In the quiet shadow of grief, where words often falter and memories rise like incense, a sisterhood from decades past returned—not with noise, but with warmth. Hon. Abla Dzifa Gomashie, Minister for Tourism, Culture and Creative Arts, stood beneath the heavy skies of mourning, having lost her beloved father, Patrick Dotse Gomashie. And there, through the gates of sorrow, walked her classmates from St Louis Secondary School, Kumasi—carrying not just condolences, but the echo of shared laughter, whispered prayers, and decades-old bonds that time could not erase.
They came not as politicians or professionals, but as “Louisians,” united by memory and womanhood. They sat, they stood, they wept gently. And in their quiet presence, the Minister found a gentle balm. “To those who managed to come,” she said with deep emotion, “I do not take it for granted.” Her voice, though tempered by loss, held steady gratitude as she acknowledged those who rallied the alumni groups and year associations that made the gathering possible: “THANK YOU.”
But perhaps the most powerful sentiment came in her closing words: “Thank you all for always keeping the wheels of friendship oiled.” Because in seasons of sorrow, it’s not power or policy that carries us—it is the simple grace of those who remember our roots and return to remind us we are never alone.
Final funeral details, when ready, will be shared with the extended family of friends who continue to show up—not just for ceremonies, but for each other.
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