15/06/2025
To the man who brought me into this world and made sure I had an education, thank you. Our Sunday afternoons were always marked by wrestling matches—you'd let me win every time, just to see me smile. I loved wrestling only because you did, though now I find it strange to enjoy watching people fight, haha.
Our Monday evenings were spent discussing American politics and the history of Ghana’s political scene. Looking back, I now see some views were a bit biased—but I held onto them because “Dada said so.” I became NPP because you were NPP. We would watch National Geographic together, and I suspect that’s where my love for animals began.
To you, I was your queen, your joy, your little project of happiness. I supported Chelsea FC simply because you did, and football nights were sacred. I wasn’t drawn to girly things growing up because I was proudly a daddy’s girl.
Even though you hadn’t completed higher education, you had an admirable grasp of many topics—from politics to business, music to geography. You had great taste in music—blues, pop, everything classic. Paula Abdul, Lionel Richie, Michael Jackson—you had all their CDs. And somehow, you were also a deacon! (That story deserves its own chapter!)
You had a love for fine things and a passion for good food. Looking back now, I see that while I may have dreamed of becoming many things, God gave me exactly what I needed in you. Thank you for being present, for being my guide while I was learning how to walk through life. Your love made me feel whole.
To Mr. Boamah—cheers to the many more memories we are yet to create together.