I first met you at the Administration Block of KNUST in 1994 during my undergraduate programme registration. You had come with AK to do the same, and little did I know that from that day, you would become such an important part of my life. I call youMaa, AuntyMonica, andMonica Yaa Yaa —names that perfectly reflect your warmth, love, and presence. You are honest, playful, thoughtful, and always genuinely interested in my progress and that of my family. I just love when we meet — you will immediately list “my sins,” blast me, then we laugh and move on. You advise me like I’m your own child. You never let anything slide, but you lovingly correct me. With you, I’m always certain I have someone honest who truly has my best interests at heart. Your guidance always comes from a place of love — the kind only a true parent can give. You opened your home to me, and that simple act became one of my most cherished memories frommy four years at KNUST. Nhyiaeso fufu and jollof were my Saturday treats whenever I visited with AK. And your phrases, like “Herrr Patricia, me twa wo mmaa paa,” always bring a smile to my face. When I lost my mum, your presence and support meant the world. You spent days in Accra during the funeral rites just for us, showing the depth of your love and care. You’ve always accepted me as I am, flaws and all. There are too many funny moments to count — like the stories about boys fromTech who fancied AK or me —we still laugh about them. There has never been a real misunderstanding between us; the “blastings” are just part of our bond. Maa, AuntyMonica, my one and only, happy birthday. I’m sure you will “sugar yourself well well to church” and then come home to enjoy some special fufu. Thank you for being you and being there for me. My sisters, my husband, and my kids have all become part of your family because of who you are. God bless you with great health and peace of mind. Love you lots. Patricia Obo-Nai Today, I give all praise to God for His endless grace and mercy upon my dear mother, Mrs. Monica Asante. I thank Him for adding another year to her life and for all He has done for her. As Psalm 100:1–5 reminds us, we glorify Himwith joy, just as in the song “Mo NyaeMe” by TomTomErnest Brenya Kwarteng. I have knownMaa Yaa Yaa, as I fondly call her, since I was born over 50 years ago. We were neighbours at Fanti NewTown in Kumasi, and she cared for me like her own. She took me to Queen ElizabethNursery School and has been a God-fearing, loving, generous, and compassionate presence ever since. She often advises us to take care of ourselves, live meaningfully, and remember that life is not a competition, but a journey to be lived at our own pace. Turning 80 today is a testament to her good character, her wisdom, and the blessings God has bestowed upon her. Maa Yaa Yaa gives freely and is always willing to share what she has. Whenever I see her, I say, “Maa, ɛnyɛ ohh,” and she jokingly replies, “Pokuaa, wo nso ahh,” and we laugh together. She has a wonderful relationship with everyone, welcoming all — relatives, friends, or even acquaintances. Truly, she is a GREATMOTHER. I remember visiting her home and being told to help myself in the kitchen or the garden — plantains, vegetables — anything I needed. While playful and warm, Maa Yaa Yaa is also stern and honest when needed. She offers genuine feedback, turning misunderstandings into lessons, and never holds grudges. Her support has always been unwavering —whether in times of trouble, grief, or just everyday life. She gave me strength and inspired me to be resilient, especially when I faced challenges in my own life. Her faith in God and dedication to her Catholic church are remarkable. Even at 80, she remains deeply involved and inspires others to remain steadfast in faith. I am also thankful for the wonderful children she raised, who extend her love and warmth to all of us. Maa Yaa Yaa, I celebrate you today with joy and gratitude. May God bless you with abundant grace, strength, and long life. May you live to see your great-great-grandchildren and continue to touch many lives with your love. Together with the Boateng family, I say, “THANKYOUSINCERELY.” Sister Pokuaa The Birthday Journal 93
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