Komla you would have been 47 years today and you would have been towering over me and yet showing respect and love to Daddy.
As usual, we would have been spending the time and the entire day talking about the restoration of the soul of our continent Africa and our beloved Country Ghana. We would have been talking about the African/Ghanaian soul that was near destruction by slavery and colonialism. We would have been talking about the great African leaders who became rebels for the sake of freedom.
We would have been talking about the possibilities of a new psychic movement necessary for this restoration. We would have been talking about the new African Renaissance. Yes indeed, we would have been talking about the optimism for the future. We would have been talking about how the continent and our country Ghana would rise up above the history that was written century after century-An Ill-conceived enterprise to keep Africans and Africans in the Diaspora and people of color as hewers of wood and drawers of water.
Komla, you chose to walk in the footsteps of the emerging new African Renaissance and you made me accept that upon the ashes of our dead souls, we can rise to become higher beings.
The story is endless, the memories remain evergreen. And when it rains and I see the raindrops over you and your mother, Cecilia, I feel that God is giving all of us a new life. I miss you sorely. Rest in Peace.
Happy Birthday Komla
By Professor Ernest K. Dumor