The Ghanaian Creative Arts Industry has been struck with the news of the sudden demise of a legal and creative stalwart, Cynthia Quarcoo Esq.
Affectionately called Mama Cee, she was a mother to a tall list of individuals not just in Ghana but across the world.
Following the passing of such an Angel, Ghanaian writer Kwame Agyemang Berko has penned a befitting tribute to the late Cynthia Quarcoo Esq.
Read the tribute below.
Mama Cee, In Our Lives, You Multiplied!
In scripture, the Prophet Isaiah once intoned “When the time is right I, the Lord will make it happen.”
But, but, no hold on. WHAT THE EFFF HAS JUST HAPPENED to Mama Cee?
We all are inching towards our fatal destinations.
Some take baby steps. Others, they leap. A vast majority, are shoved off the ledge of life.
A handful though, they do not measure their strides. Not that they do not care.
They just live.
No.
She DID NOT JUST LIVE.
And whilst at it, she tingled her supersonic progress in law, life and arts with value and quality in spite of her being a mortal.
Oh, and she did spread the bread.
Cynthia Q Esq should not have died. She was the only one a WHOLE industry could afford. Our industry.
She was the ONLY one who bothered to look our way.
In spite of her stature, she always picked up the phone. . . Her children, damn!
Her vocation was such that the principle of the Beam Balance scale, wafted even further when engaging mere mortals.
She was always fair in spite of class. I once from my farm, clad in an attire visibly coloured with sweat and foliage.
That was the day she even sat me in her newly secured and plush office in Labone. . . She was beyond the cosmetics and never gave a hint of prejudice or vanity.
That her journey has ended abruptly, is quality and class with a lot of humility upended.
But like Malema said in tribute to Winnie Mandela, “Queens NEVER die. They multiply.”
For all of our sakes, I pray she finds her earned rest and fares well in the hereafter.
NY, you were close. I know.
And I was jealous. And she knew.
She lent me support in land banking and when I had domestic issues that required tact and motherly wisdom. . . And now her rest commences in an unfamiliar realm!
Hamba khale Mama Cee.
You was always about service to your God and country.
But again, this same Isaiah, he promised a prophecy
“I am the Lord. In its time, I will hasten it.”
We are massively bereaved Jehovah, and to whom do we reach out to, when we stray?
As we weep, as the tears trickle down unabated through the contours of our nostrils and unto our tongues, as we snuffle snot to pause our wails, as pray once again, do not hasten our recovery.
Let us be Sir.
For this which you gave and has taketh, we want to be left alone and cry some more. . .
Tueh!
Source – nydjlive.com
