He was one of those people who made you feel like you were the only person in the room. And considering the fact that he probably knew everyone else in the room, it made you feel even more special.
He loved good food, and always went on and on about how well his wife could cook. He loved her- no doubt about that. He called her ‘meine liebe Frau’, which means ‘my dear wife’ in German, and he gave her a kiss every time he left the house and every time he came back.
He knew something about everything. Just sitting across someone in a room, he could more often than not accurately guess where the person was from- by either the way the person looked or how the person spoke. He was always the first to put out his hand and say hello. His rich baritone voice and his dimpled smile immediately put you at ease.
He had a hearty laugh- the animated kind. The funnier the joke, the longer he laughed. Sometimes it seemed like his pot belly caught onto the joke. He always said that his pot belly was a trophy- a reward for all the good food and good wine he had had in his day. He said it would be unfair if his tummy could not show off its wealth of experience.
He was very fashion conscious. I have seen pictures of him in bell-bottoms and an afro, as well as pictures of him in a killer tuxedo. He knew all the perfumes and colognes that needed to be known- he had a good nose 🙂 He had music from all over the world- jazz, Zulu folk songs, classical music, even Daddy Lumba cassettes! He would either bob his head to the tune, or do his signature 1960 footworks thing.
He doted on his daughters. He always said that if he had to rank all his achievements, his daughters would be at the very top. People say he spoiled them like granddaughters because he had them so late in life. I, for one, know that they didn’t complain. He always had time to talk, no matter what time of the day it was- and it didn’t matter what the topic was.
He was wise. He was witty. He was confident, maybe a little too confident. He was real. He was a giver. He was special. They don’t make them like him anymore…
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Keni Ribeiro 
That was a wonderful, apt description of the man you knew. You really knew him.
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Thank you! And yes, I really knew him 🙂
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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They are made one like him in more than a billion ppl. There will never be one just as him, all we can hope is to be like the man who once loved our dance.
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Haha, I forgot about that dance! Thanks for reading
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Beautifully woven. You are good
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Thank you Sarah!
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I never knew him but this is..indeed they don’t make them like him anymore
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Thanks for reading 🙂 Yes,he was special
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keni, you are very right about him. Very knowledgeable, exposed, educated and experienced. They really don’t make them like him anymore.
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True! Thanks for reading
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Aww I love this. Very beautiful piece. Glad to have have known this man, even for a little bit 🙂
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Haha..yes, he was amazing
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Love the play of words *it seemed his pot belly caught onto e jokes* 3D words… and yes they dnt make them like him anymore : ) Love piece Keni
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Thank you Paulie!
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yes…. they dont…. beautifully written. to the man who baptised me.. a life well lived… well done sis.
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Thanks Kwor!
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Lovely, Keni. How come I’m now seeing this? 😦
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Lol..please I am sorry. Glad you liked it
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Just seeing this! Such wonderful man from Pax Romana days as a student at Makrosec. May he Rest In Peace.
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Amazing.Thank God for this wonderful gift. Certainly one on a million.
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🙂
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Yes they dont make them like Him anymore… “and everyone who met him would wish he fathered them”, thats my part to it…it is well dear, we surely will meet him someday.
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🙂 amen!
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Wow! You must have missed one attribute of this man i always loved him for…he was quite the disciplinarian.
My suspicion’s been confirmed. Lovely piece “Gift of God”.
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that’s the man who confirmed and baptized me. i remember when i went to him to endorse my Legon forms, we talked about anything and everything. he was really warm hearted, and yes, the dimples! 🙂
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Yep, the dimples!!
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Beautifully written and moving. 🙂
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Thank you! It is easy to write moving things about amazing people😊
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He was indeed very special. Keep resting in peace Rev. You continue to inspire us.
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They don’t make ’em ‘ like that anymore indeed… I know men ain’t supposed to cry but her come the tearsðŸ˜
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You are allowed to cry. And yes, he was pretty awesome
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*here I meant (a little pedantic… forgive me for commenting twice) 😄
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Hmmm… Each time I met him he was never out wise words to share. He taught me a lot. One day he told me in his Osu office, “because of what your father and I do, we have no family, your family is not the one you came out the same womb with…”
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