I woke up this morning, with lots of thought on my mind. Thinking about how to get money to settle a few personal issues, thinking about career moves, reflecting on life so far, projecting on what to do today. And tomorrow. And the day after. As my mentor Ace Ankomah would say, a serious perambulation in my mind.
For about two weeks, Kwame Sefa Kayi of Peace FM has been running a fund-raising campaign for the kidney centre at the 37 Military Hospital in Accra. Last week, he interviewed two siblings – a brother and sister. The sister had donated one of her kidneys to her brother, and it was so emotional hearing their testimonies.
Just this morning, Kwame interviewed Abigail, a lady who has issues with both her kidneys and in her words, is at Stage 4 (the worst is Stage 5). She has been living with this condition since 2007. Both kidneys are almost non-functional. She spoke about how her boyfriend deserted her, and when after two years he came looking for her, he asked her “What if you die after I have married you?” and left again. She spoke about the dreams she had growing up – wanting to marry at 28, have kids by 30, be a bubbly-happy girl. She spoke about her pain when she logs onto Facebook and sees her friends displaying their children. She cried throughout their interview.
She was not the only one who cried.
On the morning of 6 March 2012, I woke up to the news of the passing of one of the actors and film directors I admired so much – Godwin Kotey. He died of cancer. He was studying for his PhD in the United States of America and probably just returned home, to do the transition to the land of his ancestors in the midst of family.
On 12 March 2012, I logged on to Facebook, to the page of my friend Maximus Ametorgoh, and read the disturbing news of the demise of David Blake, a former presenter at Sunny FM in Accra. I had met David at the studios of Sunny FM in December 2011 when I went to speak about my books and writing in general, with host Eugene Arthur-Sam. I had heard Blake’s name and voice on radio but never met him. He walked into the studio, and I found him to be very warm. We got to chatting about books and he told me about a book review program he was planning to start. I autographed a copy of Tales from Different Tails for him and got the priviledge of taking a picture with him and Eugene. We connected on Facebook soon after. David Blake died of kidney complications, I understand.
Life is a gift. And listening to Abigail, I reflected on the perspectives of life again. We have a lot to be thankful for. And to be humble. And to appreciate that we are but grass. And to be close to our God. And to help others.
Rest in peace, Godwin and David. Abigail had an offer from an anonymous caller to Kwame to take her to India for a kidney transplant, all expenses paid. I will be rooting and praying for you, Abigail. May God give you a new lease of life and get your dreams back on track.
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