Komla, I am led to this simple but very profound verse in the scriptures. “Teach me your ways and I will walk in your truth”. Komla you strove in your short life to walk in his truth.
Therefore no amount of words or pontification on my part as your father, can change what you have become. Your achievements are inalterable facts. My words cannot increase the immeasurable impact you have made by touching the lives of so many especially the voiceless and those who have been written out of history.
Komla you were a gift to me and your dear mother Cecilia. By His Grace, loving kindness and compassion we nurtured this gift. You became the priceless gift to our community to our country to Africa and the rest of the world.
In your professional work as a broadcast journalist or are you not a journalist, it was almost as if you were repeating to yourself all the time the famous line of the Roman lyrical poet Horace Odes “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori—it is right and fitting to die for ones country”. And you did. That is why so many people from all walks of life have come to pay their respects. Komla you the legacy. I am so ever grateful to the Almighty God for your life. What else can I say or do but to go on my knees to say I confess my faith in you, Lord through praise and worship.
You brought honor dignity and indeed a feeling of fulfilment to us. You gave full expression to the basic core values which we cherished as a family —discipline, hard work, a zeal for knowledge, self-giving, self denial, self-abnegation, self-cultivation, and personal integrity.
Because you had an abiding faith in these values God showed you his compassion and allowed you to break the barriers to the chagrin of the detractors. I am very profoundly proud of you.
As i reflect on your life I am convinced that somewhere along your life’s journey Blessed Mother Theresa was whispering in your ears the following;
A life not lived for others is not life.
Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.
God doesn’t require us to succeed; He only requires us to try.
I alone cannot change the world but I can cast the stone across the waters and create many ripples.
I am not sure exactly what heaven will be like, but I know when we die and it comes time for God to judge us, he will not ask how many good things have you done in your Life. Rather he will ask, How much love did you put into what you did?
I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wished he did not trust me so much.
If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are.
Komla your journey was a journey in faith and in our despair and afflictions as a family you helped all of us to experience the shining moment of faith.
Komla you have become an icon for many, a gem for many more. But for me, your sister Mawuena and your brother Korshie you will forever be the root of the home your mother created for all of us.
Komla Afelike (Du wo fe mo) Dumor, we as a family faced so much pain , so much suffering. Yet we also shared the Joy of life. Now you have a new life because God has called to your rest.
Komla ‘you surely shall weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you’. (Isaiah 30:19-26) Yes indeed you have indeed you have sown in tears and He has indeed called you to come back full of song. (Ref: Psalm 129)
Agbofoati Zonyra Thank you for every moment we shared together. I have loved you and I will always love and cherish you.
Rest in Perfect Peace.