In Memory of

He was greatly known for his wisdom, generosity, and kind heart. My father had always been a beloved figure in the village, and his death although necessary will still leave a huge void that could never be filled in the hearts of the villagers of Dawohoso. As the sun began to set on my father's final day. My father Komi story began with a young boy, who hailed from a humble background. My father, possessed an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a burning desire to make a difference in the world. Through hard work and determination, he built the biggest cocoa farm ever in Dawohoso hand although he wasn't a boastful person he earned the right to proclaim himself as the wealthiest in the village. My father's new status captured the attention of the village's chief Nana and his elders. Nana saw great potential in my father and took him under his wing. He mentored him, teaching him about leadership, compassion, and the importance of serving others. My father soaked up these lessons like a sponge, striving to embody the noble qualities that his chief possessed. Years passed, and my father's farm grew and he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming a respected advisor to the king of Dawohoso. Together, they worked tirelessly to improve the lives of the kingdom's citizens, providing food and aid to the poor, sick and needy which promoted fairness and equality in the village and maintained peace and order. Their collective efforts brought prosperity and happiness to many. As I continued my narrative, I remember my father always emphasized the importance of leaving behind a legacy of kindness and selflessness which he definitely lived up to his word. But why did he have to leave me like this and why now ? I wondered. He always urged his loved ones to carry on his teachings and continue making a difference in the lives of others. I will surely continue his legacy. As I carried my father's head and that monstrous beast's. Just looking at that ugly thing and remember all the harm it has cause my family killing my mother. A mother I had no memories of because of the beasts actions now I no longer have a father. My rage was buried when I reached the gates of my village and was welcomed with the grandest of welcomes and was greeted by the Chief himself who rarely left his palace due to his old age and bad health. Nana went on to say this words to me Kwame your father is a noble man, a great one indeed very few will offer themselves up to be killed. His sacrifice was for the greater good if he wasn't killed you wouldn't have been able to kill that beast. His passing left a profound impact on all who knew him, and his memory lived on in the hearts of those he had touched. Rejoice now lets celebrate the hero of Dawohoso. Despite the pain I felt, I smiled weakly at each person, who were offering words of comfort and advice. The kingdom didn't mourned the loss of their noble man, but they also celebrated his life and the lessons he had imparted. And so, the noble man's death marked not an end, but a beginning - a continuation of his legacy that would inspire countless others to follow in his footsteps and make their own stories worth narrating. As the jubilation erupted multiple livestock was slaughtered and palm wine was poured and we all rejoice for the great accomplishments which we achieved that day, i had always been known for my warm smile and gentle nature, but today my face was etched with grief but I held my head high. I had just lost my beloved father, a pillar of strength and love in my life.