TRIBUTE TO MAMA TEE

ISAAC TIMOTHY AZAH (Azah Tee)

ISAAC TIMOTHY AZAH (Azah Tee)

When Geta & Ken invited me to spend an Easter holiday with them in April 2007, I was overexcited. I took up the offer & flew to Accra. I stayed with them. The very next day, Kenny told me we were going somewhere in the hinterland for an event of paragliding. My question to both Kenny & Geta was, "who's we?" I had no plan of jumping/gliding nor watching. They left after a futile attempt to convince me to come along.In the afternoon, I went to play a game of soccer with friends. I got back after midday & heard a voice in the living room. I popped my head around the corner & there sat Ambassador Therese Scott."Good afternoon," said I. "Good afternoon," she responded and told me she had heard Ken & Geta were hosting an august classmate & friend. Me? August? That means respected & impressive?! Oh, then I became tongue tied. Quickly, I remembered I was sweating buckets. So, I made an excuse & went to shower.She asked if I wanted something to eat. I politely said, no thanks. I had become impressive. That was Ambassador Scott. She made me feel at ease & we chatted for hours.We talked about common friends, not that I moved in her circle of friends. We mentioned the former British MP Boateng but couldn't remember his first name. I taught her, if we go through the alphabets, we will come to his name. We started at "a", he wasn't Albert, " b" not Bernard... till we got to "p". Paul Boateng, we both screamed & laughed. She enjoyed it & promised to use that strategy next time.She was a true lady. I looked forward to seeing her whenever she was in London or I visited Accra.Mama Tee, we will miss you sorely.ISAAC TIMOTHY AZAH (Azah Tee)

When Geta & Ken invited me to spend an Easter holiday with them in April 2007, I was overexcited. I took up the offer & flew to Accra. I stayed with them. The very next day, Kenny told me we were going somewhere in the hinterland for an event of paragliding. My question to both Kenny & Geta was, "who's we?" I had no plan of jumping/gliding nor watching. They left after a futile attempt to convince me to come along.

 

In the afternoon, I went to play a game of soccer with friends. I got back after midday & heard a voice in the living room. I popped my head around the corner & there sat Ambassador Therese Scott. "Good afternoon," said I. "Good afternoon," she responded, and told me she had heard Ken & Geta were hosting an august classmate & friend. Me? August? That means respected & impressive?! Oh, then I became tongue tied. Quickly, I remembered I was sweating buckets. So, I made an excuse & went to shower.

 

She asked if I wanted something to eat. I politely said, no thanks. I had become impressive. That was Ambassador Scott. She made me feel at ease & we chatted for hours.

 

We talked about common friends, not that I moved in her circle of friends. We mentioned the former British MP Boateng but couldn't remember his first name. I taught her, if we go through the alphabets, we will come to his name. We started at "a", he wasn't Albert, " b" not Bernard... till we got to "p". Paul Boateng, we both screamed & laughed. She enjoyed it & promised to use that strategy next time.

 

She was a true lady. I looked forward to seeing her whenever she was in London or I visited Accra.

 

Mama Tee, we will miss you sorely.