Maa, it’s your 80th birthday today. You insisted you didn’t want any celebration this year—that you wished tomark this milestone quietly. You even joked that you planned to spend the day quietly with Daddy. We’re not entirely sure what that means, but one thing we do know is this: he is celebrating you in heaven today, proudly smiling, cheering you on, and wrapping you once again in the love you shared. You also told us not tomake a magazine (“saa book nu”—just the mention of it still makes us laugh and shake our heads), even though it’s the very thing you’ve encouraged somany others to create through The Birthday Journal. And we understood—truly. But here’s the thing: when someone has spent a lifetime pouring love, care, and kindness into others, staying silent becomes impossible. So, please forgive us for gently going against your wishes—just a little. Today, we hold close the words of Proverbs 31:28–29: “Her children arise and call her blessed…” This isn’t just a verse. It’s the truth of you. It’s the story we’ve lived. It’s the blessing we rise with every single day. So, to honor the path you’ve walked and our way of saying thank you for the beautiful story that is your life, we quietly solicited birthday wishes and stories to create a journal worthy of you. When we began reaching out, expecting maybe eighty responses at most, something unexpected happened: the birthday tributes and stories kept coming… and coming. It became clear that you have touched far more lives than you probably realize. In the end, more than 200 heartfelt messages were received—a true reflection of a life shaped by generosity, dignity, grace, and a steady influence. You are the woman we see in Proverbs 31:25: “She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.” And because you love movies, especially your drama classics, The Birthday Journal Team let a bit of that spirit guide the theme of your “book nu”: warm, colorful, humorous, and full of life. Today, as we share this Birthday Journal with you, we are reminded of something important: give people their flowers and celebrate themwhile they are alive—so they can hear, feel, and understand the impact they’ve made. It shows themwhere they have blessed others, where they may have stumbled, and how deeply they are loved. And so, Maa, on this special day, we bring you your flowers—beautifully and lovingly gathered across these pages, filled with gratitude, admiration, and a touch of the drama you enjoy somuch, with a bit of NTER64Fanti NewTown flair. We celebrate you—not with noise or fanfare, but with joy, love, and this small memoir. And as we do, we hold on to the blessing we continue to pray over you: “May the Lord bless you and keep you; may His face shine upon you and give you peace.” (Numbers 6:24–26). And just as your favorite song says, “NeaWodeMe AbeduruNi, Wayeyi Nsa Da…,” we echo those words with full hearts. May your day be as peaceful, prayerful, and perfect as you imagined. And as we give thanks for your eighty remarkable years, we give thanks for you—the extraordinary woman who continues to bless our lives inmore ways than we can ever count. With all our love, Your beloved children. AQuiet Celebration of The Heart and Anchor of Our Lives 2 The Birthday Journal
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“MONICA: OSRAMAWUOMU” (The Moon in the Darkness) Starring: Monica Yaa Yaa (Yaa Yaa / Yoo Yoo) – the Harmattan Child destined for greatness; ObaapanyinMary Frimpong – the steady, loving mother; Agya Stephen Opuni – the proud, hardworking entrepreneur; Okyeame – the witty storyteller; Chorus &Dancers, including her siblings, cousins, children, grandchildren, friends, and church family – the voice of tradition, humor, and prophecy. THE FAMILY BEHIND THE HEROINE Before the drums announce her miracle dawn, the Okyeame lifts his carved staff, and the chorus hums gently, preparing the audience for the world that shaped Monica Yaa Yaa. Her upbringing was intertwined with the rhythms of Asante life—layered, vibrant, and full of movement. She grew up in a blended family guided by her father, mother, and stepmothers. Agya Opuni, striking and industrious, worked with CFAO, later the City Council, served the Manhyia Palace part-time, and ran a lively liquor store and bar at Bompata—where music, laughter, and anansesɛmfilled evenings. As the elders say, “ɔbarima yɛ adwuma a, ne fie te”—when a man works hard, his household flourishes. The family lived in Fanti NewTown until he built a home in Amakom. Obaapanyin Mary and her children remained in Fanti New Town, where she raised themwith warmth, resilience, and quiet ambition. The children moved between both homes, building bonds across different kitchens, different mothers, and different sets of siblings. This layered, colorful tapestry welcomed the Harmattan Child—ɔba a ne brɛoo ne mframa ka ho—born with the dust of December and the promise it carries. HARMATTANMORNING— BIRTH& PROPHECY On a cool, dusty Thursday morning in December in Fanti NewTown, drums hum softly as kente-clad dancers sway. Obaapanyin Mary sits on a low stool wrapped in bright cloth while Agya Opuni stands proudly by. The Chorus chants, “Whose beautiful baby girl is this? Born this lovely Harmattanmorning?” The Okyeame twirls his staff and declares, “Born to two proud families, touched by the Harmattan wind, this child will be great, beautiful, and resilient.” Drums and dancers erupt in celebration. Together, they proclaim: “Her name isMonica Yaa Frimpomaa —our Harmattan Child.” ANECDOTE The Birthday Journal 5
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In a lively compound house bursting with siblings, neighbors, and cooking aromas, littleMonica rolls on the ground crying dramatically, clutching her yellow doll. No toffee, no chicken, no coaxing can stop her. The Okyeame narrates, “Eiii! Who angered our little princess? Rolling, screaming—shake shake like earthquake!” NeighborMr. Nkyidwo peeks in with a sigh: “This child cries toomuch! Howwill we survive?” The Chorus bursts into laughter, chanting, “Yoyo! Yo-yo! Crybaby Yaa Yaa!” The Okyeame raises his staff and declares, “From today, she is Yoo Yoo!”Music rises as dancers swirl around the tiny storm rolling on the ground—her legend begins. THE LEGENDOF Yoo Yooo! SCENE ONE The Birthday Journal 7
The IronBond: CelebratingDaakyeHemaa withLove If there’s one thing our family loves, it’s a good story— and ours begins long before any of us even knew our ages. Back then, there were no birth certificates, so no one really knew the gaps between us. It wasn’t until one of our late brothers discovered our father’s old journal—with all our birth dates neatly written—that everything became clear. I am the ninth born and Yaa Yaa—is tenth on our maternal side—we are two years apart. Three older siblings passed away very young, so we never met them. Growing up, there were seven of us, and we spent our days playing together. Like most siblings, we had our disagreements—mostly over simple things like house chores. Yaa Yaa always wanted the last word, but as the older one, I didn’t let her have it. Even now, we still have the occasional misunderstanding, but it never lasts. We always end up laughing. She could be tough at times, but she also loved a good cry. In truth, we all did. We were strong-headed, each in our own way. As I grew older, I moved frommy mother’s house to my father’s hometown, so I only saw everyone during school vacations in Kumasi. Later, we went to live with our elder sister, Grace, of blessed memory, who looked after us and guided us through school. During the holidays, we sold sponges. I took it seriously because I needed the money for school, but she was more relaxed, knowing our father would support her at St. Monica’s. Our different approaches eventually led me to stop selling with her, and I later moved to live with my grandmother. Still, those little trading days taught us both a lot. We had our share of adventures too. One Christmas, we set off to visit our uncle in Tafo without asking for directions. We walked a long way, got completely lost, and returned home late. When he heard the story, he just laughed and said he would have given us a lift if we had asked. Another time, on the way to our mother’s hometown, she accidentally boarded a bus to the wrong Adjumakase. Tired and confused, she was helped by kind strangers to get to the right village. We had been waiting anxiously, already knowing she was on the wrong bus. Moments like these happened often—we did almost everything together, even if there were a few squabbles along the way. I am so proud of her. After her husband passed, she stayed strong, completed the family house, and cared for all her children who were still in secondary school—except Chief, who was already at university. Happy Birthday, Yaa. May the good Lord bless you, strengthen you, and keep you. You have lived, loved, worked hard, and cared deeply—and we honour you today. God bless you! Akua Serwaa 8 The Birthday Journal
“Iron boy, y3si meti!” This is the slogan we used to call out whenever the siblings of our late father, Mr. Stephen Opuni, met. Happy birthday to an amazing sister! Your love and fun make life brighter for everyone around you. As you celebrate this remarkable milestone, I pray for continued strength, peace, and joy in your life. Cheers to another year full of happiness and adventure. Stephen Opuni (Kofi Du) DownMemory LanewithMy Favourite Sister - AuntyMonica, a.k.a. Yaa Frimpomaa (Yaa Yaa) The Latin scholar will say, “TEMPUS FUGIT,” to wit, “time flies.” Monica came to meet me exactly 80 years ago at Fante NewTown in Kumasi. She is the 10th child of my father’s late first wife. My late mother was the second wife. Monica was popularly known then by the nickname “Yoo Yoo,” coined by a co-tenant, Mr. Nkyidwo. Today, I am the only one who calls her by that nickname, and she responds, “Yoo.” She has touched my life in many ways. As young as she was, she was my confidant, and when things went bad, she would say, “enyɛ hwee.” She was a bubbly young lady with a lot of time on her hands because, as the youngest, she hardly did house chores like pounding fufu. Her older siblings, especially Aunty Ama, did all the hard work. It is therefore surprising that now she has become such a responsible, hardworking mother, raising four (4) responsible offspring. God works in mysterious ways. We have always understood each other, and there has never been a misunderstanding or hard feelings between us. Yaa Yaa could be described as compassionate, an impulsive counsellor even to people older than her, and ever ready to offer assistance and support. I will always thank her for her companionship, her openness, her respect for me as an older brother, and her encouraging words in times of despair. I am very grateful to her. Yoo Yoo, my prayer is that you will continue to be the good and supportive mother that you have always been to your children. Continue to depend fully on your Creator for the many blessings He has showered on you, your children, and your grandchildren. On this 80th birthday, my wife, Aunty Julie, and your four nephews are proud of you, and we pray that God will add many more years, full of good health. Have a glorious BIRTHDAY, and GODRICHLY BLESS YOU. Dr. E. K. Opuni and Family The Birthday Journal 9
ToGod be the glory for the great thingsHe has done. Mrs. Monica Asante, whom I affectionately call Yaa Yaa, is my half-sister. I watched her grow up in our father’s house at Fante NewTown. We lived together as one big family, and you could hardly tell we were only related paternally — that’s how close we were. I still remember our school days so fondly. There was a time she said “bucket” instead of “bokiti,” and all the girls in the house teased her endlessly, saying, “Instead of saying bokiti, she is saying bucket.” It became one of those lighthearted moments that showed how polished her secondary school education had made her. As we celebrate eight decades of God’s blessings upon your life, I joyfully welcome you to the 8th floor. My prayer for you is simple —may God grant you continued strength, good health, and abundant grace. Happy birthday, Sister. Theresa My dear paternal sister, the last born of our mother, Maame Akua Donkor (of blessed memory). Growing up, our father’s house at Fante NewTown was always full, with about twelve to fifteen of us spending vacations together. Those were lively, unforgettable days! Even then, you stood out — elegant, confident, and very much a lady. We teased that you were our father’s favorite, pampered every time you returned from school. During those vacation days, a few of us would attend classes in the mornings, and since we all loved oiled rice and beef, we’d pool our money and hand it over to you. You’d go shopping, cook, and have lunch ready for us when we got back. Yes, we did eat a lot of oiled rice! Those were such wonderful, happy times at NTR 64! You’ve always had a nurturing spirit, and I remain deeply thankful for all that you’ve done for me and for the family. Wotri nkwa, Sister Yaa Yaa. I wish you well, my sister. Eighty is truly no small feat —God has indeed blessed you and brought you this far. Chief Opuni ❤️ Dear Yaa Yaa Special, After you sent me to KTI, you continued to encourage me with your inspirational words. You have been a true elder sister. You have always cared for every family member, and I cherish how you call me Iron Iron. You are very kind, bold, and a wise adviser. If I could thank you for just one thing, it would be that long life and mercies shall follow you forever. Congratulations! Continue to serve the good Lord until the call from the Almighty God. Happy Birthday! Kwadwo Opuni (Koo Puni) 10 The Birthday Journal
I’ve always called her my older sister by thirteen years, Mrs. Asante — probably the only one among our siblings who still does. When we were kids, we didn’t grow up in the same house. The older siblings lived in our father’s house at Fante NewTown, while I stayed with our parents after they moved to “Studium,” Amakom. The first time she visited me in Canada, I had just bought a house in a new neighbourhood — only a few homes were finished. One evening, as we watched builders working behind my house, she said, “Look at how these Canadians work.” Then she laughed and added, “If it were a Ghanaian carpenter, he’d start singing on the roof, stop to chat, disappear for two weeks, and still not finish!” That’s my sister —witty, observant, and always pushing for hard work. She knows how to handle contractors and building projects. She was married to a university lecturer — a kind and intelligent man who treated me warmly. They had a wonderful life together, and when he fell ill, she cared for himwith devotion and faith, never dwelling on sadness. That quiet strength has always inspired me. After her husband passed, she managed incredibly well with the young children. Though the house wasn’t fully finished, her husband had left materials and some savings, and she made sure the home was completed before the university reclaimed their residence. I remember her working closely with contractors — providing materials, befriending workers, and convincing them to help after hours. That’s her nature: strong, determined, and resourceful. Even in tough times, she never showed it. She’s fearless and outspoken. If something isn’t done right, she’ll say it. When her husband died, even though tradition forbade widows from visiting the mortuary, she went early one morning to make sure everything was handled properly, saying, “I’m not a coward; I’m a widow.” She even helped post the funeral posters herself. She likes things done properly and quickly —never the “I’ll come tomorrow” type. I remember a friend visiting from the UK, worried about land documents stuck at the Lands Department. She was meant to travel the next day, and staff were giving her the runaround. Mrs. Asante told her not to worry, took her there the next morning, and by the end of the day, the problemwas solved. That’s her —warm, bold, and effective. I’m especially grateful for how she looked after me when I was in Ghana before joining my husband abroad. If she hadn’t seen me in a while, she’d walk from the university campus to Ahinase Estate early in the morning — just to check on me. There were no mobile phones then, but she always found a way to reach me, saying, “I haven’t seen you in a while; I just came to check on you.” She is deeply caring and thoughtful. When I was pregnant with my second child, I hadn’t told anyone because of previous miscarriages. My sister came to the States to visit Chief and kept asking why I wasn’t working, gently pressing until I told her I was eight months pregnant. She was thrilled and insisted on visiting me in Canada. She cooked for me, went shopping with me, and kept me laughing. Chief teased that she was only cooking to make me happy before leaving, so I shouldn’t get used to it. But that’s just her way of showing love. What inspires me most about her is her calm spirit. She doesn’t let worries weigh her down and is always ready to help others. Among our siblings, she has always been the glue. Our late father often hosted Easter gatherings, and she would take charge — organising food, cooking, and calling herself the Queen Mother. She even gave herself the title “Nana Da Chi,” meaning “one who sees into the future.” She’s caring, thoughtful, and deeply loyal. When family issues come up, she faces them head-on. While I might stay quiet, she speaks her mind — and even if arguments happen, she never holds grudges. My husband and I often stayed with her when we visited Kumasi while our house was being completed. She made sure we were comfortable and treated us like her own. Sometimes we tease her for arguing just for the fun of it — like the famous bankye-fufu saga. Happy 80th Birthday, Mrs. Asante! You’ve always been our pillar of strength — caring, witty, fearless, and full of heart. Your love, determination, and calm spirit inspire us all. We celebrate you today and always. Afia The Birthday Journal 11
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You are an amazing sister — outspoken, caring, and always ready to give advice at every opportunity. I will always remember your kindness, especially when you lent me money to paint our family house after our uncle passed away at Asante Akyem. That gesture meant so much to me. I also cherish the fun moments we share, teasing each other with “Wonso so woyɛ onua.” Your wisdom and guidance have been a blessing in my life, and I thank you. As you celebrate your 80th birthday, Onua, I pray that the good Lord continues to bless you with good health and fills the years ahead withHis favour. Lydia Adjoa Anokyewaa Opuni She is my beloved half-sister and one of the three last-borns in our family, with me being the youngest of the three. I fondly call her by her full name —Yaa YaaMonica Asante. Whenever she visits my laboratory, she naturally becomes the centre of warmth and wisdom, offering thoughtful advice to both the staff and patients around. She has such a lively spirit and easily draws people into meaningful conversations. I’ll never forget how she affectionately calls me “Menua nua” (My Sister’s Sister) or “Akua Ababaawa.” Those words always remind me of the deep bond we share. One of the moments that truly touched me was when she took in a young man who was selling on the streets, gave him shelter in her home, and later helped him further his education at the Polytechnic. That act alone speaks volumes about her compassion and generosity. I also recall a funny memory —we once attended a funeral at Wesley Cathedral and later went to AdumPresby Hotel to eat. While she was happily enjoying her omo tuo with groundnut soup, I started narrating the history of the Presbyterian Church in Kumasi. She quickly stopped me mid-sentence and said, in her usual humorous tone, that she was not interested in my story —we both burst out laughing! She’s a straightforward person— blunt, but always honest and full of love. One thing I’ll always thank her for is standing by me like a mother during my wedding in Accra. Her support meant the world to me. As she celebrates 80 years of life and grace, my prayer is that the years ahead will bring her good health, happiness, and the continued blessings of God. Mrs. Akua Serwaa Forson The Birthday Journal 13
Daakye Hemaa, Wo yɛ Onua, MenuaNua, Kakyire Panyin, Sister Yaa Yaa — these are some of the beautiful names we call our dear sister, Mrs. Monica Asante. Daakye Hemaa, you are another year older and wiser, yet still the same wonderful person we have always loved. MenuaNua, you’re not just growing older — you’re levelling up! On your special day, we want to thank you for being such an incredible sister. Sister Yaa Yaa, we are truly grateful for the memories we’ve shared and the many more we will continue to make. You’ve been patient, loving, and understanding — you truly deserve a medal. Happy birthday to the most amazing sister in the world! May your day be filled with love, laughter, and all your favourite things. May the Good Lord bless you with good health, long life, and endless joy. We hope your day is as bright and beautiful as you are. Here’s to another wonderful year of laughter, love, and adventures together. Mrs. Angelina Fosuah Kwarteng You are lovely and jovial, always filling our family gatherings with laughter and joy. I will always remember how you call me “Iron Boy” whenever we meet… You remind me of your father, my uncle, every time we meet. Your kindness, respect, and warmth have touched my heart deeply. I am thankful for you! On this special milestone of your 80th birthday, my prayer for you is inspired by Isaiah 65:17–24— that your days be long, full of joy, and blessed in every way. Happy birthday, my daughter, Daakyehemaa. May you live long and continue to bring happiness to everyone around you. Akwasi Amoako Amoantwi 14 The Birthday Journal
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The stage splits between boarding school life and the home compound. In the dorms, Monica bounces around like a mini tornado, full of jokes and energy. The Okyeame shouts over the drums, “Look at Yaa Yaa—lively girl, always shining!” On the rattling “bone shaker” bus, the girls chant, “Takatakata! Takatakata!” asMonica leads songs fearlessly. Back home during vacation, she lounges like a queen beside a tray of sponges meant for sale. Sister Serwaa scolds, “Yaa Yaa! Sell small, gossip small!” The Okyeame chuckles, “Ahh, lucky girl—Paapa will pay her school fees!” After completing St. Monica’s and passing the Common Entrance Examination, Monica was admitted to Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School. Monica struts through the gate with flair as girls whisper excitedly, “Herh! Within the first week her new friends love to talk about everything and nothing, so they nicknamed her Ntoa, the short formof Ntoatoa. Inherently, her new classmates knew that Monica would become something BIG!” The Chorus chants, “Ntoa! Ntoa! Ntoa!” as dancers mimic her playful walk, and the curtain closes to roaring laughter. SCENE TWO MONICA The School Ntoa 16 The Birthday Journal
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HappyBirthday, Social ButterflyMonica! Some friendships enter your life softly, but stay with a strength that lasts a lifetime. Mine with Yaa is one of those blessings.I thank God that He did not deny me the opportunity to know and have a friend like Yaa in my life. I met Yaa — as I fondly call her, and she calls me Akosua — when we were very young at St Monica’s SecondaryMiddle School in Kumasi. Our friendship began in boarding school and continued through Yaa Asante Secondary School. We both lived in Kumasi and travelled to school together in the old “bone shaker” buses. I still remember us singing gospel songs loudly whenever we climbed the steepMampong Scarp — such precious memories. Yaa has always been a strong and courageous woman. When my husband fell sick and passed, she took charge of almost everything — the obituary, posters, and arrangements — even though she was a widow herself. I used to call her “Yaa, Obaa Denden” because she never procrastinates and believes in doing things immediately. She raised her children with discipline and always chose what was best for them. Her heart for orphans, disabled children, and the underprivileged is extraordinary. Deeply rooted in her Catholic faith, she has supported a Catholic orphanage in Kumasi for many years. For her 70th birthday, all she wanted was to celebrate with the children there — her “own children,” as she lovingly calls them. Though she was my mate in school, she always formed deep friendships with older people and cared for themwith love and compassion. Even today, she continues to visit and support the elderly, some over 90 years old. Yaa is also eversupportive of widows, offering comfort and guidance during difficult times. When my husband passed, she was outside Ghana, yet she made sure her children represented her and supported me until she returned. After her husband, Wofa Yaw, passed in 1990, she devoted herself fully to raising her children while still supporting others whenever she could. Her children appreciate her deeply because she has been their rock. She also became a confidant to my mother, and before my mother died, she trusted Yaa with her wishes. That is the kind of friend she has always been. We have never had any serious conflict. Even when we disagree, she is loving, firm, and always wants the best for me and for all her friends. She is a free-spirited, genuine soul — generous without being asked, seeing the needs of others, and giving without expecting anything in return. Yaa, my life is richer because of you. May the Lord continue to bless you, protect you, and surround you withHis divine grace. May He grant you strength, good health, and long life. I am so privileged to know you and to have you in my life. Happy 80th birthday, my love! Martha Akosua Poku 18 The Birthday Journal
I first met MaaMonica in the late 1950s to early 1960s when we were both students at Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School. Like many of our schoolmates, I affectionately called her “Maa Monica.” The prefix “Maa” came naturally to us because of who she was as a person way back then in our school days. She was someone who engendered the respect and admiration of all her peers. There are so many qualities she embodies that I truly admire, but the words that come to mind immediately are kind, caring, authentic, and God-fearing. She has stayed true to who she is all these years. One of my fondest memories of her goes back to our school days. I had my first boyfriend while we were at Yaa Asantewaa. MaaMonica loved to tease me about him and would go, “Nana oo Nana!”, which would have me giggling happily. She must have known he was a good match for me, and she was right, as Lovelace (Nana) and I have been married for 55 years now. I remember howmuch she encouraged me when we were in school. I looked up to her as though she were my big sister, even though we were mates. She was always caring and looked out for others, always wanting to see everyone do well and thrive. She inspired me in those formative years of my life to also look out for others around me. The “Nana oo Nana” chant is still one of the moments that makes me smile whenever I think of her. And after all these years, I cannot recall a single misunderstanding between us. If I could thank her for just one thing, it would be for being such a wonderful friend to me, especially during our time at Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School. On the occasion of her 80th birthday, I wish MaaMonica good health, long life, peace of mind, and all the happiness her heart can absorb! Jocelyn Prempeh The Birthday Journal 19
I first got to knowMrs. Monica Asante, then simply Monica, during her secondary school days. She was a classmate of my younger sister at Yaa Asantewaa Girls’ Secondary School in Kumasi. Even back then, Yaa Yaa, as she was fondly called by her close friends, was known for being warm, very sociable, and accommodating. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Monica Opuni would one day become my aunt. But as fate would have it, my uncle, Mr. YawAsante, returned from his studies in the UK as a Land Economist and Valuer and married her — perhaps through the influence of his close friend, LawyerMensah-Bonsu, who was married to AuntyMonica’s elder sister, Mrs. GraceMensah-Bonsu. After my uncle’s passing, Mrs. Asante and her children moved from the KNUST campus, where he had been a Senior Lecturer, to Nhyiaeso. At that time, I lived just two houses away. Her motherly charm naturally drew my children to her home — they would always be found playing and spending time there. Yaa Yaa, as I later called her, has always been a devoted Catholic, faithfully attending SundayMass at the KNUSTCatholic Church despite the long distance. Her compassion, sociability, and generosity extend to everyone who crosses her path. On this special milestone of your 80th birthday, my family and I congratulate you, Yaa Yaa. We pray that the good Lord shower His grace on you and endow you with good health, strength, and protection in the years ahead. Yaa Yaa, “Wotiri Nkwa” —Amen! By Mr. Ofori Awuah When we first met in 1962 at Yaa Asantewaa Girls’ Secondary School in Kumasi, I was a “Nino” — a firstyear student — and the first impression I had of her was that she was a senior who was well brought up and very caring. SisterMonica treated me like a younger sister — very loving, very caring, and very helpful. She was there for me in every sense of the word. She was a senior who carried herself with grace, kindness, and humility. I never once saw her bully any junior. She never looked down on the juniors. Her approach to all of us was civil, calm, and polite, which made me love and admire her instantly. I’ll never forget how she travelled all the way from Kumasi to Prampram to give help and comfort me when my mother passed away. That act of love showed me she is, indeed, a friend in need. SisterMonica, you have always been a beautiful example of kindness and compassion. On this special day, I wish you a very Happy 80th Birthday! May the Almighty God continue to bless, protect, guard, and guide you. May He also strengthen you, filling your days with happiness, peace, and good health. Congratulations to you, my dearest friend. May you live many more beautiful years ahead — even beyond a hundred and fifty! Mrs. Martey 20 The Birthday Journal
My first encounter withMase (In-Law), as I fondly call her, was when the old girls of Yaa Asantewaa Girls’ Secondary School (YAGSS) attended her husband’s funeral sometime in 1990. She is strong-willed, yet always ready to help. Though she often insists on her way (even against my resistance), her kindness always shines through. One moment that deeply touched my heart was when my son gained admission to OpokuWare Secondary School (OWASS); she gladly accompanied me — even for a parent–teacher meeting. We’ve had our share of misunderstandings, but they never last. We always reconcile easily, a true reflection of her gracious and forgiving spirit. AuntieMonica is a kind, caring, and motivating woman whose presence continues to bless those around her. Thank you, Mase, for everything you’ve done for me and my family. Happy 80th!!! Akuamoah You lived with us at Fanti NewTown during your elementary school days at the English ChurchMission (nowAnglican School). After passing the Common Entrance Examination, you continued your secondary education in Kumasi and later became a teacher. You went on to marry the lateMr. Asante, a Senior Lecturer at KNUST, and together you were blessed with four wonderful children. Auntie, you have always been kind, beautiful, and full of energy — loved by everyone who knows you. You are ever willing to lend a helping hand, whether to family or friends, and that generous spirit continues to inspire us all. We celebrate you today with heartfelt joy and gratitude. May God bless you with good health, long life, wisdom, knowledge, and prosperity. You truly deserve all the love that surrounds you on this special day and always. Thelma Tackie The Birthday Journal 21
I have known AuntieMonica since childhood. She was my big sister’s friend and classmate at Yaa Asante Girls’ Secondary School, but God had a plan for her to become my friend too. She became more than a friend — a sister and confidant. I grew attached to her because she was friendly, loving, wise, and people-centred. I knew being close to her would enrich my life, and it truly did. Sister Yaa Yaa, as I call her, has inspired my family in countless ways. My children and I are who we are today because of her consistent and generous advice. She often told me, “Akosua, focus on the kids; make them a priority. When you work hard, use what you earn to take good care of them so they can care for you one day.” Today, I am enjoying the fruits of that guidance. Her motherly care extended far beyond her own children. I visited schools with her, watching her advise and encourage students with the heart of a true teacher. During vacations, she welcomed my kids to her home on Tech Campus and cared for them like her own. They still hold those memories dearly, and they have grown beautifully in their chosen fields because of that nurture. She also shaped my Christian journey. When she visited me in Accra and realised I wasn’t attending church, she reminded me that any gathering in Christ’s name is a church. We explored the neighbourhood until we found aMethodist service at a school. Since I had attended aMethodist school, she joked that it was a perfect fit. I joined officially and have been active ever since —now serving as a key leader. I credit much of this spiritual growth to her guidance and, of course, to God. I will forever be grateful for her love, support, and thoughtful care toward me and my children. I have never seen Sister Yaa Yaa angry. Even in sadness, her humour and warmth could lift your spirits instantly. She is jovial, kind, and truly a good sister. I constantly remind my kids to thank her for the role she played in their journey to adulthood. She has helped me in so many ways that I feel compelled to thank God for her every morning. I cannot recall a single misunderstanding between us — she always chose peace. Sister Yaa Yaa, may God bless you abundantly. Your friendship and sisterly love have brought me far, and I do not take any of it for granted. As you celebrate your 80th birthday, may God grant you strength, good health, and many more years. I wish you a long, long life. Amen! Monica Owusu 22 The Birthday Journal
Happy 80thBirthday, YaaYaa! I have known Yaayaa from the very beginning — from the day she was born. Her brother, Emmanuel Kingsley Opuni, whom I affectionately called Kwasi Puni, was my best friend and classmate. We began what was then called Class One in the same year she came into the world. Although we were not exactly neighbours, I spent a great deal of time at NTCR 64 because their father, Mr. Opuni, had a shop at Bompata, very close to our school. That was where my friendship with her family began, a bond that has lasted ever since. Over the years, my connection with Yaayaa has remained strong. She has always been more than a family friend — someone who visits, cares deeply, and stays connected no matter howmany years go by. My friendship with Kwesi has also endured, proof of the strength of those early ties. She is wonderfully pleasant, kind, warm, and easy to get along with. She has a natural gift for connecting with people and forms lasting bonds, including a special friendship with my wife. On your 80th birthday, I want you to know howmuch you are loved. When you come to our house, you call me by the nickname “Ogyam,” the name I had growing up, showing just how close we are. It is a great privilege to have you in our lives, and today we celebrate not just your birthday, but the remarkable person you have always been. Dr Akrofi aka “Ogyam” The Birthday Journal 23
Monica (3rd from left) and friends fromYaa Asantewaa Secondary School Monica (2nd from right) with other Yaa Asantewaa Old Students Association Ladies 24 The Birthday Journal
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The Kumasi City Council courtyard buzzes withmarket noise, taxi horns, and swinging Kente banners. Drummers stand ready, and asMonica and YawAsante stroll across the stage inmatching Kente— pretending not tomatch, smiling shyly— drums strike sharply: kpom! kpa! kpoo! Two veteran gossip queens, Akosua Nyarko andMaame Afia, spot them instantly. “Hmmm!” Akosua begins. “Good things are happening—but don’t tell anybody,” Maame Afia teases as the drum goes kpom! Akosua snaps, “My ears are itchy—TALK!” andMaame Afia finally drops the news: “You see that gentleman who pretends he’s visiting Irene? It’s not Irene—he is coming to seeMONICA.” Akosua gasps dramatically. “Ei! Didn’t her in-law, Mr. Mensa-Bonsu, ban her fromhaving a boyfriend? And isn’t YawAsante HIS friend?”Maame Afia nods knowingly, and Akosua ascertains, “Oh, but I thought Monica worked at Kumasi City Council as a clerk in the planning department. I think Mr. Mensa-Bonsu got her that job. I believe Monica and Yaw are just work colleagues, as Yaw also works in the planning department.” The drumhits. Maame Afia whispers loudly, “Secret no yɛ big ooo.” The big revelation follows: Mr. Mensa-Bonsu once sawMonica stepping out of Yaw Asante’s car. He was furious—yeiiii! Alarmblew!—but after cooling down, he admitted that YawAsante was a good man and allowed them to court. Akosua’s eyes widen: “So should I hear marriage drums?”Maame Afia smirks, “Something like that.” Both women burst into dance, chanting, “Amarriage is in sight, agyei!” Drummers pound, dancers spin in chaos, and the spotlight freezes onMonica and YawAsante—shy, glowing, caught between love and gossip. Lights dimwith classic Monicawood flair. SCENE THREE AMANFOR YAA YAA City Council Chronicles The Birthday Journal 27
I met Monica in 1960 when we started FormOne at Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School, though I had known her socially even before then. In boarding school we became close. As a teenager, Monica was everywhere — free, lively, always talking and explaining something. She talked so much we called her ntoa. We moved as a group, eating, laughing, and doing everything together. You couldn’t takeMonica anywhere without her making a new friend. After school, she moved to Kumasi to live with her elder sister, MrsMensah-Bonsu. Her brother-in-lawworked at KMA and helped her find work there, likely as a clerk in the planning department. Every morning before work she stopped by my house; we were inseparable. We ate together, dressed alike, and went to the Students’ Dance whenever we could. Everyone in my home knewMonica — she made herself at ease everywhere. Now, how she met Mr Asante is a story on its own— and quite a funny one. MrMensa-Bonsu was very strict and didn’t likeMonica having boyfriends. Meanwhile, his close friend, Yaw Asante, had quietly taken a liking to her. Because they all belonged to the same social circle, anythingMonica did could easily get back to her brother-in-law. So whenever the group met to chat or dance, we acted as though everything was perfectly innocent. That’s how I ended up playing a key role in their love story — accidentally. WhenMonica andWofa Yaw began befriending each other, I pretended to be the one he was interested in so no one would suspect Monica. Since she and I were always together, it made meeting easier for them. But secrets don’t stay hidden forever. One day, MrMensa-Bonsu sawMonica stepping out of Mr Asante’s car. That was when he realised I wasn’t the girlfriend —Monica was. He was furious. He stopped speaking to me for a while, and whenever I visited, I had to hide in a room to avoid him. Still, Monica and I carried on as usual. We sneaked to dances and returned early before questions arose. Through it all, she remained her cheerful, open-hearted self. With time, everything settled. She marriedMr Asante, and onceMrMensa-Bonsu realised his friend’s intentions were sincere, he gave his blessing — and forgave me. In the end, their love story blossomed in the most unexpected way: through a loyal friend quietly running interference so no one would suspect a thing. Happy 80th Birthday, Monica Rita! Through all of life’s ups and downs, our friendship has remained steadfast. We’ve shared laughter, memories, and countless moments that have shaped us both. I am so grateful for our long-standing bond, for all the years we’ve walked together as sisters and friends. YaaYaa, you take challenges in stride. WhenWofa Yaw passed away, you took up the mantle of completing your home, embracing that responsibility without hesitation. I also admire the way you raised the children — how you cared for them, guided them, and kept them close. You have a remarkable ability to bring them together, nurturing love, unity, and all that truly matters. I thank God for preserving your life all these years, even through challenges like the time you were bitten by a dog at home. The attack was severe and kept you indoors for a long time, yet you healed and carried on with strength and courage. I wish you a long life, free from sickness. You are very religious—may you always keep your faith. May the Lord keep us together as He always has. And just so you know, I’m not the only one allowed to call youMonica Rita—but I’ll always be the one who does it best! Irene 28 The Birthday Journal
AuntieMonica and I first met at Yaa Asantewaa Secondary School in 1960. We were classmates and became close friends — a friendship that has lasted all these years. She was very smart, kind, and always there for you. We used to get into a bit of mischief together — teasing teachers, playing pranks, and running away when caught. There were both Black andWhite teachers at the time, and we kept them on their toes! After school, we both got married — she to a professor, and I to an army officer. Though we lived far apart, we remained close. I lived in the barracks in Kumasi, while she was on Tech Campus. Her husband, Mr. Asante, was very strict, just like mine, and I used to tease her by calling him “Owura Asante” behind his back. Once, the two of us planned to attend a funeral with our friend Cynthia. I drove from the barracks to Tech to pick her up, but her husband stopped her from going. We went without her and spent the whole trip talking about it. Of course, we teased her about it later when we returned from the funeral. Because of my husband’s work, we travelled a lot — Takoradi, Tamale, and finally back to Kumasi. Each time I returned, Monica and I reconnected as if no time had passed. By then, she had all her children, and they were about the same age as mine. We even have a photo of them together that my daughter still keeps. Our friends teased us and called us “the Cinderellas” because whenever we went out, we had to be home by noon to make sure lunch was ready for our husbands. By 11 o’clock, Monica would check her watch and say, “Let’s go before it’s too late.” After finishing our chores, we’d sometimes head back into town again. It became our little tradition, joking that our husbands had trained us well. To this day, we are still homebuddies, preferring to stay home rather than go out. Monica has always been dependable. When my husband passed away, Monica came to perform kuna with me — the traditional mourning period. She stayed through the entire funeral, supporting me until everything was done. She was my strength during that difficult time, even cooking for my family. Monica is caring, dependable, and always ready to help. My children still talk about her kindness. She also faced her own challenges when her husband died young, leaving her to raise the children alone. She handled it so well — calm and steady. I remember a funny moment when one of her children, I think it was Owuraku or Owura Asante himself, fell very ill. In her panic to rush him to the hospital, she forgot to wear shoes. After her hospital visit, she came to my house crying, and I said, “Calm down. And where are your shoes?” Then she realized she hadn’t worn any. Monica and I both never liked driving with shoes —we used to say it gave us better control of the pedals. Monica is also full of humour. Once, she was at my poultry farmwhen my young son screamed after being bitten by a snake. He narrated his ordeal to Auntie Monica, saying he had been bitten by a kan ke bi, and from that day, she started calling himKan ke bi—a nickname she still uses for him today. Happy 80th Birthday, Monica. As you reach this milestone, we celebrate the kindness and reliability you’ve shared with all of us over the years. Your gentle way of caring for people continues to influence our families and community in special ways. May the years ahead bring you peace, joy, and all the love you so easily give. Mina The Birthday Journal 29
Monica, I first met you back in the late 1960s through my cousin, Yaw. Over the years, our relationship grew naturally, and you became someone I could talk to and consult about anything. What has always stood out about you is your generosity. You give freely — your time, your support, and whatever you have — always with a genuine heart. You advise without hesitation, help without being asked, and treat everyone with the same kindness, whether family or not. Because of this, I came to see you not just as my cousin’s wife, but truly as a sister. Like any two close people, we’ve had our disagreements. We both stand by our convictions, we talk things through, and we always find common ground. Your strength and sincerity are qualities I deeply admire. Your helpfulness has been constant. You have supported me in many ways and have always shown kindness to others, even to those you barely know. That is simply who you are. When Yaw passed away, I only tried to be there for you in the small ways I could. Even now, I still turn to you for guidance, because I value your judgement deeply. If I were to thank you for one thing, it would be your kindness! As you turn 80, this is my message to you: DearMonica, thank you for being such an inspiring presence in my life and in the lives of all who know you. We love you dearly. May this birthday bring you more years, more happiness, more health, and more joy. Kwaku Wusu Auntie Yaayaa, I have known you for over 30 years. You are jovial and affable —Asantefo bɛka sɛ AuntieMonica yɛ nipa. You have always been very good to me. I remember when I was at KNUST, you used to cook for me, and Chief would come to call me when the food was ready. On the first day, I was so hungry, and you were truly God-sent. I want to thank you for always providing me with food (home-cho) when I was in school. As you turn the big 80, AuntieMonica, may the Lord continue to bless, keep, and uphold you. Auntie Takyiwa I have known AuntyMonica for over forty years. Monica Yaa Yaa, as I affectionately call her, is more than a sister to me and possesses an indescribable charm. She is kind, reliable, and ever supportive. Monica Yaa Yaa, you are a true testament to God’s goodness and love. May His presence always fill you with joy. Wishing you a very happy, happy birthday! Aunty Paulina Wusu Ansah 30 The Birthday Journal
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I met AuntieMonica when her husband joined the staff of the Land Economy Department at UST. At the time, she worshipped at the Anglican Church while I attended Our Lady’s Catholic Church in Kumasi, both on the Tech campus, but we often met at social gatherings. I already knew her elder sister, Grace, from the Nurses’ Training College, where all the young Asantes looked up to her as an elder sister. Our friendship truly began one morning when I went forMass and, quite by chance, walked into her wedding ceremony at the Catholic Church —which they had planned to be very small and quiet. As it turned out, our Ladies’ Choir, of which I was part, took over and sang at theMass. That was the beginning of everything! She later joined the choir and brought so much life and energy into it. AuntieMonica was everywhere — always active and full of joy in church activities. Over time, we became more like sisters. One thing I’ve always admired about her is that she’ll speak her mind no matter what. She says things just as they are, and I love that honesty about her. One of my most memorable moments with her was on Uncle YawAsante’s last day on earth. It was a Saturday, and I accompanied her to the hospital. It was such a moving moment when Uncle Yaw asked me to thank AuntieMonica for him, which I did. I left the hospital around 1 p.m., only to hear later that he had passed away at 7 p.m. The rest is history. AuntieMonica is a bold and strong woman— hardworking, always smiling, and very affable. God has truly been gracious to her. She has done a yeoman’s job — congratulations! AuntieMonica, I pray for God’s protection, divine direction, blessings, favour, and many happy days ahead. May the Good Lord bless you and your family, and may you live to be a hundred years! With all my love, Your sister, Maggie Acquaye AuntyMonica and I go way back. We were both proud members of the Asante Cultural Ladies Group, whose motto was “TeteWobi Ka, TeteWo Bi Kyere.” The group was formed in the mid-1970s by the then Asantehene, Nana Otumfuo OpokuWare, at the Cultural Centre in Kumasi. Its purpose was to promote and preserve Asante culture while supporting the Asantehene during traditional events and ceremonies. Those were truly special days. Together, we learned Asantensem, Ebe, and the graceful dances that define our heritage —Adowa, Kete, Mfuntum, and more. Everything about being Asante came alive in that group, and AuntyMonica was always right there — full of grace, laughter, and warmth. We even had our own playful nicknames that made us giggle every time. One would call out, “Atweabeaso!” and the other would respond, “Watwetwe abeaso!” Those little moments of joy and friendship are treasures I still carry in my heart. AuntyMonica wasn’t just a fellowmember — she was a true sister, one whose kindness and spirit made every gathering brighter. Happy birthday. May the Lord bless you as you celebrate your 80th. Love, Mrs. Danso Dapaah 32 The Birthday Journal
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