“What nonsense are you talking?” I retorted angrily. “Sir, it’s true. I took her to her 31st December Women’s Movement office. She got out, went upstairs to her office, came back, sat in the car, but when I got here, she was not in the car”. In the middle of this narration, Auntie Ceci herself also burst into the office. At first, she did not see her driver because his back was towards her. “Agya”, she also blurted out, “we are going to have to sack my driver. Can you believe that he took me to my 31st December Movement office and abandoned me there?” By then, the two of them had seen each other and the true story of the events that had occurred unfolded. Apparently, soon after Auntie Ceci went to her 31st December Women’s Movement office, she came back to pick up something she had left in the back seat of the car. She opened the car door, picked the item and shut the door and returned to her office. The driver without looking back assumed that she had sat in the car and took off. When he arrived at the Ministry and could not find Auntie Ceci in the car, he concluded that she had turned into a ghost! We all had a good laugh and shared a bottle of beer over the incident. So you see, it was not all work. There were moments of humour as well. We will all miss Auntie Ceci. She was a comrade’s comrade, a true revolutionary heroine, and she has gone to join the comrades gone before – Jerry John Rawlings, Captain Kojo Tsikata, Justice D. F. Annan, Ing. P. V. Obeng, Issifu Ali, A. A. Munufie, Professor John Evans Atta Mills, Professor Kofi Awoonor, Professor Kwesi Botchwey, Madam Sherry Ayittey, Mrs. Ama Benyiwa-Doe, and others too numerous to mention. Fare thee well, Awo! God be with you! 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 73 A Loving Farewell
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