From Grandchildren NANA AMA SARPOMAH AGYEMANG Grandma Obaa Yaa was a woman you simply could not forget. She was smart, beautiful, and unapologetically bold, someone who carried herself with a quiet power that made everyone around her pay attention. I remember her red hair so vividly. It felt unconventional, almost eccentric, but that was her—fearless in her expression and entirely her own. She embodied what it meant to be a matriarch. People looked up to her not only for her strength, but for her brilliance. She was a businesswoman, an intelligent force, and an inspiration in politics throughout Accra and beyond. Her presence carried weight, but her spirit carried warmth. What I will miss most are the little things when I saw her 2025—the sound of her voice, the way she would call out, “Hey Sarpomah, how’s NYC? How’s work life?” And of course, her curiosity never stopped there— she always wanted to know everything, even who I was dating. That was her love language: being deeply interested, deeply present, deeply connected. It is still so hard to believe she is gone. The loss feels unreal. We didn’t just lose a grandmother—we lost a beacon of joy, of laughter, of wisdom. Someone who lived to host, to bring people together, to pour love into every room she entered. My heart aches knowing I won’t hear her voice again, but I carry her with me—in my spirit, in my ambition, in the way I love and show up for others. I will forever miss you, Grandma Obaa Yaa. May you rest in power and peace. TRIBUTE W 18 A Loving Farewell 1934 MRS. OBAA YAA AFRIFA 2025
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