FROM GHEBUA BOAKYE I came to call you “Maa,” for you embraced me as a daughter from the very first moment we met at Ketu North during the 2000 elections, in the company of the Kekeli Youth Club. I still remember your words as you looked around and said, “Why are you the only lady among five hundred (500) men? Are there no women from Tema or Ashaiman here?” In that instant, a bond was forged—I became your daughter, and you became my mother. Today, I honour you as a woman of extraordinary grace. You were my solace in distress, my wise counsel, my steadfast encourager, and above all, my dearest friend. Maa, the sound of your voice is a comfort I long for each day. As I bid you farewell today, Maa, I take comfort in knowing that you are free from suffering. You now dwell in perfect peace, embraced by celestial beauty and clothed in eternal glory. Rest peacefully, Maa. Obaa, your love is indelible and will never diminish. My love for you transcends all language. Thank you for the profound privilege of sharing in your life. May you rest eternally in the bosom of the Lord. Then I heard a voice from heaven proclaim: “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labours, for their deeds will follow them.” —Revelation 14:13 TRIBUTE W 41 A Loving Farewell 1934 MRS. OBAA YAA AFRIFA 2025
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