Tribute by: The Dadsons
Relationship: Friends/Sisters
Kakra:
“A real friend sticks closer than a brother.” Proverbs 18: 24 (New Living Translation)
When I think about Ruth, my memories are of laughter, fun times, great meals and heartfelt discussions on everything under the sun. Ruth was more than a friend to me and my sisters - and our family - she was our sister. We had so many shared holidays, family times and she was an agony aunt par excellence - one of the very few confidantes to whom I could truly bare my soul.
We met in the “golden age” of Cote d’Ivoire in the mid 1980’s when we were young, unmarried and starting our careers. Our friendship was to be one that was to last decades. She soon became such a part of our family that she referred to our parents as mummy and Egya. They in turn embraced her as a daughter.
Our bond was one of shopping, books, politics and a love of fashion and francophonie. Ruth had a joie de vivre and a zest for life which was infectious. I always consulted Ruth on major purchases, romances, life decisions and she shared her counsel willingly. She was the big sister we didn’t have. Her shopping zeal was legendary. I know I’m a shopaholic, but in Ruth I met my match.
The amazing thing, I saw over the years, is that she replicated this with other friends in her life who also saw her as their sister. She was unselfish, generous and loyal.
Ruth’s practical advice and sisterly scolding saw me through many a personal crisis or work-related difficulty. She was there for me when as a first-time mother I would agonize over nappy rash and feeding issues until she came along with her big sisterly wisdom and warmth to cheer me up and I remember many a night when she would come over to help me no matter what time. She was a walking medical encyclopedia.
It was to Ruth’s house we sent Tilay (our then 5 year old) in 2002 one fateful day when gunshots rang out in Abidjan on the eve of the civil uprising and I was stuck in Yamoussoukro - unable to get back from a work assignment because of a blockade and Matt caught up and unable to move from Plateau. It took one call to Ruth, she arranged immediately for his transfer to her house and safe with Nana (his best friend), Aunty Ruth and Uncle Ernest, I knew all would be well until I got back two days later. She was always there for us.
Thanks to the internet we kept in touch regularly when she moved to Tunis and we left Cote d’Ivoire. The family visited us in London in 2006 we in turn had an unforgettable vacation in Tunis in 2007. A few years later they came to visit us in Atlanta - again, memorable times.
When she was diagnosed in 2011, we were on our way to Indonesia, but fortuitously we had a stopover in London and I was able to spend some time with her. It was shock and dismay, but she kept it real, had such unshakeable faith. After that time, our many phone and whatsapp conversations, even during difficult treatment times, were such a testament to her courage and faith.
I thank God for your life Ruth, you blessed me in so many ways. I will always love you. Rest in Peace.
Panyin:
“The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.”
― Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
Ruth’s relationship with me began in the mid 1980s, when Kakra and I were introduced to her by a mutual friend, the late Richard Anibrika who was working at ESIE and thought that three young and adventurous women on their own in Abidjan to seek their fortunes could do well to hang out together and support each other. Ruth was a fluent French speaker, had a natural talent for languages and was affable so the friendship began instantly over lunch in the Plateau. We had a shared taste for ‘la belle vie’ and so ‘La perle des lagunes’ or ‘Le petit Paris’, as Abidjan was then known, was a marvellous place for us to discover good food, wine, clothes, jewellery, news, romance, books and shopping. We spent so many hours together in the restaurants, markets; theatres, cinemas and art galleries. Hardly a week went by without one of us finding a new store, tailor, artisan, vacation venue and arguing about which one had the better find. Her inquisitive and meticulous mind was always ahead of us. I am sure in time we must have inspected every single piece of gold jewellery that could be found in the Cocody Marche for flaws and imperfections and exhausted the merchants while looking for special and unique pieces.
With time, we grew up and each found jobs, and Kakra and Ruth had spouses and children and I a couple of failed love affairs, but each one of us remained part of a tight network of ‘sisters’ to which we could each find comfort, advice, support, laughter, encouragement and an honest perspective on life. Ruth was central to that network. My 12 years spent in Abidjan were some of the best in my life and I am grateful to have shared that friendship and time with her.
Ruth met our family and became a part of it. Mummy and Egya became her de facto parents in Abidjan and she met and befriended our other siblings and I also got to know and love her sister Abena. When I left Abidjan and returned to Ghana and then moved to Paris, we kept constantly in touch, exchanged visits to her family in Tunis and to me in Paris. On my return to Ghana, we would meet every time she came to Accra.
There is no better time to be a true friend than in times of hardship and trouble and we have supported each other through heartbreak, losing parents and changing jobs. Her courage and grace in fighting her illness demonstrated to me her resilience and inner strength and her faith in our Redeemer God. She researched lung cancer and learned so much about the disease and its treatment. She was always ready with new information about it. When she launched a new business in 2014, ‘Rafa collections’ to raise money to support the cost of her treatment, she did it with her usual enthusiasm and fighting spirit and with the support of her boys Nana T and Yaw.
In the last few years, we used social media to keep in touch. Mummy would occasionally skype call or send words of encouragement on whatsapp. Mummy reminded me again of a FaceBook wall post that Ruth made about two years ago and a quote which stuck with me: ‘The opposite of cancer is life.’ Ruth lived. When illness struck, she did not sit still waiting for something to change; she lived her life to the full and is living right now.
Ruth, we will miss you.
Live in eternal Peace