Tribute to my friend and neighbor, Kobla from Laura Hodasi Adjangba

Kobla,
I can still hear the voices of our mothers calling us, “Kobla, Afua” as we played in our neighborhood in Comm. 8, Tema. Depending on the tone of their voices, we could tell if we were in trouble, or if we had just stayed out longer than we were supposed to.

Kobla, unlike most people, you found your purpose in life and strived to achieve it. You were a good friend, a networker who loved connecting with people.

You would drive down from New Hampshire to visit me and Ayi in New Jersey so we could go partying together; those were the good old days. On one of these visits, you took a beautiful portrait of me; this portrait still stands on my mantle to this day.

On one occasion, you were visiting your mom in Maryland and found out that I had just given birth to my son, Ian. You drove down with your mother and made it to my house before I could say, hey Jack.

Kobla, simply put, you were a legend and we will always miss you!

Who are we to question the Almighty God for taking you away from us? He knows best, and “He makes all things beautiful, in His time.”

“You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left behind.”
– David Harkins

Mawu fe mor menye mia towo.

Hede nyuie, mia ga dogo le paradiso.