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From the Family

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Family

Tribute from the Royal Family of Prah Agyensaim

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Some called her Adjoa Maanan , some called her Sister Maanan , while others knew her as Aunty Georgina or simply Aunty Maanan . She was the fourth daughter of the late Papa Alex Quist and the late Georgina Aikins, affectionately known as Efua Akyinba , a royal of the Aduana Pra Agyensaim Family of Assin Kushea . Aunty Maanan was therefore a proud princess of the Royal Pra Agyensaim Family, and she carried herself with the dignity and pride of her heritage throughout her life. In fact, had she not declined the opportunity when the stool became vacant many years ago, she could have ascended the stool. That was way back in the 1960s. Aunty Georgina was blessed with five children—four boys and a girl. Four of them, three boys and a girl, are still with us today. But her motherly care extended far beyond her biological children. She helped raise many children from her immediate and extended family, as well as some boys and girls from our beloved town of Kushea. To many, therefore, she was much more than an aunt or grandmother; she was a mother and caregiver. In the latter part of the 1960s, following the Aliens Compliance Order, which saw many Nigerians —popularly referred to at the time as Alata or Yoruba traders—leaving Ghana, some sold their businesses to her. Aunty Georgina seized the opportunity and took up trading seriously. She already had a strong foundation in business from her grandmother, Naana Aba Nyarkoa , and her mother, Maame Cousin , both of whom were successful traders at Obuasi Apata Kɛse . After some time, when business was no longer flourishing as it once had, she relocated to Accra and ventured into the clothing trade. Her spouse was later employed by the Ashanti Goldfields Corporation (AGC) , and the family returned to Obuasi. By then, however, her children had begun having children of their own. Aunty Georgina gradually put aside her trading activities and devoted herself to caring for her grandchildren. Her loving nature did not stop there; she also helped care for the babies and young children of neighbours. Caring for others came naturally to her. Aunty Georgina was born into the Methodist faith and remained devoted to her Christian upbringing. She was very active in the church until advancing age and declining health made it difficult for her to continue as before. She had a deep love for singing, especially hymns from the Christian Asɔre Nnwom (CAN) . Her memory for music was remarkable—she could sing countless hymns and traditional songs from memory. Singing brought her great joy and remained an important part of her life. Aunty Georgina never abandoned her family or her family responsibilities. She was present at family gatherings, funerals, get-togethers and festivals held here in Kushea. In the good old days, whenever we all gathered at the old palace, which was also the family house, Aunty Maanan was often our caterer. She made sure that everyone was well fed. The little ones especially loved being in her company. She would gather them around her, tell them stories, teach them rhymes and even give some of them English names. She had a special gift for bringing the family together. She would call to find out how you were doing, inquire about your health and encourage you to visit Kushea. She wanted us to remain connected—not only to one another, but also to our family home and heritage. In the family, I regarded her as a first-class Kusheani—a true number-one citizen of Kushea . Her love for Kushea never faded. Even when old age made travelling difficult, she was always looking for an opportunity to return home. About two years ago, an opportunity came for us to spend the Easter holidays in Kushea. She travelled from Accra to join us, and despite her age, she was full of enthusiasm. That very afternoon, we visited Sir Sam's place for lunch, and I could see how genuinely happy she was to be home. She even expressed the desire to remain in Kushea for a few more days. However, considering her health at the time, her daughter, Dr Gladys Fordjour , decided it would be better to take her back to Accra and bring her again on another occasion. Sadly, that opportunity never came. Her health continued to deteriorate, but her desire to return to Kushea remained strong. Whenever you told her you had been to Kushea, she would immediately express how much she wished she could have come with you. Aunty Maanan also loved to dance. She particularly enjoyed dancing to Kete and Adowa , as well as good old highlife music. Whenever the music played, you could see the joy it brought her. Aunty Maanan, we planned that one day you would come back to Kushea with your daughter or with anyone who could bring you home. Sadly, that day never came as we had hoped. But today, you are finally here in your beloved Kushea. This time, you will not have to return to Accra or Obuasi. You have come home to rest among your people, in the place you loved so dearly and always longed to return to. Today, with heavy hearts but with gratitude for the life you shared with us, we say goodbye. We will remember your love for the family, your kindness to children, your beautiful songs, your dancing, your generosity and, above all, your unwavering love for Kushea. Farewell, Aunty Georgina. Farewell, Aunty Maanan. Rest peacefully in your beloved Kushea. God be with you till we meet again. Now enjoy your favorite hymn and especially favorite stanza for the last time. MHB 73, Christian Asor Ndwom(CAN) 73 stanza 6 Egya bi nny Ɛ d ɔ d ɛ ɔ wo Nna bi nndwe d ɛ ɔ wo Wonnyi abotar d ɛ mbrɛ ewɔ n Emi babɔn yi ho Amen

September 5, 2026

From Children

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Children

Tribute from Children

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Tribute to Our Beloved Mother, Mama A Foundation of Faith and Wisdom We stand here today to honor our mother, whom we affectionately called Mama. She was the anchor of our lives, teaching us how to navigate the world with wisdom, caution, and faith. Mama did not just raise us; she equipped us for life. She constantly reminded us of the importance of managing our money wisely and being careful in all our choices. Above all, Mama built our home on a foundation of Christ. She taught us to read our Bibles daily and anchored our family in prayer. Her prayers were our shield, and her faith remains our guide. She lived by the words of Isaiah 66:13: "As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem." Today, we take comfort in knowing she is resting in that divine peace. Joy, Laughter, and Legacy But Mama was not just about rules and discipline; she was the absolute life of our home. We will deeply miss her vibrant spirit and the joy she brought into our rooms. Mama loved to gather us around, share the latest family gossip, and generate endless laughter. Those light-hearted moments brought us closer together and showed us that life, despite its challenges, is meant to be enjoyed. She was a devoted mother to Kojo, Mensah, Nana Yaw, and Esi. We also take comfort in knowing that she has now reunited in glory with her beloved son, Effah, whose soul continues to rest in perfect peace. Our Final Farewell Mama, thank you for your sacrifices, your endless prayers, and the joy you gave us. We promise to keep reading our Bibles, praying, and staying close as a family. We will hold your lessons in our hearts forever. Rest in perfect peace, Mama. You will always be loved by your children.

August 17, 2026

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Dr Gladys Fordjour

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Tribute from Daughter

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Tribute to My Beloved Mother Obaapanyin Princess Georgina Quist (Aunty Maanan) 1939 – 2026 “Her children arise and call her blessed…” — Proverbs 31:28 Today, I stand before you with a heart that is broken, yet overflowing with gratitude for the extraordinary privilege of being the only daughter of an exceptional woman—Mama, Obaapanyin Princess Georgina Quist, affectionately known to everyone as Aunty Maanan . On 19th July 2026, at the age of 87, my mother peacefully answered God’s call home. While we mourn her passing, we also celebrate a life that was rich in love, faith, sacrifice, and service. Being an only daughter and living together for more than twenty years meant that my relationship with Mama was special. She was not only my mother; she was my friend, my confidante, my greatest cheerleader, my teacher. She truly pampered me. Some of my earliest memories are of her reading novels, Jane Eyre, The Count of Monte Cristo among others, with us and getting us to spend our vacation days in the Osu children’s library reading. Growing up, I watched her quietly put the needs of others before her own. She gave generously, often without expecting anything in return. Our home was always open to family, friends, neighbors, and strangers. She loved to cook and would be found behind the cooking pots. At family gatherings all the children were always assured of getting meals outside of regular meal times or extra food. Mama, my friends and classmates still talk about your jollof and palm nut soup. Looking back now, I realize that she was teaching me one of life’s greatest lessons—that true greatness is found in serving others. As I grew older, our relationship evolved into one of friendship too. She called me Sister and that’s what we became. She celebrated every milestone in my life with genuine pride. Whatever I have accomplished has been built partly upon her prayers and her support. During my residency she would stay up with me until I finished learning , preparing for any exam or presentation I had coming up. She prayed for me constantly through challenges and rejoiced in every achievement as though it were her own, celebrating with dancing which she loved. She loved watching the premier league games supporting teams the boys supported, her favorite player being Haaland even though none of them support Man City. She loved my in-laws and revered Eric, her only son in law who also took care of her over the years. Threatening to report her to him would immediately stop any rebellious tendencies she had against anything and against attending hospital which she disliked. To the very the last minute she was grateful and kept asking to send thanks to her doctors— Neurologist, endocrinologist, ophthalmologist, General and orthopedic surgeons who managed her through heart failure, diabetes, hypertension for more than twenty years and recently a fracture. Above all, Mama loved The Lord. Her faith was simple, unwavering, genuine and always shared. Early on she taught my boys to recite bible verses as they got ready for school, obeying Proverbs 22:6. She trusted Him through seasons of abundance and through times of difficulty. She taught me that prayer changes things and that God’s timing is always perfect. Even in her later years, she remained steadfast in her faith, listening to sermons on Methodist tv, singing hymns with Aunty Adwoa Adabi, Aunty Stella and Aunty Naana Fordjuor. Mama, Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I will miss your voice calling my name, your wise counsel, your warm smile, and the reassuring knowledge that you were only a few meters away. Yet even in my grief, I find comfort in knowing that you lived well, loved well, and finished your race with dignity and grace. I am comforted by the promise that those who trust in the Lord shall live with Him forever so this goodbye is only temporary. Mama, your work here is done. Your race is finished. Your crown awaits you. Until we meet again in the presence of our Lord, I will love you always, miss you deeply, and thank God every day that I had the blessing of calling you my mother. Rest well, Mama. Forever your loving daughter, Esi

August 28, 2026

From Grandchildren

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Grandchildren

Grandchildren

Tribute from Grandchildren

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Dear Grandma, our beloved Auntie Maanan, Today, we stand with heavy hearts, but also with deep gratitude, as we remember and celebrate the life of a woman who meant so much to all of us. It is difficult to find words that can truly express everything you meant to us, your grandchildren. We will always remember the days at PTP and Estate when our parents were at work and you lovingly took care of us. With you, we felt safe and at home. We remember the delicious meals you prepared for us, the smile on your face whenever you saw us coming, and the warm hugs with which you welcomed us. We remember your stories and how patiently you answered our endless questions about the past. Through those stories, you helped us understand our family, our history and where we came from. We will also remember your advice, your prayers, your hymns, your laughter and the many simple moments we shared with you. You watched us grow from little children into the people we are today. You saw our strengths and weaknesses, our struggles and achievements, and through it all, you continued to love and encourage us. When we were younger, we thought you would always be there. We believed there would always be another visit, another meal, another story and another conversation. Today, we realise just how precious those ordinary moments were. They have now become memories that we will treasure for the rest of our lives. Auntie Maanan, you gave us memories that death cannot take away. Your greatest legacy is not in the things you left behind, but in the people whose lives you touched and helped to shape. Your legacy lives in your children, in us your grandchildren, in your great- grandchildren, and in the generations that will come after us. Your kindness, strength, sacrifices and the values you taught us will continue to live through our family. Although our hearts are filled with sadness, we are grateful to God for the privilege of having you as our grandmother and for allowing us to experience your love and care for so many years. There is so much we wish we could say to you today. We wish we could have one more conversation, hear one more story, share one more laugh, receive one more hug, and have one more opportunity to tell you, “Auntie Maanan, we love you.” So today, we do not only mourn your passing; we also celebrate your life, your love, and the blessing of having called you our grandmother. Auntie Maanan, thank you for loving us. Thank you for caring for us. Thank you for the meals, the hugs, the stories, the prayers and the many sacrifices you made for us. Above all, thank you for simply being our grandmother. We may never truly be ready to say goodbye, but today we release you with love and gratitude. Rest peacefully, our beloved Auntie Maanan. You were loved. You are loved. And you will always be remembered. Until we meet again, Grandma. Rest well.

September 3, 2026

Friend and Sister

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STELLA LUCY ADOMAH (MRS)

Friend

TRIBUTE BY STELLA LUCY ADOMAH (MRS)

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So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Psalm 90/12 Princess Georgina, a dear friend of mine, was a loving and caring mother who worked very hard to ensure all her children attained responsible positions in life. I loved and admired her because of her great love for God, love for her grandchildren and her open handedness. She was a great lover of Music and would always sing praises to God. As a staunch Methodist and a lover of Methodist hymns, with the introduction of Wesleyan T.V, she was almost always glued to that Channel and advised me to do same. Whenever I visited her, she would give me a copy of the C.A.N. to join her to sing. Before she became ill, she sometimes invited me for funerals and other programs at her hometown, Assin Kushea, the neatest town in Ghana. This created a beautiful opportunity for us to sing hymns, praises and choruses throughout the journeys. Princess Georgina was the only friend I had and she was more than a sister to me. She always wanted me in her company, but old age, with its accompanying problems, coupled with the question of distance from the Akuapem hills, could not make it possible. On my 85th Birthday, she sent me a huge parcel and a fat envelope and added that she was happy for me and wished she could join me in my celebration. A week later, she passed on. Her demise was a great blow to my family. It took my son a whole week of planning how to break the news to me. It pained me greatly that I could not find time to show my appreciation and gratitude to her. Who am I to question God? He knows what is right and has called her home to rest from her labours. Renew our faith in Thee O Lord That when at last we cross the flood We’ll meet amidst thy Saints above Dear ones we no more see but love. Princess Georgina, Adwoa Maanan, mo dɔfo pa, obaatan pa, Nyame Dɔfo, Meda wo ase. Da yie, Da yie, Nyame mfa wo nsie. AMEN

September 7, 2026