We are excited to reunite after some 25 odd years of scattered and sporadic contact. It is energizing and we will build upon it to make it more meaningful and rewarding.
Sadly, this joy cannot be shared with the entire year group as some are no longer with us..
In honor of our departed fellow Akoras. Gone too soon. May their souls rest in perfect peace.
You shall not be forgotten.
Nana Poku ACHEAMPONG
The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the devout are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death (Isaiah 57: 1-2)
Christian Nana Poku Acheampong affectionately known as ‘Aunty Christie’ and I became friends when we moved from the West to Lugard house in Form 2. We also happened to be in the same class. We were very close to the point that we shared chopboxes. Aunty Christie and I had keys to each other’s chopbox. He brought the cornflakes, weetabix, ketchup etc and I brought the gari, shito and sardine. Since his mother was in the UK, he had constant supply of provisions. I can say for a fact that we never run out of provisions. For those of us familiar with Lugard house, we had what we called ‘roundhut’, where students kept piles of unwanted clothes. We happened to take advantage of that and hid Aunty Christie’s chopbox underneath the piles of clothes. We will sneak out there at night to eat. Whenever a senior asked him to go open his chopbox, he will then open mine since he had a key to my chopbox. We spent quite a lot of time together since we were both in the same class and house.
Aunty Christie loved movies and I will often bring him video cassettes to watch. He particularly loved the Chinese and Indian movies. When he started to frequently get ill, he became a day student and commuted daily from Tema.
Aunty Christie was beautiful both inside and out. He was the most handsome guy in our year group. I remember his nice curly hair, which most girls wished they had.
Aunty Christie left us too soon, but I am forever reminded and consoled by the scripture in Isaiah 57.
Aunty Christie, May you continue to rest in the bosom of Abraham till we meet again.
Rest In Perfect Peace.
I love You.
Felix Kelvin Amankwah
My best friend, Felix Amankwah Alias Shashabo (Wizzy Wizzy), I really miss you. You were truly awesome!!!! RIP
– Gustav Baidoo
“Felix Amankwah was small in stature, but had a personality that was larger than life.”
“Lord wizzzy wizzzy was a great guy. A real whiz kid.”
“Shabo was my reggae music mate. We discussed Steel Pulse and Culture as if it was part of the curriculum.”
“He was very kind and generous.”
“May his soul rest in perfect peace.”
– A collection of tributes from the “G’berg boys”
Felix Amankwah, popularly called Shabow was a happy-go-lucky guy. Together with his close pal Guzi Guzi, they always arrived very late for commerce class knowing very well that Mr. Brown, the tutor would hit the roof. He would rant and rave to the amusement of the whole class and drive them out of the class but they would re-enter through the second door. Oh youthful exuberance!
I sat in the same taxi with him once in 1993 during our national service, little did I know that Shabow would soon leave us.
Rest in peace Felix.
– Kafui Ami-Mensah
“Gerald was the epitome of adventure! His family spent a lot of time in Northern Ghana and with school way down south in Accra, he had made many trips covering the long distance and always told such exciting stories about those experiences and even some close encounters. No wonder he became a pilot. Big and strong yet humble and always seeking to protect the weaker ones. A fine, fine man. Rest in Peace.”
– Alex Obese-Jecty
Our friend and brother, Alex Ani (a.k.a Rabbi). Too sad you left us to join the creator. Even now that you are gone, we still feel your presence and the smile that you put on our faces. We will forever cherish all the great moments that we shared in Motown and in Tema. We will miss you every day of our lives and may God be with you till we reconnect again.
Peace and Love.
– From your mates in M’Carthy House & the Entire OAA-1990 Group.
Coincidentally, I actually met Alex Ani – “Rabbi” during a couple of extra class sessions conducted within the Teshie-Nungua vicinity, in an effort to sharpen our skills for the then upcoming Common Entrance Examination. Lo and behold! I arrived at Motown only to recognize a familiar looking face, whom would later be known by many as “Rabbi”.
My vivid memories of Rabbi include his heart-warming personality, smile and commanding strength in performing tasks and details without a crack of frown. While some of us tried to swerve and hide behind others during assignment of tasks at common room meetings for easy tasks, Rabbi received any task with pleasure. He washed/”korjored” buckets of laundry including that of seniors with ease and positive energy. I would be done washing after 5 shirts, as the skin around my fingernails peeled off easily, but Rabbi did it with style and no stress.
I also remember Rabbi to be neatly dressed. Even though we weren’t assigned to the same house on the Eastern compound, I would often bump into him at the “York City” as he did justice to hot “bolus” and large fried turkey tail/“chofie”. My mouth watered uncontrollably watching Rabbi dissect his meal with such artistic zeal, as I sufficed with my flat bowl of “rolling” and tiny piece of fish. Rabbi ate with the same pleasure as he performed his tasks.
As big as Rabbi was among our classmates, you would think he intimated others with his size, but he didn’t. Rabbi was very approachable and funny as he frequently spilled out jokes that would make you laugh and fall off your feet. Many who knew him will surely miss Rabbi. I pray that he has found peace wherever he is with the same happiness and demeanor that he embraced during his time with us. Rabbi, may you rest in eternal Peace.
– Sam Bruce
Eddie “Kuzunik” Antwi was as gentle as they come. From the time we entered form one, I honestly do not remember him doing any wrong. Although we didn’t stay in touch after school , his brother Daniel would tell me anytime we spoke that Eddie was doing well. His passing was such a shock to many. It was a great loss. Rest in peace, Eddie, rest in peace till we meet again!!!
– James Daisie
Nana Ama Serwaa Badu
Nana Serwaa and I lived in the same neighbourhood in Labone for some time in the early 1980s and it was a pleasure to see her in Achimota School. She made me feel like I had an ally in Slessor House! Sweet, cool and all-round lovely personality. She is dearly missed. Nana Ama, rest in peace.
– Alex Obese-Jecty
Frank Akuafo Dadeboe
Sixth form brought us together not only as roommates but as Brethren who wanted more out of life.
You treasured justice above everything and could never tolerate abuse of any form.
You believed in your set of protocols which you demanded must be followed to the letter. Your loyalty to me was unquestionable. You met my older brother some years back and paid your tribute to me then, little did I know that our paths would never cross again.
Your demise has created a vacuum that can never be filled but we glorify in the fact that you knew God.
Until we meet again to “shake” all them people…fare thee well my Brother.
– Shantel M’Carthier
I remember Castro being a very firm and straightforward, person. Because he did not like to see juniors being bullied on campus, he constantly looked out for his mates and did not hesitate to challenge seniors on matters that required applying common sense before hastily punishing junior students.
During the last days of the term when a reasonable number of students would go broke, Castro did not hesitate to share some of his savings with his mates under the Waache “rolling” tree at the snack square or on the benches of the Kenkey “bolus” sellers at the York City.
Not only was Castro academically inclined, but also as the first sibling in his family to gain entry into a Secondary school. He acquired teacher’s training after his sixth form and eventually gained admission at the University of Ghana, Legon among other rewarding achievements.
Being the natural Leader and role model that he was, Castro maintained a leading role within his district, motivating the youth in positive directions so that they could achieve the best within Society. Despite ups and downs, Castro tackled challenges head on, winning awards on the international scene from the family business.
Castro will always be remembered by many. May the Lord continue to care for and protect his family.
– Sam Bruce
Never a dull moment around you, always with a bright smile and a joke or tease to follow. Anchim, you will always be remembered for your good nature and your athletic exploits in long distance. Full of determination you lived your life to the fullest and were never afraid to try. A dear friend to many who will be fondly remembered with both a tear and a smile.
Keep well in the bosom of the father who gave us the privilege of your bright light for a moment too short.
– Cecil Abbey
Nana Konadu Owusu
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are my ways your ways, saith the Lord.
Isaiah 55: 8- 9 (KJV)
Nana Konadu damirifa due!
I still can’t believe you’ve left us!
I will never forget the day when we hatched up a plan for me to pretend to be sick and you take me back to the dorm (House 17 ) just to escape the maltreatment by the seniors at the games field during interhouses.
Unfortunately we were caught by one of the teachers (La boîte) when we diverted course to climb the blackberry tree in the arboretum. La boîte dragged me to Achimota hospital ‘by force by fire’ and sent you back to the games field. The rest of the story hmmmmm…One of my fondest memories in Motown but you are not around to share in the laughter.
God knows best and we thank him for bringing you our way. I pray that you rest in God’s bosom till we meet again.
Rest in Perfect Peace
– Rosemary Otoo
Guido Sohne dedicated his life to nothing less than transforming Africa and writing software, that remains the great technology hope for Africa, educated Africans agree. With only a cheap laptop and a Web connection, young Africans can compete with the best of the rest in the world. With the press of their keyboard, they can obliterate distance and deliver their code to customers around the world. That vision captivates Sohne, who is a forceful advocate for home-grown software. While his aspirations are typical, his story is unusual. Raised in Accra, Ghana, Sohne excelled in school, won admittance as an undergraduate to Princeton University and then showed his stubborn rebellious streak. He dropped out and returned to Ghana.
– Extract from a tribute to Guido by Raindolf Owusu
Genevieve Ama Stendal
I don’t even know what to say or where to start. Genevieve Ama Stendal, you passed away too soon. You touched many of us with your positive attitude and words of encouragement. You were a darling to all of us. I still remember that mini send-off party that you organized for me in 2002, just before I left for the US. I so wish there was time enough to reciprocate your kind gesture.
You may be gone but your beautiful spirit will forever live in our hearts. You definitely left your footprints in the ‘sands of time’. May the Lord God Almighty keep you till we meet again.
– With Love from Charles, House 17 Chicas, & the Entire OAA-1990 Crew.