My Mama Akua. When I think of her, I’m reminded of countless moments that shaped my life—condensing a lifetime of experiences into a 400word tribute feels almost impossible. To those of us born in the early 1970s, she was Mama Akua, a name that resonated with love and warmth. She became Auntie Cee for the Millennial, Gen Z and Gen Alpha nieces and nephews, but to me, she will always be my Mama Akua. Beautiful and glamorous, she had a keen sense of fashion and an unwavering devotion to family. Family! Same blood, different characters, plenty drama. To her, family always came first—no matter what, she was the ultimate unifier, reminding us every single time that “3nye hwii.” Who will unite us now that you are gone? Here I digress! Today, I pay homage to a strong, beautiful woman who not only inspired me but also championed policies to ensure that at least one million Ghanaian girls were sent to school and kept in school. I honor the woman who mothered me and mine, dishing out wisdom, advice, tact and strategy like it was her daily dose of medicine. Before she was everyone’s Auntie Cee, she was my Mama Akua. You have not toiled in vain. Through your toil, you gave us your strength—the greatest legacy we could ever ask for. Rest in peace, knowing that because of you, we will do all we can, with God’s help, to ensure that the legacy of Yaa Twenewaa will forever live on. From Nana Yaa Ofosuah NIECE T R I B U T E 1 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 45 A Loving Farewell
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