“W’)fa nono )t) ntua ka oooo aye Owura nono y3b3 daen ne ka oooo aye, W’)fa eeee obi aba w’ekyi oooo aye Owura nono y3b3 dan ne ka oooo aye” This was our theme song in the 80s, sung together in your apartment at Block A No. 1, Switch Back Road at 37. Those early mornings picking weeds from your many pots, the promise of a good meal of fufuo afterward—these memories remain etched in my heart. At your 70th birthday, we sang this song again, and your reply captured the essence of who you were: “You lovely, lovely guys. Thanks so much for your mess ages. As you can see, they all came as a surprise because, you know, Auntie C, I would have dressed up in an appropriate way to receive your messages. But it’s been a big surprise. I really appreciate all your messages. Some of them brought back old memories. Oh, father. The one I really, really had already almost forgotten and brought back this morning was the song. Of course, I have memories of almost everyone who sent a message. I really appreciate this effort. I must say that this is the best of my celebrations so far. Although you are not all here with me, I could feel you through the messages. Thanks. Thank you very much. Thank you. I really appreciate it. And to top it all, you know, this boy forced me to eat about two bowls of Eto) ( wofa fufuo o na anba).” You always called me Poku, as you are Pokua. Your wisdom in plant care, your insistence on fufuo at least once a week, your warmth, generosity, and that beautiful spirit of gratitude—these gifts will live on in me forever. Auntie CECE, sleep well. From Stephen Poku Gyimah NEPHEW T R I B U T E 1 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 47 A Loving Farewell
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