Tribute by Children in Ghana because a must when you lose your parents to the cold hands of death.
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Tribute by Children in Ghana Examples
Tribute by Children (Example 1)
Mr. Alex Klutse, Efo, as we affectionately call him, he was understandable in everything we did with him as his Children.He was very instrumental in our wellbeing and made we did what was expected of us as Children. He trained us to be hardworking as there would be no food for a lazy person.
Efo, admonished and cautioned us anytime we went astray. He was critical in our upbringing to become responsible Men and Women of substance. We thought Efo, was cruel to us however, today, we are glad that the training we went through under him, had really transformed us.
He was very active in praying for us all to succeed in life. He has played his part by making sure we grow in good health and in the fear of the Lord.
He has supported our mothers and us through good and bad times. No matter what, we will always remember you Efo, because there will never be another Efo to replace you in our hearts. You were honest, loving, kind, clean in heart and body and in mind, so we have also learnt from you.
Efo, we really missed you, we never knew you would leave us so suddenly, you were a good man, you did your best to provide for my siblings and I. You did your best in helping and showing love to people you don’t even know. We are really saddened that death took you away. Your death left a scar in our hearts.
We still cannot believe you have left us when you have not enjoyed the fruits of your labor on Earth. You could not talk in your last years, so we were traumatized by not listening and hearing your voice for the last time let alone such Fatherly advise you used to share with us.
Efo, without even a word, you left us just like? You have left a big vacuum in our lives and life will never be the same again, but God said in all things we should give thanks. You will always be in our thoughts, prayers and in our hearts. We will never forget you and you will always remain our Dear Efo.
We will live and lead by your legacies of doing good deeds in life.
Efo, we love you but God loves you most.
Efo, Rest in Perfect Peace.
Dzudzor Le Nutifafa Me!
Tribute by Children (Example 2)
None of us lives for himself only, none of us dies for himself only. If we live it is for the Lord that we live, and if we die, it is for the Lord that we die, so whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Romans 14: 7-8 Amen.
Dada, as we affectionately called her was a person who made a great and positive impact on our lives. Our father having passed away, she single handedly took us through the challenges of life. She had been a friend, mother to all of us. She brought us up with discipline and good morals. Dada never condoned any wrong doing and would never take sides but judged accordingly without fear or favour.
Dada would always meet you with a broad smile no matter the situation. She was more conscious of her personal hygiene and cleanliness was second to none. She would always prompt us at the slightest unhygienic circumstance. She was a motivator always encouraging us to climb the educational ladder to the highest height and to prove the best of our abilities.
She instilled in us the fear of God. The jokes and fun she shared with us brings evergreen memories of her.
Oh our dear mother, though you are gone forever and your presence shall no longer be felt among the mortals of the earth your good name, work and deeds shall forever remain on our lips.
“Where do we breastfeed in times of thirst, depression, confusion and distress on this earth? Your life was so gentle and reputable that nature must stand up and say to the entire world this was a Great and Ideal woman.
Dada we shall meet on that resurrection morning go and rest from your labours. Indeed you struggled and battled sickness, pain and grieve but God knows best. Fare thee well in the bosom of the Lord till we meet again.
He de nyuie !!!!
Tribute by Children (example 3)
“Long life is the reward of the righteous; gray hair is a glorious crown” (Prov. 16:31)
‘No matter which direction a tree falls, it will lie where it fell. When the clouds are all full, it rains. If you wait until the wind and the weather are just right, you will never plant anything, and never harvest anything. God made everything, and you can no more understand what He does than you understand how a new life begins in the womb of a pregnant woman.
“Be grateful for every year you live. No matter how long you live, remember that you will be dead much longer. There is nothing at all to look forward to.” (Ecclesiastes 11:3-5, 8)
Papa or “Zoomey” as we affectionately called him was a very strong willed, “difficult”, hardworking, quiet, and above all a disciplinarian to the core. A man couched in IMAGERY! He was in our eyes a “doctor”, a conservative, an agriculturist, a naturalist, a traditionalist, a philanthropist. and a man who upheld the beliefs and customs of his generation! He was in short an “OLD SCHOOL”
As a man couched in IMAGERY, Papa’s speeches were all the time proverbial in nature. His Language was full of devices especially having to do with animals and plants because he spent most of his life around these things. Such was it that, almost all his nieces and nephews complained of how Ofa “insulted me that I am an animal”. He never wasted time in comparing us, children, nieces and nephews to “Nyetetetotamekpleagormloanyikesewo”. If only we knew it was his way of telling us to try and live positively so that we can be role models to others! His entire world at this was surrounded by the farm and animals.
Papa brought us up like only a man will and so, we know how to sharpen and hold the cutlass like a man and bring down a forest, how to handle the trowel (mixing cement and laying blocks), how to kill and dress chicken, how to dress the bush meat he brings back from hunting, lay traps for animals, a little about how to tippy toe and hunt for an animal. In short, Papa never knew where to draw the boundaries between what a woman should and should not do! He taught us all what he knew. He taught us never to allow fear or intimidation to overcome the good in us. According to him, FEAR is a disease. Our childhood memories were based on the farm, our sisters and brothers (cousins), our late grandmother, our aunties and the entire Appiah-Ablordegu clan! It was a childhood full of activities from dawn to dusk. We grew up wearing the “sister & brother thank-yous” from our sisters and brothers! It was a happy feeling that all our relatives had a say in our life! What a joy and what an honour! We had plates in Daa Amavi’s house and could eat in the late Tasi Peternor’s house! Mama Ablayonor of blessed memory was the mother we missed. She prepared most of our meals when Papa left for the farm. Sometimes, he left money with Daa Amavi for us to get our kenkey when we were hungry. Fo Kodjo was the pillar that held it all together for us! Tasi Pearlnor took over the mantle after Mama Ablayonor’s death.
During festive occasions, Daa Georgina was our designer! During these times, our sisters and brothers all come together at the request of Papa for a family reunion as most have grown and migrated to other parts of the country. We were surrounded with lots of love and could not feel the absence of our mother so much. That notwithstanding, her absence created a deep wound in our souls and hearts and the healing process is still ongoing. Norde Olivia has been very resourceful in helping us get through it all.
Papa was taken ill in October 2013 due to “old age’ as he put it to me and went on admission at “Trafalgar” Hospital. He was discharged and came back home to continue taking care of his fowls. When I spoke with him thereafter, Papa told me, his only prayer now was for God to give him a gracious death so no one would have to “help him in-and-out-of-bed.’ It sounded strange to me but little did I know he was telling me I will not see him again.
On December 22, 2013, DaaviAmey called to inform me Papa was taken to Trafalgar due to ill-health. On December 26, Daavi told me he was going to be discharged that evening. However, when I called that evening to find out if they had come home, I was told Papa relapsed and was in coma! On the early mornings of January 7th, 2014, Papa gave up the ghost.
Papa, Zoomey, you fought a good fight, but now the Lord
wants you to take a rest. Rest peacefully in His bossom.
HedenyuieZoomey, Baaba, Baaba, Baaba. Amen.