Rest in peace Kwaku

This morning Clavère and I were stunned and shocked by the passing of Kwaku, Family Daniel and Auntie Judy Boamah's son. The death took unexpectedly place in Toronto, ON, Canada. Eternal peace to his soul. We are still waiting for details to know what happened. On Sunday December 25, a group of African families gathered at Valerie Boamah-Hope's house to celebrate Christmas together. We were all there between 2pm and 8pm, and we celebrated  the combined birthday of Mr. Boamah and his grandson Chwei. During our conversation I asked about Kwaku. His father said he was doing well and enjoying his new house in Toronto.  Auntie Judy was kind of upset by the silence of her son, on a day like that one. He did not call for his father's birthday nor did he call for Christmas' greetings. But nobody could guess anything worse than what we heard today. Valerie tried calling again and again, no response. One would suppose he traveled to Atlanta as he had planned. No notice from Atlanta where he could possibly be. At that time, nobody knew where to find Kwaku. The family then asked a neighbour to check at his house since all the windows and doors were hermetically locked. Kwaku was found dead yesterday night in his house. What a tragic end for such a young man! Many questions as to how or when he died still remain without answers. 

Boamah Family is very closed to ours. We knew each other through the Mamingis, as soon as we arrived in Barbados. During all this time we shared all the most important moments, celebrated Chrismas together and met at various events with other African fellows. We attended Dany's sixtieth birthday, Valérie's wedding, or Chwei's naming ceremony. They came to Clavère and Chrystelle's baptism, our birthdays, or mourned the passing of our parents. We visit each other on various occasions. Before moving to Canada for tertiary studies Kwaku finished his school here. After graduating, he got a job, bought a house. A very promising gentleman with wonderful projects and expectations! Last time I saw him, he came surprisingly to his father's birthday, nobody maybe except his sister expected to see him. Such a talented and intelligent young who could speak French so well. Last time when we spoke of him, Auntie Judy was wondering whether he would ever got married. "Please keep him in prayer." As soon as I heard the sad news of his death, I called and I got Auntie Judy: "God has given, God has taken away. All we can do is pray." My family fully shares the sorrow of the Boamahs and keeps praying for them, for God's mercy on them.

May Kwaku rest in eternal peace!