Auntie Cee was a consummate wordsmith. Her favorite past-time was to choose a large word and diligently form as many words as she could from the word. To her immense chagrin, I took pleasure in marking her work and fishing out words that she had tried to shoehorn into the lists. She would shout: Afia, stop that! Leave me to do it my way. Yes, Auntie Cee did things her way. In the last couple of weeks since you left us in your way, we’ve been blessed with many of your friends and loved ones recounting instances of you doing things your way. We are comforted by the shared memories of the feisty young girl at Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School in the 50’s, the pretty young lady who captured hearts when she joined her mates in Achimota School for 6th form and the enterprising Legon student who loved to trade. Your fellow cadres have made sure the Revo anthem is still ringing in my ears and the recounting of your years as a trailblazing female politician has been balm to our pain. You have been so many things to so many people, but to us your family, you were our centrepiece that we all revolved around. Like many families, ours is made up of different characters and each one of them had a special place in your heart. Each one of us knew we could call you and you will be there for us. Indeed, you understood everyone’s special circumstance and had solutions to them all. When anyone hurt you, you will be the first to reach out to mend bridges as no-one was a lost cause to you. When we disagreed on that, you will start with “Afia, you have to understand” or “Given the circumstances” and justify why we do not have to give up on anyone. That was your religion. Ours was a Church of two members who would talk, laugh, eat and sleep our Sundays away. We had such a good time, and no-one could figure out what kept us laughing the whole day. Oh, my Asoreba, this service did not end well and Sundays will never be the same again. So now, as you are at rest with loads of time on your hands till we meet again to fellowship, take out your pen and dairy and break down EVOLUTION into smaller words. First word - LOVE. Always. Asoreba. From Afia Acheampongmaa NIECE T R I B U T E 1 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 46 A Loving Farewell
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