family and I are getting.

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