Okatakyie Akwasi Amankwaa Afrifa

ღ ღ ღ All My Love Beautiful Angel ღ ღ ღ

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*ღ..........ღ* *ღHeavenly *ღ..........ღ* *ღ shona sengupta. ..ღ*
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How will heaven be?
As far as I can see
It will have huge bells
And will be situated on clouds
It will have many golden wells
That will so often swell
Rain will be abundant
And the sun will shine all day long
Angels will play on the harp
The sweetest summer song
Music that will touch the heart
While those beneath will shed drops of sorrow
Little will they know what will happen on the morrow
But to them up above
As plain and clear it will be
As far as far as I can see
Yes there will be misty alleys
And lush green meadows
Fresh with the fragrant smell of spring
Winter will never be bitter
Summer never so hot
Autumn never so bare
And resources never so scarce
Food for all will be relished by all.
Grateful we’ll be as grateful can be
Mountains high and strong and brown
Surrounding that hidden land,
Beautiful and vast seas I see
There colour as blue as sapphire can be
And the white waves lashing upon the shore
Sitting on the flattened grey rocks
Who would not call it absolutely heavenly?
However it might actually be,
But can we still not see
There will lie behind this seen
A relieving feeling of bliss
For where not have we been
But is this not by all believed
That after one’s decease
This is the land of eternal peace
Where we all ultimately reach?
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Sylvie Belanger

June 26, 2011

This Soldier Always Stood Tall

He stood brave
he stood tall
he was the soldier
A hero for his country against the foe
He stood proud in the crowd in his uniform
And people saluted him where ever he did go

He went to war for his queen and his country
A soldier the bravest of them all
The lives that he saved was uncounted
And this soldier always stood tall

He was a king, a leader, an hero
He never tired or cowered away
He was the soldier fighting for his country
And would take whatever came his way

One day his luck nearly faded
The bullet hit him outright
The soldier the hero the warrior
Lay dying alone in the night

The scenes of his life flashed before him
He could see his comrads in the lights
His mother, his father, his family
Shouting come on soldier you can fight

The force was to strong to let go now
He was a soldier he had to fight to the end
With blood pouring from his body
He crawled to get help from his friends

Everything before him went black
He thought god it is the end
But he was saved this brave soldier of our country
All thanks to his wonderful friends.

Copyright© sharon brady/ 2oo8.

Respect (Granddaughter)

August 27, 2010

Death is nothing at all

All is well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.

Yaa Boatemaa (Niece)

June 13, 2010

In loving memory

Execution

After the overthrow of the SMC by the AFRC led by Jerry Rawlings, Afrifa was arrested on his farm at Mampong. Together with other arrested senior military officers, they were tried to varied extents in camera.

They were allegedly found guilty of corruption, embezzlement, and using their positions to amass wealth. The investigations carried out were apparently incomplete. Evidence gathered by the National Reconciliation Commission in 2004 also suggests that the others executed were not properly tried. Previously, Afrifa had personally had his assets probed by the independent Sowah Assets Commission without any adverse findings. There also appears to have been a delay to the executions as no one including Rawlings appears to have been ready to sign the death warrants. Lieutenant General Joshua Hamidu, a former Chief of the Defence Staff at the time of the AFRC regime, stated that he and Rawlings were the only soldiers at the center of government who opposed the executions of the former heads of state. He is quoted as saying in response to an accusation of calling for Afrifa's execution that:

"That is ridiculous. It is a lie. I had nothing to do with the executions. For three weeks after the 4 June event, questions were constantly raised about executing people. I always stood against it. Surprisingly, the only person who also stood against it was Rawlings. The young boys wanted blood and I used to tell 'you cannot resurrect the man once you've killed him. If you have any case against people, try them. Let everybody hear what they have done wrong against the country.' And that even, they could not do."

On 26 June 1979, Afrifa was executed by firing squad, together with General Fred Akuffo, also a former Head of state and Major General Robert Kotei, Colonel Roger Felli, Air Vice Marshall George Yaw Boakye and Rear Admiral Joy Amedume. Reports suggest that Afrifa did not die immediately and had to be shot again. The bodies of the executed officers were buried without ceremony at the Nsawam Prisons Cemetery at Adoagyiri, near Nsawam in the Eastern Region.

Reburial
Following a petition by the widows of the executed generals, President John Kufuor decided that their bodies be handed back to their respective families as part of a national reconciliation drive. On 27 December 2001, the bodies were returned to their respective families in Accra. Afrifa's remains were finally laid to rest at his hometown of Krobo on 28 January 2002.
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Yaa Boatemaa (Niece)

June 4, 2010

Although the World keeps turning
And the sun comes up each day,
Life has never been the same
Since you were called away.
You were such a special person -
So, gentle, good and kind
And have left the sweetest memories
And thoughts of you behind.
I only wish there was a way
That I could see you one more time
To thank you for the joy you brought
Into this life of mine."

Respect (Granddaughter)

November 28, 2009

We will always remember you

Okatakyie, we will always remember you
with fondness, dear uncle,
We'll always remember
that special smile,
that caring heart,
that warm embrace,
you always gave us.
You being there for us
through good and bad times,
no matter what.
We'll always remember
you Uncle Afrifa, because
they'll never be another one
to replace you in our hearts,
and the love we will always
have for you.
Thank you very much for all the
love and the bravery that you showed
throughout your life which was cut
brutally short.
Rest in Peace.
Wofa, Damirifa due, due ne amanehun.

Gladys Opoku, Golders Green, London, UK.

Respect (Granddaughter)

November 24, 2009

After They Are Gone

When someone we love passes away,
We ache, but we go on;
Our dear departed would want us to heal,
After they are gone.

Grief is a normal way to mend
The anguish and pain in our hearts;
We need time to remember and time to mourn,
Before the recovery starts.

Let's draw together to recuperate,
As we go throught this period of sorrow;
Let's help each other, with tender care
To find a brighter tomorrow.

Georgette Djaba, London

Respect (Granddaughter)

November 24, 2009

His Father has called him home

His Father has called him home

Come with me my precious son,
for all your work on earth is done.
No more pain no more fears,
no more sorrows, no more tears,
no more burdens you shall bear
in your mansion in the air.
On streets of gold you shall roam,
for your Father is calling you home.

As heavens gate opened wide
Dad joyfully walked in side.
Then he knelt down to his King
as all the angels began to sing.
And when he heard Amazing Grace
he gazed into his Saviours face.
He knew the promise to be true,
that Jesus died for me and you.

On Streets of gold Dad now roams,
for his Father has called him home.
I'll Be Here!
I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away;
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.

I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears;
I'll share your worries when they come,
I'll help you face your fears.

I'm here and I will stand by you,
on each hill you have to climb;
So take my hand, let's face the world ...
And live just one day at a time.

You're not alone, for I'm still here,
I'll go that extra mile;
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!

Respect (Granddaughter)

November 8, 2009

We Shall Always Remember You

We shall always remember you, General !

The cowards who needed your blood to silence Ghanaians and depict how far they can go to exhibit the worst form of brutality ever visited on any Ghanaian, have finally been exposed to the whole world as the greedy beasts that they are.

For fun,they slaughtered you like a wild beast and even stole your corpse until the NPP gave it back to your family for the final funeral rites to be performed.

Today we are all witnesses to their crimes that has had the stench reaching as far as the United Kingdom.

May the almighty Maaawu Allah Nyankupon God Nyumgbo bless us with many more of your kind who will stand up against dictators in our dear country of ours, and may you rest in aeonian peace.

Lest we forget, may those coward brutes receive the reward of their guilt right here on earth before leaving to see their creator Lucifer to receive the interest on their guilt in hell.

Jato Julor Rawlings

October 12, 2009

All is Well
by Henry Scott-Holland.



Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me and if you want to, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.

Respect (Granddaughter)

October 10, 2009