Letter to my Mama,

Life is often described as an unpredictable journey. A journey, one should be able to embark on, irrespective of the pain, hurt and sorrow.

Mama, you embodied the essence of life itself. No one is truly prepared for a letter like this, but here we are. You were my first love, my treasure, my source of joy and strength, my inspiration and motivation, my unwavering prayer warrior, and my dance companion with your ever-smiling face and humble spirit. Mama, why can't I receive your daily prayers links anymore? This life feels so cruel without you.

Dear sweet Mama, thank you for loving me so endlessly. Allow me to take you down memory lane. Do you recall the times when you felt unwell? I would sleep by your bedroom door, constantly checking to ensure you were breathing, for I was terrified of a world without you.

My late uncle, Blessed Alormele, shared with me the stories of your beautiful marriage ceremony. I know you aspired for a successful marriage, but life took unexpected turns, and you embraced the responsibility of caring for DD and I on your own. You managed it all with such grace that I never felt the absence of a father. Mama, you brought me immense joy and strength; you were my greatest cheerleader. Many of my friends came to know you through your heartfelt messages in response to every one of my posts on Facebook.

 As the only child for 13 years, you never failed to organize my yearly birthday celebrations. Life was so harmonious with you by my side. You celebrated every milestone with great seriousness—my birthdays, Valentine's Days, and special events that some parents might overlook; you cherished each one. Last year, on my birthday, you were scheduled for chemotherapy, yet you told me, "I instructed Dr. Mullane not to schedule treatment on my daughter’s birthday, as it would ruin her day." What truly amazes me is that your concern was for my birthday, not your own treatment. Sadly, due to scheduling challenges, you had to keep the appointment. Yet, on my special day, you and Dr. Mullane still took the time to call and wish me a happy birthday.

Mama, how can words truly capture your kindness? You are such a rare soul. Do people like you still exist? I still remember the day I collapsed from malaria. You carried me on your back and rushed me to the hospital on foot when our car was delayed. You taught me to love everyone and to never hold onto resentment. I witnessed you embody this philosophy in your interactions with your siblings and friends. Your daily reminder in Ewe was, "If you harbor no evil towards anyone, their evil will not touch you."

You have always prioritized others in your life, to the point where I would jokingly caution you to stop reaching out to those who rarely reciprocated. I even affectionately nicknamed you “Mother Asunjui Hene,” and you would laugh and respond, “Ewoe Ese paa de.”

You were fierce, focused, and driven in your career. You effortlessly excelled in roles traditionally held by men, all while they patiently awaited your missteps. Instead, you consistently delivered results that exceeded their expectations, leaving behind an impressive legacy of success that spoke for itself.

My dearest Mama, my best friend. Loving you is the simplest thing I have ever experienced; it comes even more naturally than breathing. How could I not love someone so remarkable—radiating mercy, light, warmth, humility, resilience, beauty, courage, joy, and an ever-forgiving heart? Your vibrant spirit, richness of character, and deep faith are just a few of the countless reasons why loving you is effortless and fulfilling.

God, I long for another moment to say goodbye to my mom, for I feel a part of me is forever lost. Mama, you shared with me, your unwavering faith and hope.  “Ese, one day I too will testify of my healing.” You often reminded me, “El Roi, the God who sees me, I will not be buried, and I will not bury.” It fills me with disappointment that a woman who demonstrated such immense faith, even amid her daily struggles—where her heart rate would soar above 160 moments after receiving fentanyl IV—seemed unanswered by God. I find myself questioning whether I must continue to have that same faith, to be good, prayerful, and persistent in my relationship with Him. Mama, I can already hear your response: “He is still God.” Hmmm.

Mama, writing this beautiful love story will take a lifetime. My beloved mama, cancer has been cruel to us, and the years without you have felt just as unjust. Thank you for fighting tirelessly to take custody of your precious grandson Deshawn, even while you were bravely battling cancer. Your love for DD and me has been a guiding light. I am grateful for the way you brought Deshawn to me—unharmed, well-mannered, and nurtured. Thank you for teaching us how to continuously love God, even amid life's troubling storms.

Mama, though your time in the United States was brief and filled with hospital visits, treatments, and pain, your infectious love and care have left a lasting impact on my friends who embraced you as a mother. I had so many plans for us, my sunshine. You left this world too soon, and there are still countless moments of life I long to share with you. How can I navigate this journey without you? I remember your panic when it became clear that things were taking a turn for the worse at the hospital. It was as if you sensed the presence of death, and you told me, “Ese, I don’t want to die and leave you.” I reassured you, saying, “Mama, don’t worry; I will take you home and care for you myself.”

On Sunday February 16, precisely at 5:58 PM, after two beautiful days of being surrounded by your loved ones by your bedside, you took a piece of my heart with you. Our hearts are shattered, left in anguish. That fateful day, as I raced down the stairs, consumed by pain and with Dela holding me tightly, I realized I would never be the same again. An overwhelming emptiness washed over me, a fear I had long dreaded since childhood. The one person who bestowed me with strength has departed, taking that strength with her.

Mama, Mama, it’s Ese calling for you. Please respond as you always did, with “Ese nye fe gbe dododa.” I will love you forever. If there is ever another opportunity for you to be a mother, I ask that you choose me once again as your Ese (daughter).

Rest well, my beloved and beautiful fighter. El-roi may no longer see you on earth at this time, but you are now with Him in heaven. Please send my love to Mamaa and Togbui.

Forever your daughter
Ese.

I’ve been reflecting on the one word that encapsulates my mother, but I quickly realized that no single word or phrase could ever truly capture the essence of such an extraordinary person. My mom was a woman of unwavering faith, a devoted mother, grandmother, sister, aunty, and friend but above all, she was a fierce fighter. She embodied selflessness and compassion, teaching us the importance of kindness and embracing everyone we met with open arms.

Even during her illness, my mother maintained a remarkable ability to find joy and positivity. Her resilience was truly inspiring, and it served as a comforting reminder of the beauty that can still be found, even in difficult times. She often called me her "miracle baby," having welcomed me into her life in her forties. The connection I share with my mom is incredibly unique—a beautiful and nurturing bond that reflects the unconditional love of a mother for her child. I affectionately refer to her as Katty, and she responds with “Katty’s son.” She was my confidante, the first person I turned to for guidance, and she was present for every significant milestone in my life.

My mom ensured that my sister and I never felt the absence of a father, embodying both parental roles with grace and love. I cherish the pride she felt when my Uncle Jojo came into my life, as it gave me a protector and guide. The love you have shown us, your children, and your grandson is beyond words. You always celebrated our achievements with such joy, as if they were your own. Your unwavering support and affection have truly shaped our lives, and we are endlessly grateful for it.

You always prayed for our success, and now that you are with your maker, I know you will continue to intercede on our behalf. We, your children and grandson, will strive to live in the light you illuminated on our paths, carrying forward your values and the beautiful legacy you left behind. Your constant reminder to “lé wò Mawu la ɖe asi sesĩe”—always hold God close—will remain etched in our hearts.

This loss is indeed profound, but I take solace in the knowledge that you are with your maker. You fought a brave battle, and now your fight is over. You are at peace.

Katty, Katty, Katty your silence truly means you’re gone.

Mama babaa na wò.
Na zɔ nyuie. Mawu nenɔ kpli wò!!

Rest well mom. I love you!

Tribute to My Grandmother

Today, I have the honor of speaking about one of the most incredible people in my life—my grandmother. It’s hard to put into words just how much she means to me, but if I had to describe her in a few, they would be loving, wise, and irreplaceable.

My grandmother was more than just family; she was my teacher, my guide, and my safe place. No matter what was happening in my life, I always knew that her arms were open, her heart was full, and her words would bring comfort and wisdom. She had a way of making everything feel okay, even when life felt overwhelming.

She taught me “the importance of kindness, how to stay strong in difficult times. Her wisdom wasn’t just in what she said, but in how she lived—with grace, generosity, and a heart full of love.

Grandma, your love has shaped me in ways I will carry forever. Your laughter, your stories, and your unwavering belief in me will always be a part of who I am. I miss you, I cherish you, and I am beyond grateful for every moment we shared.

Thank you for everything, Grandma. I love you always.

‘’And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me “Write this: blessed are the dead who die in the lord from henceforth. Yes, saith the spirit that they may rest from Their labour and their works do follow them: Revelation 14:13

In November, 2023 you informed us of your desire to visit your children in the United State of America (USA).

What even gladden us most was your desire to travel with our grandson (Senyo) who had not seen the mother for a very long time. Your arrival marks a reunion of a family who had been separated for a long time. Sweet mother as we affectionately called you, your sudden departure to eternal rest has left us in shock. Sweet mother, you have been our mother after the demise of our mother in 2002. As a mother, you performed all the roles that were expected of you.

As a unifier you ensure that, the family was united. you called us to order when you realized that anyone of us is going astray. Sweet mother, you were not only concerned about our unity but you supported us in our time of need. Sweet mother, we recall that while you were in the USA you made it a point to communicate with us as well as our children and their families. Your caring and sympathetic attribute is very much appreciated and we will never forget your willingness to represent the family at social events, in and outside the country.

Hon. Sweet mother, you were exemplary in all the things that you engaged in, by so doing you won a lot of respect and love for the family. Our dear sister you were very generous and ready to share whatever you have with us, not only us, but other people benefited immensely from your generosity.

Hon Sister, as a hard worker, your participation in party politics elevated you to a position of a presiding member of the Kpando Municipal Assemble, a feat we would forever cherished. Sweet mother you thought us to have faith in our maker irrespective of the challenges that we face. It is therefore no wonder that, any challenge you face in your life, you always look up to God for solution. After a year stay in America, we heard you were taken ill and hospitalized a few times. Our hope and prayer was for quick recovery. little did we know that, that is the journey to your maker,

Truly, this world is not our permanent home as the Bible reminds us: For here we do not have a lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come (Hebrews 13:14).

We had envisioned more time together, more opportunities to laugh and crate new memories. But while we miss you dearly and wish you are still with us, we take comfort in knowing that you are resting in the presence of the one who loves you most.

Our Dear Sister!! Hon. Margaret, sweet mother!!! as we say our goodbyes, we hold on to the hope that, this parting is only temporary. Your memory lives on in our hearts, and the lessons you taught us will continue to guide our lives.

We trust in God’s perfect plan, knowing that, his ways are higher than ours, even when we don’t fully understand.

Hon. Margaret!!! Sweet mother!!!

Our dear sister farewell, and continue to rest in peace with your maker till we meet again

Hedenyiee Dzudzor le Ntifafame!!

Dear Mama,

In your departure, we find solace in the words “Those who walk uprightly enter into peace and they find rest as they lie in death”.

It is with deep sorrow that we pay tribute to a wonderful human whom we were privileged to have as auntie. You were not only a teacher, confidant, and counsellor , but also a mentor. We could not have asked for a better auntie.

Family and togetherness held great significance for you, hence your cherished words to me each time we met “Mia woe le norvi wo lo”. Today, we celebrate a life well lived. Your devotion to the things of God, your generous spirit and love for family will be forever treasured. Though you may no longer be with us in body, your spirit will forever live on in the love you left with us.

Mama, you danced in the midst of the storm with grace. Sleep well hero.

Mawu nanor kpliwo

We celebrate the life of our dear Auntie, a woman who brought light, laughter, and love into every moment she shared with us. She was the life of the party who had a way of making everyone feel special, showering us with love and giving each of us unique names that made us feel seen and cherished.

Auntie’s love knew no bounds. She had a warmth that embraced us all, a kindness that uplifts, and a spirit that radiated pure joy. But what we admired most about her was her unwavering faith in God. No matter the challenges she faced, she held on to her belief with unshakable strength, inspiring us with her resilience and trust in Him.

She was a fighter, a true warrior who faced life’s battles with courage and grace. She never gave up, holding on until her very last breath, proving to us all what it means to live with determination and strength. Even in her toughest moments, her faith never wavered, and her love for us never dimmed.

Our hearts ache at the thought of life without her, but we find comfort in the countless memories she gifted us—her laughter, her affectionate nicknames, her love, and her unwavering spirit. Auntie, you may no longer be with us in body, but your love, your lessons, and your legacy will live on in our hearts forever.

We love you; we miss you, and we will carry you with us always.

Rest in peace, Auntie.

Mama met me during her late father's funeral and since then she took care of me like her own. Her love for me was unconditional because I did nothing to deserve the responsibility she took upon herself. Mama lovingly guided me through my senior high school years and teacher training, always there to support me until I got married and moved out just a few years ago. Her unwavering care has shaped who I am today, and I am incredibly grateful for everything she did for me during that important time in my life.

Mama, mama!! You will forever remain in my heart for all you did for me .Your encouragement, support, teachings and motherly nurturing has shaped me to become who I am today. Mama who would call to check up on me and my family now? I remember our last call when we prayed and asked God for healing, so I meet you again, but he knows best! The thought of never seeing you again hurts. Rest in Peace Mama! Rest in the bosom of the Lord.

I love you so much 

To My Beloved Aunty,

Dearest Aunty,

It’s hard to find the right words to express what you meant to me, but I will try. From the time I was a child, you were there, not just as my aunty but as a constant source of love and support. When my dear mother, Agnes Gordon, passed away, the vacuum in my life seemed impossible to fill. But you, with your incredible heart and selflessness, stepped in without hesitation. You became my guiding light, my second mother, and my rock.

You were always there for me, in my moments of joy and sadness alike. I will never forget how you made life at OLA so much more comfortable for me, offering me a sense of security that I didn’t know I needed. It wasn’t just about providing a roof over my head; it was the warmth, the care, and the unspoken understanding that made all the difference. You went out of your way to ensure I had everything I needed, whether it was help with school or just a quiet place to reflect and find peace.

I remember how close you were to our family, especially when you were expecting DD, and Mawuse was still in primary school. You didn’t just think of yourself, you thought of all of us. You made a special request to Sister Regina to allow me to stay home with you as a day student for the entire academic year, even before informing Da Ceci. That moment spoke volumes about the trust and bond you shared with my family, and the way you always prioritized our well- being.

Your care wasn’t just a role you played; it was a part of who you were. Your kindness, your unwavering support, and your love were a constant in my life, and I will forever be grateful for that. I feel so fortunate to have had you by my side, to be shaped by your love, and to witness the strength of your character.

Though you may no longer be with us physically, your love and influence live on in everything I do. You were more than just family; you were a foundation I could always rely on, and I carry your lessons with me every day. I hope to honor your memory by living a life full of love, kindness, and strength, just as you did.

Rest peacefully, Aunty. You will always be in my heart.

With all my love,

Viva

O death, where is your victory?

What can the grave do?

What can it do to me?

For Christ has risen from death’s prison.

God has spoken, hell is broken

And my Lord has set me free.

Catholic hymn 202

Auntie Maggie, it is hard to believe that we are no longer going to see your face or hear your voice again, the voice that always carried so much joy and warmth when it was heard. Although we witnessed your fight and determination to overcome this dreadful illness, and know that God took you away because He didn’t want you to continue living in pain, losing you is still a loss that we all prayed that would be avoided. Although we know very well that every event is just as the good Lord intends it, your passing has left a void and an aching gap in our hearts.

Looking back, you were always the aunt that brought joy and laughter wherever you went. We knew the life of the party had arrived whenever we saw your face or heard the shout “Novia O!!” from whichever part of the house we were. Your presence was so impactful that your absence during the early stages of your illness was immediately felt whenever we didn’t see you at family events. Dear Auntie, how we wish we had seen you and spent so much more time with you back then instead of wondering where you were. We know that there is no one that can take your place! You left a hollow no one can ever fill.

Auntie Maggie, we have no doubt that you are now with your Maker whom you loved and trusted your whole life. We know that for certain, because we bore witness to your immense faith and trust in God during the most trying times of your life. Where most would have wavered and doubted, you stood steadfast in your faith and kept your eyes on God’s will in your life. We know deep down that you are in a better place and your soul is in oneness with God, but we miss you so dearly. It is hard to come to terms with the fact that we will never hear from you again.

You have left such sweet memories in our hearts that we put on replay and think over bitter sweetly. Your benevolent smile lifted our hearts anytime you were near us. You never failed to make everyone feel happy in your presence. You prayed for and with us during our own challenging times. You did not relent in your prayers for us even in your last days! Your words always sent encouragement to everyone that you met and we  know that you left footprints in the sands of time. Auntie, we have lost a precious jewel; if death were preventable, we would have kept it from coming your way and held onto you selfishly.

Auntie, fare thee well! You fought a good fight! You have left an indelible mark in our hearts that nothing will ever erase. Surely auntie, our love for you will forever remain.  Rest in Peace and we know when we see you again, it will be the most joyful reunion. Until then, we will miss you and keep our memories with you in our hearts.

A Life of Shared Friendship and Love

The news of your passing pierced our hearts like a wicked arrow that has left us bleeding and troubled. We are yet to come to terms with your passing. It’s like a part of us has gone with your passing. How can that not be, when our lives have been marked with lots of great joy, laughter and love as well as brief moments of grief and sadness over the past 50 years and more. Indeed, we have together lived the meaning of our special name Novia, which is “close siblings from the samemother.”

You will recall our friendship as students and young adults, our different courtships and marriages, our gossips and oh the laughter. We have slept together the three of us in the same bed, we have shared your delicious meals and drank red wine with your home-baked spongy cakes whenever we celebrated any of our birthdays in March, May or December. We have been blessed with children and celebrated various anniversaries together. We have travelled together abroad, the three of us, and visited one of the iconic safari parks in the world. What a half- century of love and friendship!

Whether at your house or our house, the shout of Novia o !!! tells everyone that the three of us are around. No wonder, our colleagues and friends had resorted to calling us Novia instead of by our given names. Now that you are gone, the name

Novia will no longer be heard. The name Novia is gone with you. But our shared love and memories will endure forever.

Novia, you shouldn’t have left us so soon. You were a woman of faith, a strong believer in the Word of God and the Power of the Holy Spirit. Above all, you held on closely to the healing power of God throughout the long period of your illness. So, your passing at this time can only be because God wants you to come home to end your suffering. God is saying to you: “Come home my dear daughter. You have fought the good fight. You have played your part. Now, come and rest with me”.

We are convinced that you are resting peacefully with the Lord. We believe your current address is: God’s Place, House of Eternal Glory, Heaven. As true Catholics, we will continue to pray for the repose of your gentle and kind soul until we are reunited with you up yonder one day with shouts of Novia o resounding all around us.

Receive our prayerful greetings and kind regards.

From: Philomena and your Husband Koentsi (which is your favourite nickname for me)

Remembering “ONLY OO” MY SWEET SISTER

When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run, Father, grant thy wearied one rest forever more. Margaret and I met at OLA Secondary School Form one in 1964. Our class was very small so we all mingled together but not as close friends. After our “O” level we both returned to the sixth form and again we were in the same class. After sixth form I continued to Winneba Specialist Training College but Maggie went on to teach for two years after which she came to the same college. Since we knew each other we bonded and became close friends. After completion I returned to OLA to teach Home Science and Maggie later joined me in the same department. We became very close and spent a lot of time together.

There were three of us in the department and we decided to stay fit by going jogging every weekend. So we got together with a few officers from the Volta barracks and formed a weekend jogging team. We went jogging every Saturday morning after which we all returned to OLA and cooked “mpusuo” (pepper soup made with goat meat, chicken or grasscutter meat). We ate and drank (we drank soft drinks while the officers drank beer) till about noon and then returned home to sleep. It was on one of these jogging trips that Maggie came in a funny pair of shorts, though we always wore pants, and our third friend Susie and I shouted together “only your shorts oo” and from that day “only oo” became a nickname for the three of us. Eventually we “lost” our individual names and only called each other “only oo”.

When I left OLA Maggie and I stayed in touch and each time I returned to Ghana I visited her at OLA and after she left we met in Accra when she went to mark exam papers. Our meetings became sporadic and I later learned that she was battling cancer and she admitted this the last time we met. In 2024 Maggie informed me that she was in Chicago with Mawuse, so I called her and it was then I learned that she was very sick. I spoke with Mawuse and told her I was coming to visit her but not to let her know.

My first visit was in September and she was upstairs so I went to see her in the room and she was surprised to see me. She got up from the bed, we hugged each other and cried together, we continued hugging and crying on each other’s shoulder not knowing what to say. Eventually we went downstairs and sat in the couch hugging and crying again, then we took some pictures and recalled the past. I went back to visit her in January and returned to NY in a week with plans to return in March, but by the middle of February I called to check on her and heard that her condition had changed so I went back to be with her. I arrived on Friday and was glad she could at least recognize me and mumbled “only oo my sweet sister”. She gave up the spirit peacefully on Sunday surrounded by close friends and family.

Now the laborer’s task is over. Now the battle-day is past. Now upon the farther shore, lands the voyager at last Father, in thy gracious keeping, leave we now thy servant sleeping.

REST IN PERFECT PEACE ONLY OO.

You are forever in my heart.

You have fought a good fight. You have finished the race. You have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for you the crown of righteousness which the Lord the righteous judge will give you. Amen. 2 Timothy 4: 7-8.

Eulogizing our fallen Sister has been one difficult task I have been dreading since the news of her passing to glory broke out, I must admit, hmmm. Ms. Krampa wore many hats at both OLA and POGA levels. She was a teacher, a housemistress and later became the President of POGA. Some called her Da Maggie, Sister Maggie, Aunty Maggie but most POGs and her former students affectionately called her Ms. Krampa.

Our dear sister, friend, mother and school mate, Da Maggie studied at O.L.A Secondary School, Ho from 1964 to 1969 to achieve her GCE Ordinary Level Certificate. She pursued the Advanced Level thereafter and gained the A Level Certificate in 1971 at the same School. She was a true Gem of OLA, Ho.

Sister Maggie then went on with her academic pursuance in many areas of her education to the highest qualification in the teaching profession. Our sister returned to her alma mater to teach home science from 1978 to 1992. Whiles at OLA, she was given an additional responsibility as the Housemistress of St. Cecilia House and later became the head of the Home Science Dept. A position she held with steadfastness to the admiration of all and sundry.

Aunty Maggie had a way of making everyone around her feel like they were part of something bigger—whether through her work, her show of kindness to others, or her endless energy for the causes that mattered most to her. Her love for life, and for people, was magnetic. Aunty Maggie was simply loved by all who met and knew her. She was passionate, a motivator, kind, selfless, hardworking, dedicated and always putting smiles on people’s faces.

Ms Krampa was one of the founding mothers of Past OLA Girls Association (POGA). Years down the line, she was elected by POGs during the 2010 POGA National Congress into the high office of the Association as the National President from 2010 – 2017, a period which exceeded the mandatory 4-year term for the position of a president.

Ms. Krampa’s journey as the National President was a tough one as she had to organize and coordinate the revival of the association of past students effectively with the collaboration of POGA Greater Accra.

Da Maggie, your work with POGA, that incredible, ever-growing community, was truly something to behold. We watched as you led by example, not just with words, but with deeds. You poured your heart into every moment, every conversation, and every project. You never sought recognition, yet people could not help but notice the difference you made. You inspired us and this brought about a unity of purpose that saw a great revival of the Association.

As National president, you: successfully coordinated the organization and celebration of OLA’s 60th Anniversary in association with POGA Greater Accra Executives in 2014. Supported the idea of giving back to OLA after 25years and the sponsorship of yearly speechdays mooted by POGA 1989/91. Your encouragement led to the institution of this tradition which 1989/91 group initiated and first celebrated in 2015 and is ongoing to date. Coordinated the promulgation of the POGA Global Constitution thus giving POGA a global status.

During her period as the National President of POGA, Ms. Krampa extended that cordial relationship and love to all alumni she came into contact with. She referred to the younger POGs as “Vinyewo” to wit, my children and those close to her age as “my sister”. The way she connected with people was a gift. No one was ever just a name to her; everyone was a story waiting to be heard and/or waiting to be uplifted.

And yet, it was not all about the work, was it? Da Maggie had that incredible knack for weaving joy into the most ordinary moments. Whether it was a silly joke or a random observation, she made life lighter and brighter. Ms Krampa had a way of lifting others up, even when she was quietly carrying her own burden.

This cordial relationship she harnessed among the Past Girls, with her humility and related functions will forever be remembered. You will be missed for the mentorship role you have played in our lives since you stepped down as National President.

As your students, honestly, we are not sure as to where we should begin thanking you, Ms. Krampa. Should we thank you for your saint-like patience, for putting up with us, or for being one of the best teachers ever, or for supporting and encouraging us to soar beyond our expectations, or for being one of the few teachers who have ever inspired and influenced us. The one thing that we are sure about is that we were extremely privileged to have had you as our teacher and mentor. You have inspired us with your attitude both in and out of class. Out of class, you were someone who was never afraid to express your ideas, no matter how unorthodox they were, and this truly motivated some of us not to hold back and to fully express ourselves.

The things we have learnt from you will always stay with us and they will continue to make us better people. We are extremely thankful to have had you as our teacher, housemistress and National President.

“When the day of toil is done. And the race of life is ran; Father, grant the wearied ones; rest forever more”

Sister Maggie Rest in Perfect Peace.

Da Maggie, Xede Nyuie

God be with you till we meet again in paradise.

The late Ms Margaret Katty Krampa was the first headmistress of Anfoega Senior High School in the North Dayi District of Ghana. The appointment of Madam Krampa as headmistress was met with mixed feelings due to its novelty as both teachers and students did not know what to expect. This fear was however laid to rest within a short period after her assumption of office due to her dynamism, hard-work, discipline and her motherly approach to education.

Madam Krampa as we all affectionately called her, took all students of Anfoega Senior Secondary School as her children and was ready to go the extra mile to ensure that all students do not only complete the school with good grades but were nurtured with good ethics that are required to become successful in life.

Aside this, the love Madam Krampa had for the school and her job made her to lead the charge for a total transformation of the school in the areas of infrastructural development. Within 2004 and 2012 when she was the headmistress of Anfoega Senior Secondary School, she was able to lobby for the first school bus for the school as well as over 200 chairs for her students. She single handedly sponsored students to compete in national competitions and brought laurels and also played significant role in facilitating an Educational and Cultural exchange program between Anfoega Senior Secondary School and the Kaplanskolan , Skelleftea in Sweden.

Madam Krampa in 2006 lobbied for the construction of an ultra-modern girl’s dormitory. This was an initiative to tackle the accommodation challenge confronting the school. Due to her positive relationship with many stakeholders, she liaised with Mr Francis Kobla Ganyaglo the then Municipal Chief Executive of Kpando Municipal Assembly to construct a beautifully tarred bitumen road which extent from the school’s campus to the main Accra to Kpando highway.

According to her, her motivation and desire to achieve results stems from the Latin saying: “Cui Multum Datum” to it “to whom much is given, much is expected”. Many old students who experienced her know what she stood for. Madam Krampa will at every school gathering seize the opportunity to advise students to be academically and socially discipline in order to achieve academic excellence. Her rich and tough pieces of advice still ring in our ears.

Ms Krampa has won the hearts of many old students who experienced her guidance. Her name often surfaces during yearly reviews of ANFOESEC’s academic performance, especially when expectations are not met. This is because she left an indelible mark of high academic performance during her tenure.

Brothers and sisters, even after her retirement she maintained a very cordial and positive relationship with the Old Students’ Association. She was added to the old students’ social media platforms such as WhatsApp so she can get update and be part of her children even after school. The news of your demise did not only shock us but left a big vacuum in our hearts which no one can fill. You were indeed a mother to all of us. A mother none of us can ever forget. May you rest peacefully in the bosom of your maker.

Dzidzɔ le nutifafa

Mama exemplified that motherhood transcends biology; it embodies love, nurturing, and profound connections with any person.

Here are tributes from some non-biological children from Chicago, USA:

Aurelia Attionu; Belinda Timpo Dekayie; Bernard Dela Dekayie; Cynthia Adjakwaku; Evelyn Mensah Agbenya (Living Comfort Ministries); Frank Asempa; Joseph Kwesi Djondo; Mawusi Kudjawu; Miyram Kotogbor; Dr. Sarah Duncan-Djondo; Dr. Seth Ababio-Twi; Rev. Mensah Agbenya (Living Comfort Ministries)

From - Dr. Sarah Duncan-Djondo and Mr. Joseph Kwesi Djondo

“Let the dew of Heaven bring us a refreshing, show us your glory once more”… I sang this song anytime Kwesi and I visited Mama at Rush Hospital. A woman who knew that prayer feeds the soul would request for me to pray and sing soothing songs of praise and worship where she would typically state “I like it when you sing”. Not having faith in my rusty and annoying shrill voice, I would smile knowing that the lyrics of the songs were a balm to soothe your soul and not focus on the excruciating pain throbbing in your body. Mama never failed to let anyone who came close to her know about her faith in God. I remember sharing text messages of encouragement in the wee hours of the morning knowing that she would be up and praying on one of the popular prayer platforms.

Mama would always end her phone calls with “My God is faithful”. Yes, Mama, He is… we danced at the last Thanksgiving dinner hosted by Mawuse in honor of your resilience and strength in the light of all treatments that inundated your frail self, fighting to beat the multiple medical complications. I know you are giving the angels in Heaven a run for their money with your dancing skills.

Your will to fight was evident as you participated in all medical decisions. I recall when you called one afternoon from the hospital to inform us about a healthcare provider’s interaction with you that you were not pleased with. You requested to speak with Kwesi in your native language so that the staff would not hear the update you gave us. Your self-advocacy and love for others have earned you a warm spot in most people’s hearts in familial, community, and professional circles.

Mama, continue to rest in God’s peace and love. I will miss your Facebook pokes, cooking peanut butter soup will always bring fond memories of you and a smile to my face, and I promise to take care of your son “for you” as you would always lovingly implore and dare to learn one word of your native dialect every day starting with “Ooo nya ga…..”  May you together with the Heavenly Hosts continue to watch over all of your children, particularly Mawuse, DD, and DeShawn. 

From Bernard Dela Dekayie and Belinda Timpo Dekayie

 Katty Margaret Krampa known to most as “Mama” was a wonderful person who touched the lives of so many.

 Mama, Belinda remembers your dominant character traits as the resilient woman who fought a good fight until the very end. Mama, you are a woman who cherished the little acts of kindness. So quick to amplify the little gestures from others to you as priceless. Over the years, Freda “Alor” has shared stories of your selfless motherly love. I was grateful to God for one of his greatest blessings bringing you and DeShawn to the United States to finally meet the remarkable person you have been described as. It saddens me that our time together was limited due to your illness, but we take comfort in knowing you are resting peacefully with your maker. 

 Mama, your departure from earth came too soon. Dela and Belinda recall your sense of humor even amid your pain and discomfort at the hospital, where you allocated to each of us your Christmas gifts. Your “Bogar perfume” Oh Mama, where are you? You mustered strength to reassure us in your own way that day that you were OK; but deep down within us, we all sensed the underlying pain you were enduring as you sought to lighten the mood and lift our spirits. We will cherish those moments forever.

 Mama, as one of your adopted children from Chicago, we are saddened by your departure. This is a day we wish never came. We would have loved you stay longer with us, but find solace in the knowledge that God’s will is supreme.

 Mama, please rest in perfect peace with your maker. Blowing you kisses from earth ……

 Love Dela & Belinda

From Mrs. Evelyn Agbenya (Living Comfort Ministries)

2 Corinthians 1:9 Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead (NIV).

We mourn a great “Big Wheel”, Mother to many of which I am one (daughter de facto). I met Mama Margaret in Ghana through the daughter Minister Freda Alormele while on a visit. We became familiar immediately with each other and soon after elevated the relationship to that of a mother and daughter. She thereafter will call me “evinye” meaning my daughter and I will respond Mama until her demise. The aura of peace, generosity equality, love and justice for all was what I sensed around her the very first time I met her.

Mama, lived a legacy of faith, believe, trust and confidence in God even in adversity. Mama Margaret Katty Krampa made real the saying that “a farmer is defined by his daily work”; Her work lives on to bear much fruit. My thoughts and prayers go out to my siblings, the family at large, friends and love ones.

Revelation 14:13 Then I heard a voice from heaven saying to me, “Write: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on” “Yes says the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works follow them”; Fare thee well in the Lord. (hedenyuie) Mama.

FROM EMPRESS MAWUSI KUDJAWU

"Thus would we pass from the earth and its toiling,

Only remembered by what we have done." Horatius Bonar.

Mama Katty,  your sudden departure has left me very devastated because although I had heard so much about you, your arrival in the US gave me the rare opportunity to have a special interaction  with you.  I needed to have that feel again to make up for the demise of my biological mother so many years ago. But here I am again. My dream is like a mirage, a fluke that did not stand the test of time. 

I really appreciate your show of exceptional concern for my family and I, especially Nile, my son. You dismissed my worries over your ailment and rather made me believe that you were in high spirit. Your sacrifice of concern for others to the neglect of your own predicament can only be saintly, not earthly. 

You, Mama, are an epitome of peace itself. Mama, caring for you during your last days was an honor, but you painfully departed our presence peacefully, which keeps replaying in my mind. Mama,  your rare virtues, sense of humility, and gratitude will remain indelible in our minds and hearts, so we promise to hand down to posterity.

You were very resilient in your last days,  showing courage to face all odds with a resolve that no matter what you went through, God had a plan for you. You faced death, the ultimate, in good faith and with courage. 

May you remain rested in eternal peace, Mama.

FROM AURELIA ATTIONU

Mama Cathy, Mama Cathy beautiful soul awesome mom. When Minister Freda told me her mom was coming, I was so excited for her.  When I met her, she was very lovely to me.  Although we didn’t see each other frequently, we built an amazing and awesome relationship on WhatsApp. She was a sweet lady.  May her soul rest in eternal peace. 

Although we love you, God loves you more

FROM CYNTHIA ADJAKWAKU

From the very first time you arrived in Chicago and I visited you, I felt so much love and peace surrounding you. I still remember the day you called me to express your gratitude for just a small token from me—ahh, Mama… that moment spoke volumes about your heart and the kind of person you were.

You were not just my mother by adoption, but by heart, by devotion, by faith, and through the endless kindness you showed to all of us. You taught me that family is built on love, not just biology. Because of you, I know what it truly means to be loved and cherished.

Your last words to me will forever be in my heart: “I am not alone; God is with me.”

Rest in peace, Mama. Your love lives on in me.

We, your fellow Lions across Ghana, honor the remarkable life and legacy of Lion Margaret Krampa—a visionary leader, a devoted servant, and a true daughter of the land. As President of the Kpando Olive Lions Club, she led with compassion, resilience, and a steadfast commitment to uplifting others. Her leadership was defined by unity, purpose, and unwavering dedication to service.

Lion Margaret’s impact extended beyond humanitarian work. She was a passionate advocate for environmental sustainability, playing a key role in the planting of teak commercial trees in the Kpando area—an initiative that will continue to bear fruit for generations to come.

Her legacy lives on in the lives she touched and the roots she planted—both in the soil and in the spirit of service. May her memory continue to guide and inspire us all to serve with heart, purpose, and pride.

LIONS! WE SERVE!

"One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin,  but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." 

(Proverbs 18:24,  NIV).

Today, I honour and say goodbye to a  dear  Sister-friend of thirty-six years. As I bid you farewell, my heart is torn between sadness, grief, and gratitude to you. I am sorrowful that our time together has ended so soon, but I am also thankful for the countless memories of adventures,  challenges, and triumphs we shared.

AMANOR, REST IN  PEACE.

Your legacy will live on in our hearts.