Final letter to my husband

My Dearest DK, What words can I use to summarise a lifetime so filled with such intense happiness terminated suddenly, creating such agonising sadness as a result. I hope you know that everything I am, I am because of you and everything I have, I have because of you.

I remember when we first met more than 52 years ago and were introduced to each other by my friend and your housemate, Theresa Prempeh. I was so overwhelmed by this young ambitious timber merchant who promised to show me the world and did exactly that. Within a month of our meeting, this 17-year-old-girl who had never set foot in Accra left her grandmother’s house at Akwatialine and was on her way to London to train as an air hostess at the British Overseas Airways Corporation (BOAC). I thank you DKC, for it was your doing. I recall your words so clearly: “George, there is going to be an interview in Accra for a crew of the national airline, Ghana Airways. You are young and beautiful and I know you will be selec