Susie Eunice Tina Doku

What can I say! It hurts when one loses a love one but we look back at the memories and take consolation. I cherish the times we had together, right through and when you became ill but you fought on. I still have the time you called me at 20.20 on 3rd of Dec, 2021 and we chatted, little did I know that, it was the last to interact. Thank you, Oforiwaa, for your humour and good times we had together. Rest peacefully, dear. Forever in our hearts . BELOW IS THE LAST POST SHE SENT ME. “Hello Sis.Thanks for the Fruits melody.Hope all is well with you and the whole family.Greetings to Solomon and the family.Thanks for all your help.God Bless you all Amen”

*Sue, the name l have always called you, the friend who you accompanied to your Ernie’s office 50+ years ago; am l surprised you two became one;❓ certainly NOT‼️ because I witnessed 4 eyes oscillating right before me, no doubt Ernie gave me 2cedis(£1 sterling then) to make my way home while he gave you a lift to downtown Accra.❤️ I recall our stint working at the Duty Free Shop at the gateway of Ghana’s Airport; your well picked afro hair and those 3ins heels and your immaculate well pressed blue uniform; no doubt you were given a supervisory role; these memories all flood back amidst tears that your flight has been called by our King Jesus as Pilot; Sue, words fail me; be assured Snr & Jnr Ernies + our daughter in-law Gemma and children are always welcomed to my ‘crib’ which is ONLY a few mins away in West London; finally Sue, I will dedicate this song from your hubby to you ‘Whitney’s ‘ I will always love you’ Du3 du3 du3,rest in perfect peace Sue and remain insulated in Paradise from the pangs and pains you endured on Earth; Maggie V*

*I’ve had to post the tribute from Sue’s husband Ernest in view of not being available on the site* TRIBUTE BY HUSBAND “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies….” Proverbs 31:10-31 Biblically, she is described as being virtually impossible to find, but I was favoured and blessed by our Good Lord when He brought her to me in my office, in the Attorney General’s Department in Accra one bright sunny afternoon in 1972. On that fateful day, my cousin, MARGARET VILLARS, came to me in my office in the Prosecutions Section of the Attorney General’s Department accompanied by two colleagues with whom she was then training at the Ghana Airways Training School in Cantonments, to become the first women to work in the newly established Duty-Free shop of the Kotoka International Airport. One of the ladies, she introduced as Alice, and the other as SUSIE, and that they had finished their classes for the day, had come into town, and that she had passed by with her friends to see how I was doing. After chatting for a while, MARGARET said she was going to our home in Nyaniba-Osu whilst her friend Alice would continue to hers in La. She therefore pleaded that I drop off her friend Susie in Makola where she was going to her mother’s shop. I readily agreed, little knowing what a memorable and remarkable day it was to turn out to be for me. We later left my office at about 2:30pm and I drove into town and just as we were driving past the Electricity offices heading towards the Ghana Law School and Makola, a young boy carrying and selling an ironing board, in trying to run across the road, rather ran into the side of my car and fell down. I quickly stopped my car as I hadn’t been travelling fast. I came round to the other side of my car to see how he was, he had then been held up by other pedestrians, one of whom had even picked up and was giving him his ironing board. He was also being asked how he was and he said he was alright. Someone then pointed out to me that the boy had dented the front passenger door of my car with his ironing board when ran into it. I then said it was OK once he the boy was alright. I was about to leave when a policeman suddenly came up and said he had seen what had happen and rather thought that we should rather take the young boy to the Korle-bu Hospital to be examined in case he had sustained some internal injuries, this despite the young boy’s insistence that he was alright. So, having loaded the young boy, his ironing board and the policeman into the back of my VW 411 car, we drove off to and on getting to makola, I asked Sue to alight and go to her mother’s shop. To my surprise, she declined and said that she would rather accompany us to korle-bu so I drove to korle-bu where we took the young boy to be examined. After quite a long wait and a lot of toing and froing, the doctor who had examined the young boy finally gave him a clean bill of health, saying he was alright and had not been injured in anyway. This was then at about 7:00pm when we left korle-bu and I came and dropped the young boy off at Abossey Okai and then drove to Palladium where I dropped Sue off at almost 8:pm with profound apologies and then having dropped the policeman off at the Central Police Station in Accra and then went home to Nyaniba. Sue’s uncommonly selfless, solicitous and sacrificial concern for my plight, for a Ghanaian Woman, had so surprised and intrigued me that I just had to get to know her better. That then was the beginning of our friendship which continued even when Sue and her parents moved to Abossey Okai. I had therefore become a regular and welcome visitor to the family home sometimes driving there in a temperamental VW Beetle car that a friend had left me and which I always had to park on an incline just in case it refuses to start when I was leaving and Sue and her sisters had to help push-start me late at night. My visits to the family were enjoyable and memorable especially with all the chatting, joshing and teasing amongst Sue and her sisters, not forgetting the scalp tingling, but really enjoyable light soups of their mother! At this time Sue had quickly risen to become the Manageress of the Duty-Free shop, but greater challenges beckoned and she decided to travel to the U.K. It was a very difficult and sad separation for us, but not long afterwards I was also opportune to travel to Den Haag in the Netherlands for further studies, and I, of course transited through London on my way there and became a frequent visitor to London every holiday and or opportunity I had. Our relationship blossomed and we decided to get married so I returned to Accra and my family took the proposal to Sue’s parent and family who accepted our proposal and our customary marriage was concluded before my return to Europe. At this time Sue had become familiar with my penchant for delighting in springing surprises on her for birthdays, Easter, Christmas and or any occasion or opportunity that I got. So, our wedding was a similar surprise fashioned and engineered between me and a friend, the late JONAS COLEMAN, having both made all the arrangements, JONAS came and pretended that he needed me, Sue and a niece of his AYIKAIKOR ADAMAFIO to assist him attend a friend’s wedding because that friend had not got many people on whom he could call. So, we got dressed piled ourselves into JONAS’ car and drove off heading to the Registry Office. On our way there, I realised that as much as Sue could take surprises, more often than not, she either ended up with an upset stomach or broke down in tears. So not wanting either of this to happen in the public space of the Registry Office near Boreham Wood where JONAS lived. On our way there I asked JONAS to stop the car and we told both of them that the wedding we were going to attend was for Sue and I. having survived the shock both of them, we continued to the Registry Office and Sue and I were married. Our life together was sheer bliss and the icing on the cake was when our son ERNEST JNR, was born. Our lives were now centered around taking care of and providing the best for our son. This until it came time for us to get him into a good secondary school and we went round various schools and we ended up putting him into KING EDWARD’S in Witley-Surrey where he did not only excel but totally confounded some of his tutors who had actually expected little from him. He then went on into Manchester University. As good as our life together was it did not come without its own trials and tribulations but I cannot recall one compliant, reproach or acrimonious rancor from my dear wife. She took the rough with the smooth and was rather a constant source of encouragement and solace even throughout her time of ailment and discomfort, she had always believed that it shall be well with us by His Divine Grace and Favour. So then has it been. If this be His Will, then It Is Well, if this be the New Hand that He has dealt us then it is well. His will then be done. My QUEENIE rest in peace My ‘Efna’ fare thee well My only ‘SUE DOKU’ ever, till we meet again E MRS. SUSIE EUNICETINA TETTEHLEY AFUA DOKU YAA WƆ OJOGBAȠ YƐ NUNTSƆ IƐ DEȠ AMEN!!

Today, your birthday. You are remembered! RIP MY SISTER.

You are gone BUT NOT Forgotten rest im Pesce