Memorials from the Kudoboard
Messages left in loving memory of Dada Last
Dada Last, grandpa, the man with the big smile and happy face. The Lord’s chosen hand. We will always miss you and the vacuum you have left, of which none can replace. May you journey well to your maker. He is waiting with a big open hand and joy, as He welcomes his beloved devotee and disciple home.
Ivy Eva, the name you gave me when I was barely ten years. Your willpower, frankness, boldness, courage among others has been my inspiration. Words cannot describe the love and bond we shared.
Your loving memories will forever remain in my heart, my own DADA LAST. Rest well.
To my former Regional Director of the Electricity Company of Ghana, Accra West region, I owe a big part of who I am today to you. In the mid-nineties you nominated me to travel outside the country on a training program despite the abundance of more qualified Engineers. This was my first trip outside the country.
I was naive as a young Engineer, but you showed me there is a bigger world out there. Also, on the very day I was leaving for the program, you sent a driver with a minibus to pick me, my family and close associates from my residence to the airport. I was thrilled by that show of love and support and by many other memories.
Thank you for the opportunity to have worked with you and I will forever be grateful. Sleep well till we meet again.
A Tribute to Our Beloved Uncle
We say goodbye to a truly special man, Wofa David, Dada Last, as we fondly called him.
Wofa was a deeply kind, loyal, and dependable soul. No matter the time or the circumstance, you could always count on him to show up — and just knowing he was there brought us comfort, strength, and peace.
What we will remember most is the way he showed his love — not through his words, but through his actions, his presence, and his steady care. That kind of love is a rare gift, one that will stay with us forever.
He was also a man of strong principles and unwavering integrity, a straight talker who always spoke the truth. With him, you never had to wonder where you stood. His honesty could be direct at times, but it always came from a place of deep care and a sincere desire for the best for those he loved.
We will miss your voice, your wisdom, your honesty, and the warmth of your presence. Yet we are endlessly grateful for the memories you leave behind and for the blessing of having had you in our lives.
Wofa, thank you for always showing up, for being someone we could lean on, and for loving so freely and so fully. You showed up for us in life, and we will carry your memory with us for the rest of ours.
Rest peacefully in the arms of your Maker, dear Wofa David. You will always be loved, deeply missed, and never forgotten.
From your Nephews and Nieces.
Wofa David was not just an uncle. He was a father and the head of the family, the one we all ran to when we needed advice, when we needed strength, when we needed a laugh.
He was a man who loved deeply and lived honestly. He gave without expecting anything back. He corrected us with love, he taught us with patience, and he protected us like his own children.
If you knew Wofa David, you knew a man of respect and great heart. His house was always open. His hands were always ready to help. His words were always straight and full of wisdom. Wofa, you have finished your work on earth. You fought a good fight. You left us with lessons that will never die, and with memories we will hold forever.
It is hard to say goodbye, but we take comfort knowing you are resting with the Lord.
Wofa David, we love you. We will miss you every day. Your legacy will live on through us.
Rest in perfect peace, Wofa.
Tribute to a Remarkable Man
Mr. Boa Essilfie. Dada Last — that is the name I came to know you by and the name I fondly called you.
From the very first time we met at your home in Tema, with Maame Fosua, you welcomed me so warmly and embraced me as part of your family. You had a kind and gentle soul, and your generosity extended far beyond your immediate family. You had a beautiful way of making people feel accepted, valued, and loved.
I always admired the way you gave advice and shared your honest opinions so openly and directly, yet you were also a wonderful listener. Whenever we met and talked, I cherished those moments and the wisdom, warmth, and laughter you shared.
Your passing has left a deep emptiness, and you will be missed more than words can express.
But I will hold tightly to the beautiful memories we created and the special moments we shared. Those memories will remain forever in my heart and will ensure that you are never forgotten.
Thank you, Dada Last, for welcoming me, for your kindness, your wisdom, your generosity, and for making me feel like family.
Rest peacefully, Dada Last. You may be gone from our sight, but you will forever remain in our hearts.
In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Uncle Grandpa
On behalf of the Millet family, we would like to express just how deeply we loved, cherished, and will miss our beloved Uncle.
He was a truly special person, and we feel incredibly fortunate to have shared so many memories with him. We will always remember his wonderful sense of humour, his quick wit, and the way he could make us laugh with just a few words. He had a no-nonsense view of life and a wonderfully straightforward way of telling it as it was — qualities that made him uniquely himself and so memorable to all of us.
Although we are heartbroken that he is no longer with us, we are grateful for the love, laughter, wisdom, and memories he leaves behind. His presence in our family was a gift, and his memory will remain in our hearts.
We also want to thank him for giving us three beautiful and wonderful cousins — Papa, Abena, and Adwoa. Through them, a part of his love, character, and spirit will continue to live on.
Uncle Grandpa, we love you, we will miss you dearly, and we will forever cherish the memories we have of you. Thank you for being you, for the laughter you brought into our lives, and for the lasting mark you have left on our family.
May you rest peacefully. You will never be forgotten.
With all our love.
We say goodbye to a truly special man, Wofa David, aka Dada Last, as we fondly called you. Wofa was a firmly dependable, kind, loyal man. You could always count on him to show up, no matter the circumstance. Just knowing that you were there brought comfort and strength.
From the many trips to the French Embassy to help secure a visa, you showed up. From the airport pickups to the drop-offs whenever I returned to Ghana with my young family, you showed up. You welcomed us with such warmth and made us feel so completely at home that, sometimes, it was a struggle to get the girls to leave!
Among the many precious memories I have, including the trips to different places of interest, one that I will always treasure is the way you would suddenly start whistling a tune from one of the hymns. I would join in, singing along, and before long, the house would be filled with the beautiful sound of Methodist hymns. These simple moments captured so much of who you were, and they are memories I will cherish forever.
It was in these simple, everyday moments that your love was so often felt. You did not always express it through grand words, but through your actions, your presence, and your steady care. You had a quiet way of letting us know that we mattered and that you would always be there when we needed you. That kind of love is a rare gift, and it is one I will carry with me forever.
That same sense of care was reflected in the way you lived your life. You were a man of strong principles and untiring integrity — a straight talker who always spoke his truth. With you, we never had to wonder where we stood. This is a trait I admired in you.
We are heartbroken today because we will miss your voice, your wisdom, your laughter, and the warmth of your presence. Yet, alongside the sadness, we are eternally grateful for the memories you leave behind and for the blessing of having had you in our lives.
Wofa, thank you for always showing up. Thank you for being someone we could lean on, someone we could trust, and someone whose love was expressed so freely and so fully through everything you did.
Your work is done, and your legacy lives on!
Rest peacefully in the arms of your maker. Till we meet again, farewell dear Dada Last / Wofa David. You will always be loved, deeply missed, and never forgotten.
Dada Last, as we all fondly called you,
One of the greatest honours of my life was that you personally named me, your granddaughter, and gave me the name Ivy Eva. That name is one I will carry with pride for the rest of my life because it came from you, with love.
I will forever cherish the beautiful memories we shared. I will always remember how you came to visit me when I first went to boarding school, at a time when everything felt new and uncertain. Your presence brought me comfort and reminded me that I was never alone. I also remember how you made the effort to visit me when I relocated to Ghana. Although I was just one of your many grandchildren, you always made me feel seen, loved, and important.
Whenever we knew you were coming, everyone made sure the house was spotless because you simply couldn’t stand disorganization. Looking back now, those moments make me smile. They reflected the discipline, order, and values you lived by and passed on to us.
You touched so many lives, and I am grateful that I was privileged to experience your love firsthand. You lived life to the fullest and left behind a legacy that will continue to inspire generations.
When I heard of your passing, I couldn’t cry, and I couldn’t even speak. I was completely dumbfounded. But as I reflect on your life, I find comfort in knowing that you lived a good life — one filled with purpose, love, and impact.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” — Matthew 5:4
Thank you, Dada Last, for naming me, for loving me, and for the beautiful memories that I will cherish forever. Your legacy will live on in all of us.
May the good Lord keep you in His bosom, grant you eternal rest, and reward you for the wonderful life you lived.
Rest peacefully, Dada Last. You will forever remain in my heart.
Dada Last, the last of our grandfathers. A man with a gentle heart and a gentle soul. I have fond memories of spending weekends with you in Tema, trips to various interesting places that included my first ever trip to the Eastern regions of Ghana.
You have always been more than a grandfather to all of us, guiding and mentoring us through our various life paths and choices.
You were a pillar of strength, warmth and quiet wisdom. Your gentle laughter and steady hands left a mark on everyone you met. Everyone that I know who has met you testifies to this.
Though you are gone, your love will remain the foundation of our family and we will carry your memory in our hearts forever.
Da yie, Dada Last. May you rest in perfect peace.
My “Uncle Grandpa” — a title I gave in my innocence as a child when we first met in Ghana, as he was the youngest brother of my Grandma. Like many of the terms I come up with, this one stuck, and that is simply how he has always been known to me.
He was an absolutely no-nonsense kind of man, reprimanding me for my lack of enthusiasm for learning my native language, Twi. As I argued (very me!) why it was so difficult, he countered (very him!), helping me to understand the importance of my lineage and taking pride in my heritage. He did so with kindness and love at the core, and to this day that exchange has very much stayed with me.
He was kind, friendly, loving, headstrong, firm and fair. I always enjoyed listening to him speak and hearing the words of wisdom he had to impart. He was someone you listened to.
Truly one of the greats, and a huge loss to our family. I thank God for his life, his legacy and everything he was able to teach and leave with us. I pray he is welcomed joyfully into heaven, reunited with Grandma and all those who went before him. Until we meet again, Uncle Grandpa. By then, surely, I’ll be able to converse with you in Twi.
With love.
Tribute to Mr David Boa Essilfie and His Children
He may not have possessed great material wealth, but he gave his children something far more valuable: love, care, and a sound education.
An electrical engineer with international exposure, he did not measure his worth by what he owned or by what the world could see. He expressed his strength through discipline, sacrifice, and unwavering devotion to his family. Day after day, he gave what he could, often placing his children’s needs before his own. He invested in their future through the knowledge he helped them gain and the values he quietly lived before them.
His lessons were not always spoken. They were found in his perseverance, his sense of responsibility, and the steady way he carried life’s burdens without complaint. From him, his children learned humility, dignity, compassion, and quiet determination. They became who they are, in part, because he gave them the courage and foundation to rise above their circumstances.
Then came the season when he fell seriously ill. The man who had once been their source of strength now needed strength himself. His illness brought vulnerability, uncertainty, and days that must have been difficult for them all. Yet his children did not abandon him. They stood beside him, just as he had stood beside them throughout their lives.
Without seeking recognition, they ensured that he received the best healthcare available. They cared for him with compassion, patience, tenderness, and steadfast devotion. They attended to his needs, comforted him through pain, protected his dignity, and remained present when the days were long and the future uncertain. Their love was not expressed merely in words, but in every visit, every sacrifice, every decision, and every quiet act of care.
For a man who had spent his life giving, their devotion must have been a profound comfort. In his weakness, they reminded him that none of his sacrifices had been forgotten. The education he had provided, the values he had modeled, and the love he had poured into them had taken root. Now, when he could no longer carry himself as he once had, they carried him.
Their care reflected the principles by which he had lived: sincerity, responsibility, humility, and love expressed through action. He may not have left them great wealth, but he gave them a foundation that shaped their lives and a legacy that could never be measured in material terms.
When his strength failed, his children became his strength. And in caring for him, they revealed the deepest measure of what he had given them: not only successful lives, but hearts capable of gratitude, loyalty, and love.
That is his enduring legacy — a life of quiet sacrifice returned through the devoted love of his children. Observing from afar, yet very near — Rukmini.
Tribute to a Beloved Grandpa
Grandpa, as I affectionately called him, was my dad’s uncle and, in the Akan tradition, that made him my grandfather. But to me, he was much more than a grandfather by tradition — he was my friend, mentor and trusted advisor.
His wisdom was a compass, his friendship a precious gift, and his presence a constant source of strength, comfort, and reassurance. He had a remarkable ability to make you feel valued, heard, and understood.
One of the traditions I will forever cherish was how we always looked forward to 1st January — not simply because it marked the beginning of a new year, but because it was an opportunity to visit Grandpa and celebrate his birthday with him. It became a special occasion that we anticipated with excitement. Being with him on that day, sharing laughter, exchanging good wishes, and celebrating another year of his life created memories that will remain precious to me. Those January visits were more than birthdays; they were moments of family, love, togetherness, and gratitude for the gift of his life.
I will particularly cherish the playful moments we shared whenever we discussed the game of tennis versus golf. Those conversations were often filled with friendly banter, laughter, differing opinions, and the occasional attempt to prove which game was better. These moments revealed another beautiful side of Grandpa — his youthful spirit, humour, passion for sport, and his ability to connect effortlessly with those around him.
He was affable, human at heart, and a rallying point for the extended family, and was deeply respected and admired — a testament to the warmth, dignity, humility, and character he carried throughout his life. He had a remarkable way of earning respect without demanding it, offering guidance without imposing it, and showing love without seeking recognition.
One of the memories I will always cherish was his surprise visit to Tarkwa to check on us after our wedding. That simple but thoughtful gesture spoke volumes about the kind of man he was. He cared deeply, and he expressed that care not merely through words, but through his presence and thoughtful actions. It was his way of saying, without saying much, “I am here for you.”
As the saying goes, “A great man leaves a legacy that continues to live in the hearts of those he touched.” Grandpa has certainly left such a legacy. His lessons, counsel, kindness, humour, and countless memories will continue to guide and inspire us.
Though we mourn his passing, we are deeply grateful for the privilege of having known, loved, and shared precious moments with him. His departure leaves a void that words cannot fully express, but his legacy gives us comfort and reminds us that a life well lived never truly ends.
“Those we love don’t go away; they walk beside us every day.”
Rest peacefully, Grandpa. Your friendship, wisdom, love, laughter, and the memories we created together — especially those cherished 1st January birthday celebrations and your thoughtful visit to Tarkwa after our wedding — will remain in our hearts always.
Damirifa due, due ne amanehunu!