Reading Stories to my cute little cousin
Stretching my memories back several years I visualize a saturday morning exciting visit from Swalaba with our dear grandmother Mamfio to visit our favourite Auntie Korkor and her beautiful family at Osu. After some delicious meals and wonderful desserts, I always had the greatest pleasure of spending precious moments with each of my cousins starting with my "big Sis Martha" in her room, playing with Fredricker and Maggie in the garden and then moving to the rooms of Hansen, George, Amalia and Anneta to do our usual story-telling and reading. I believe Johan came much later then. Hansen must have been about seven years old and myself about thirteen years. I found him then really very cute, soft spoken and rather shy. I was inspired as I watched him grow from a distance how he combined good academic achievements with good looks and gentleness.."bon chic bon gens".. in Achimota School and hoped that I would one day have a son like that. Our paths never crossed again. I did read about his great achievements in the US and wished I had met or even interacted with him, at least, once until that fateful day...Perhaps we shall meet in Heaven one day. With fondest memories of our youthful days together. RIP. Cousin Dee