I met Monica’s dear late husband, YawAsante, in the 1970s when we lived on Tech (nowKNUST) campus. We lived in the same neighbourhood and were colleague professors, and he was one of the people I admired and was fortunate enough to call a good friend. Yet it was the friendship between my dear late wife, Matilda, and Monica that brought our families together. Monica is loved by all my children because she has always been like a mother to them. She is a wonderful family friend, and her genuine care for us all continues to this day. Yaa Yaa is one of a kind, and my children and I will not forget her love and support throughout the period of Mat’s passing. May God bless you as you turn eighty years old, and may the love you have shown others return to you and your children a hundredfold. Prof. Kofi Dadzie We have the fondest memories of AuntieMonica on Akurosu Road. Our mum called her Yaa Yaa, a name that reminds us of the beautiful smile she always wore and the bond they shared. For her generation, AuntieMonica was way ahead of herself in how she took the time to engage with us kids. Her kindness was genuine, even when she told us off: “Herh, mo ko hen?Mo nyɛ ntem!” Of all our mum’s friends growing up, AuntieMonica is one of the fewwho have stood the test of time in terms of taking the trouble to check on us, even after our dear mum’s passing. She took the time to come to Accra for Sister’s daughter’s marriage ceremony, and in the absence of our mother, we really appreciated it. Recently, Ewuradwoa visited AuntieMonica while in Kumasi for a funeral, and she insisted on giving her a dress when she told her she had accidentally left hers behind in Accra. This is our Auntie Monica, and today we come together to wish her a truly blessed eightieth birthday. We pray God’s blessings on her life and thank her for the love she has shown us throughout the years. Dad and Dadzie kids: – Naana, Sister, Ewuradwoa, and Ewurama The Birthday Journal 137
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