A very courageous Barbara Mahama read her tribute to her
husband. In the tribute, she described her late husband
as her king, advisor, teacher, mentor and her life. Read the full text of the tribute.
To my king. Hebrews 13:14 New Living Translation (NLT)
For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking
forward to a home yet to come.
“Yo, what was for breakfast” was the last message I sent
you on Monday at 9:12 am after we spoke at 6am and you said you were going to
have your bath. For the first time in my life, I experienced a ripping heart on
Monday night, I woke up to throw up, I had tummy issues too, I just felt sick.
Maxwell, I am standing here amongst a crowd, but not to
give communication tips, not to come out with a research finding, not to talk
about Kindle Ghana Foundation but to read a letter to you because you chose to
go to heaven and rest.
How you pushed me to be successful. You would say things
like “B, do a research, don’t let your only research be your thesis, B, when
are you writing a book, B, I am waiting for you to get a good job so that my
pay can relax for one year”.
I don’t regret many things my love. You wanted us to enjoy
life and be happy. We always joked about poverty being a disease since it
restricts people. We had plans my king, many many plans!. But when I think
about you, I only smile because you are more than a piece of flesh circulating
on social media. You were full of life, energy and vigor so I choose to
remember you in that sense.
You would shout my name from the room when you heard a
noise in the kitchen, you would say “B, are you ok? Sometimes I ignored it
because I felt you ask too many ‘are you Oks’. So now, who should I be making
flavoured tea and lemons for? Your morning lemons were constant and although I
sometimes felt it was a nuisance, I still did it without complaining.
You said thank you to me a million times, and when you
finished eating, you would say you know why women live longer than men and that
when a woman cooks a good meal, her husband blesses her.
You were spontaneous. We drove to Akosombo one evening
just to have dinner by the river, and we did all sorts of things. Eheh,
Maxwell, I won’t tell you I am in a scarf before you tell God to let you come
down and remove this scarf off my head. I won’t even tell you I am in some
black attire.
I love you and I always told you. I always reminded you of
what you mean to me. You meant the world to me, my everything. But you were
always too worried that you were not giving me the best of life. Seriously, I
don’t regret wanting you all to myself and that is why I can look back and
smile today.
I promise to take swimming and tennis serious because this
was your wish that one day, when you are not around, your kids will swim and
play tennis just like you. But the way you added golf to your sports, am I
supposed to learn golf too? You were a great husband, a great father, a great
friend, a great son to your parents.
I am beginning to believe my prayers hindered you from
going earlier, but this time, you just had to go because the Thursday before
that Monday, I had gone to pray some powerful prayers for you at “Answer Time”.
I am glad you saw me worthy to share your great but short life with you. I won’t forget to tell the kids how heroic and great you were and are. Your memory will never die! You are not dead, you are still alive, alive in our hearts. I remember you sacrificing so much for me to do my Masters, I told you I appreciated that move very much but you said it was because you want me to be in a good standing to cater for the kids when you are no more. I always asked you “where at all do you think you are going”.
I am glad you saw me worthy to share your great but short life with you. I won’t forget to tell the kids how heroic and great you were and are. Your memory will never die! You are not dead, you are still alive, alive in our hearts. I remember you sacrificing so much for me to do my Masters, I told you I appreciated that move very much but you said it was because you want me to be in a good standing to cater for the kids when you are no more. I always asked you “where at all do you think you are going”.
Barbra you demonstrate to the world your strong personality and faith. This is my prayer for you and the kinds. May God strengthen you more and more. And may the memory of Captain-Major Maxwell Mahama never die. #IStandForJusticeForMAM #IStandForNationalInterest God have mercy on our motherland Ghana.
BY MOSES A. KATAMANI
mosbless@gmail.com
Mobile: 233 243 538 726
WhatsApp: 233 206 997 493
BY MOSES A. KATAMANI
mosbless@gmail.com
Mobile: 233 243 538 726
WhatsApp: 233 206 997 493
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