Read Barbara's full tribute below:
Tribute by wife
To my king
Hebrews 13:14 New Living Translation (NLT)
For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.
“Yo, what was for breakfast” was the last message I sent you on Monday at 9:12 am after we spoke at 6am and you said you were going to have your bath. For the first time in my life, I experienced a ripping heart on Monday night, I woke up to throw up, I had tummy issues too, I just felt sick.
Maxwell, I am standing here amongst a crowd, but not to give communication tips, not to come out with a research finding, not to talk about Kindle Ghana Foundation but to read a letter to you because you chose to go to heaven and rest.
How you pushed me to be successful. You would say things like “B, do a research, don’t let your only research be your thesis, B, when are you writing a book, B, I am waiting for you to get a good job so that my pay can relax for one year”.
I don’t regret many things my love. You wanted us to enjoy life and be happy. We always joked about poverty being a disease since it restricts people. We had plans my king, many many plans!. But when I think about you, I only smile because you are more than a piece of flesh circulating on social media. You were full of life, energy and vigour so I choose to remember you in that sense.
You would shout my name from the room when you heard a noise in the kitchen, you would say “B, are you ok? Sometimes I ignored it because I felt you ask too many ‘are you Oks’. So now, who should I be making flavoured tea and lemons for? Your morning lemons were constant and although I sometimes felt it was a nuisance, I still did it without complaining.
You said thank you to me a million times, and when you finished eating, you would say you know why women live longer than men and that when a woman cooks a good meal, her husband blesses her.
Tribute by wife
To my king
Hebrews 13:14 New Living Translation (NLT)
For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.
“Yo, what was for breakfast” was the last message I sent you on Monday at 9:12 am after we spoke at 6am and you said you were going to have your bath. For the first time in my life, I experienced a ripping heart on Monday night, I woke up to throw up, I had tummy issues too, I just felt sick.
Maxwell, I am standing here amongst a crowd, but not to give communication tips, not to come out with a research finding, not to talk about Kindle Ghana Foundation but to read a letter to you because you chose to go to heaven and rest.
How you pushed me to be successful. You would say things like “B, do a research, don’t let your only research be your thesis, B, when are you writing a book, B, I am waiting for you to get a good job so that my pay can relax for one year”.
I don’t regret many things my love. You wanted us to enjoy life and be happy. We always joked about poverty being a disease since it restricts people. We had plans my king, many many plans!. But when I think about you, I only smile because you are more than a piece of flesh circulating on social media. You were full of life, energy and vigour so I choose to remember you in that sense.
You would shout my name from the room when you heard a noise in the kitchen, you would say “B, are you ok? Sometimes I ignored it because I felt you ask too many ‘are you Oks’. So now, who should I be making flavoured tea and lemons for? Your morning lemons were constant and although I sometimes felt it was a nuisance, I still did it without complaining.
You said thank you to me a million times, and when you finished eating, you would say you know why women live longer than men and that when a woman cooks a good meal, her husband blesses her.
