I write again!

Once again I come to you. Once again I write. I guess taking a jolt to the head does a lot. Fortunately, I did not hit it.

Northeasters do dump a lot of snow. Then we clean up because life must go on.
I wrote articles when Papa J changed his abode. Those articles are in archives. Maybe one day, the sun will shine on where they are hidden. For now, I write and permit to say “Adieu, Papa J. You have done your bit. We cannot and will not judge you. Fly your way home, sir”

I write in pain and turmoil tonight. I ask myself if 2020 was not enough. 2021 has just started and those getting off the train of life are close to home. The tears will no longer flow except for fond memories. Memories so pleasant you ask yourself why you mourn.

With that let me enshrine my adopted mother’s name here. Auntie Abigail Dom, I am going to miss you. I will always cherish your advice and laughter. I still miss the Christmas Carols you took round the homes of Rotarians just to raise money for projects. I will miss the fireside chats and dinners. I will miss standing on the stairs to catch a breeze with you. Kofi Gyan and will grieve but we will laugh for you were so full of life. Head on home, mummy. Uncle K Dom awaits.

Then Mr Robert Bentil. I don’t even know how to describe the smile that will make the toughest melt. O if you were a woman, your suitors would have been many. Your kind and gentle self decided it is time to catch up with your Creator. A founding father of the Ghanaian Catholic Ministry that has metamorphosed into a Quasi Parish, you patiently did impart your knowledge to all who came near. Your laughter healed many a wound and left no scars. Sir, I salute.

Then Mr.Lennox Kukuu Arthur. So young. Life cut short. Loved ones left reeling in anguish and shock. How? My good sir till we meet again.

There are many more but I will not mention all. I will say Rest Well.

People are still dying. Be it Covid related or not. But at best let us prevent that death that we can avoid. So I urge you all to mask up, avoid gatherings and simply stay home.

These words have come to stay. Remote, New Normal, Social Distancing. They carry new meanings for us. Travel is now a strange word and connotes a lot of pain and discomfort. Passports and Visas are even stranger words. Who needs them now.

Keep healthy. Eat healthy.

Do not be defined by society. Be you. Dress in what makes you comfortable and not what others think you must wear unless it is a uniformed job or career.

What will it take for us to focus and develop instead of constantly selling our kith and kin for thirty pieces of silver? Yes Africa must grow and take her rightful place.

This fall has really juggled my brain.
Till I write again, I say mask up if you are stepping out. Other than that stay indoors.

Make some noise but Silently.