Tribute by
Grandchildren: Narkwor

Grandma, we all miss you. It has been a long time I entered your room to give you something daddy sent me to bring to you. After telling you daddy said I should give you something, you will always say, ‘tell daddy I say a big thank you.’ When I call you, you will say ‘midᴐ’. Your love for my siblings and I was clear. Anytime our parents were out of the house and were late in returning, you will give us money to buy something to eat and immediately call mummy and daddy for us. Who will call daddy and mummy for us when they are not home, now that you are gone? Who will buy us something to eat as we wait for our parents to return home? Oh Grandma! You were such a lovely grandma to me. When it was our birthdays, you will always invite us and pray for us and we will shout ‘Amen’! Anytime we told you we were going to school, you will always say, ‘stay blessed, pay attention in class and have a have a nice day’.

There was an unusual silence in the house that Wednesday morning while I prepared for school. I returned home to meet an unusual crowd of people in black under a canopy. I knew immediately that something was wrong. I asked my mother what was happening? I was told that Grandma was gone. I became so sad but even more sad when one morning I was told your body was to be brought back to the house and then sent to Accra, never to be seen again. I always saw you in daddy’s car or Auntie Gloria’s car or sometimes in a taxi but that day, you were brought in a hearse. I watched how they sang and prayed for you. I had such a sad day at school. But I know you are in heaven.