Omane Boamah, a great loss

Where do I start and to whom do I turn?

Everyone else is distraught and in despair? How does such tragedy befall a man so calm and warm?

How do you leave me and the squad like this? The tears flow even when I try to compose myself.

Composure is a distant reality for me as the pain I feel cannot be expressed fully.

In a facebook post, Mr George paying his tribute to Dr Edward Omane Boamah asked:
Kofi, why? How? This is not what we agreed!

You always asked me who would take care of your Mum if anything were to ever happen to you.

What did you know that you had from me? Rita and the kids?

Who can be there for them like you? Oh why?

No one has been of greater help or support to me in my political career.

I call you Boss and you call me Bro.

You didn't just care about my politics, you cared and loved my family.

You chose the school for my kids and even ask me every term about their performance.

You were not a Colleague, you were the elder brother I didn't have.

You would call me and admonish me when you saw a social media post of mine.

Who would guide me now? You have been my compass and guiding light these past seven months since I was appointed Minister.

Preparing me for Cabinet and showing me the ropes.

Who do I turn to now? 

My faith is shaken. My belief is gone.

We are told to give thanks in all things. How can I give thanks in this?

How do I say it is well?

It is certainly not well! I have questions to ask God. Very serious questions.

How does this happen?

Kofi Omane Boamah, wake up and tell me to activate all body cameras.

Call me and say Dzata, you have done your thing again.

Just pick your call, Boss. Please!