Adwoa Okorewaa : Wellspring of A Matriach
A Legacy of Resilience, Love, Faith, and Wisdom.
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My Beloved Grandma, A year has passed, yet the void you left has never shrunk; it has lived with us, breathing into each day. Exactly a year ago, you took your bow from this stage of life, but your work, your labour of love, has blossomed into fruit, and I stand as a living testament.…
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Beneath the quiet of the heavens, my grandmother rests,The towering odum has fallen—its majesty still lingers.Deep roots entwined with earth’s history,Her branches stretch across realms, offering solace in the unknown. My grandmother lies down to sleep,A celestial being has returned home.Her life was a hymn of peace and harmony,Her gentle voice a psalm of grace,Her…
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In my generation, childhood wasn’t just a period of growth; it was a time of deliberate shaping. The goal of nurturing was to shape children into self-sufficient, morally upright, and useful citizens. Success, in this sense, was measured not only by career milestones or household income, but by the ability to raise responsible citizens, cultivate…
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Some stories are more than just memories; they are testaments to a legacy that shapes who we are. Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on my family’s journey, especially on the resilience, hope, and unwavering belief in people that defined them. It’s a powerful legacy, and today, I want to share a story that is at…
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My grandmother, my muse and my anchor, lived a beautiful, rich 92 years. Now that she’s gone, every memory of her shines brighter, especially those tied to the simplest, yet most profound, acts of her love. One of these acts centered on my childhood struggle with food—a pickiness that often led to punishment and loneliness…
Adwoa Okorewaa : Wellspring of A Matriach 