Indeed, your home was home for all without favoritism. Asuyeboah and then to Danyame was the Ashanti home for the Ga boy from Tema between 1996 and 2000 as an undergraduate student of faculty of pharmacy, KNUST.
During that period, I spent most of the weekends and sometimes weekdays when I was broke and funds were not coming from Tema on time. Aunty Gloria, you and Dr. Sengretsi made your home my home and quickly introduced me to Sandra, Kevin and Kwame. I always looked forward to joining you for special red red and beans stew, sometimes plain rice with kontomire stew. Your weekly stipends was so much a support that, I was not worried on finance, knowing my Aunty Gloria and Uncle Seth have me covered.
You knew when all was not going well with me and will counsel and assure me, all will be well and that, I need to keep faith in God. You will share God’s word with me and remind me of God’s promises. You brought life to that word of God that says, “the righteous will not beg for bread” just to assure me that, I will never go hungry.
Such was the love and care I received from you and Uncle Seth and that visit to campus to check on me and Freda, Uncle Seth’s niece, when she was a fresher and to introduce us to each other. Freda became a sister on campus and you always ensured we saw ourselves from the same home. We sometimes plan our home visits together.
In 2000 when I graduated, Danyame, your home was the venue for our reception at zero cost to me and all the family from Tema.
The biggest Tilipia meal I ever had and enjoyed till date was offered by Uncle Seth at the Officer’s Mess on that evening of graduation when we snicked out quietly together with Uncle Sackey. Uncle Seth oriented me for the health profession, the challenges and the opportunities, the need for me to remain focus and use my profession as a call from God to serve humanity. We discussed Master’s programmes and advised on carefully deciding on what Program I choose for a Master’s degree.
Uncle Seth, you have contributed your quota directly and indirectly through the many lives you have touched.
Rest well my Kumasi Dad, for there’s rest for those who labour for the Lord.
