Tribute by
Mrs. Grace Yankson
“Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies,
But thou dost all my anguish sees
O God, be merciful to me”
MHB 350 – VERSE 3
Oh Korkor, why so soon, why this time? How can I question God, for all that He does is well-planned, good and beautiful. I affectionately called Mrs. Akwesi by her local name Korkor, and she also would respond with Adjoa, my local name.
We have known each other for more than forty (40) years. The first time I met her was when she was pregnant of her second born and she so heavy that I stood by the roadside to give room to her to pass. When she reached me, she held my hand and started laughing. Her question was “are you afraid of me”? I also laughed and responded, ‘No I rather sympathize with you because you are carrying a big and heavy load”. So, we both laughed, talked for a while and departed. Since then, we have been so close that I know most of her relatives and she also knew mine. Our children are also friends.
Korkor was a very hard working and caring woman. Her house was always filled with so many mouths to feed therefore, she worked extra to supplement her income.
She prepared Ga kenkey to sell, and also made Tie and Die fabrics. Her last product was fried groundnuts and flour chips which she prepared in large quantities and supplied to the shops on U.C.C. campus.
She was a happy, humble and easy-going woman. She loved people, so her house was filled with her own children, relatives and even children of friends and strangers.
Korkor, you have fought the good fight.
You have finished the Race.
Rest peacefully in the Bosom of the Lord.
Da Yie! Da Yie!!
Nyɔnko Pa, Da yie!!!
Amen.