On Sunday October 17th 1982, Mrs. Felicia Asante gave birth to Hazel Kwasi Afriyie Asante who was named after his paternal grandfather Rev. Edward Hazel Kwasi Asare Afriyie of blessed memory.
I am Mr. Edward Victor Asante – the father. Kwasi is my second son. He related very well with the family. Very calm but contributed effectively to the growth of the family. Our dreams, the future of his siblings have all been shattered. He was the backbone of many in terms of education. Why must I bury the shoulder on which I lean while I’m alive? Oh death!!! I’m 60 years and he was just 33. I’m broken. Oh God!!!
And I’m 54 years and the mother of Kwasi. My son was calm. Hardly do you see Kwasi unless he is set for work. I sometimes beghim to even eat. His demeanor, his character surpass all. I’m weak. It’s not been easy for me these few days. Awwww death, you are so cruel. You have pinched me where it hurts most. Death has stolen my precious jewel. The only food for my survival has been denied me by the cruel icy hand of death. I’m pained. Somebody help me for sadness runs through my veins and soul. Oh Felicia Asante, of what use am I on earth when my care taker is gone? Kwasi you should be the one to bury me. My strength is gone. The pain of a mother losing the son.
A friend once invited me to church 10 years ago and I met my husband. We were friends for over six years before he made his intentions clear and I accepted the proposal. He has been my best friend, my confidant, my adviser and my life. There is no other word to describe my husband Kwasi Haizel. He was only some months older than me and as such could play with him as a brother, mate and friend. My husband dreamt of being a philanthropist in future. I could tease him on his aspirations because he was a cheerful giver. He never hid anything from me.
My husband was very emotional and sometimes I had to hide certain issues from him to avoid causing him any emotional trauma, yet he tells me everything about him including work issues. Kwasi was my entertainer. He loved to dance and sing before me. He would always rehearse before me if he was to ‘MC’ a program. It was all joy on his birthday 17th October yet few days after, the unfortunate started.
What started as stress, generated into headache and whisked my better half away. I remember the last hour when I was feeding my husband,he couldn’t open his mouth. I still had hope. I prayed to God for deliverance. Kwasi why didn’t you tell me you were leaving for good? Kayleb is too young not to enjoy your warmth. Sleep has eluded me. Food has been a taboo. Tears have now replaced my husband. My once joyous face is now decorated with sadness. Kwasi why would you marry me and leave me in less than two years? Kwasi I can’t handle this pain. Baby I can’t live with this trauma.“I miss him so much now, really it is like a part of me has gone. I feel like I might wake up and say to him ‘Kay I just had the craziest dream about you’.
Take back that sad word goodbye. Bring back the joy to my life. Don’t leave me here with these tears. Come and kiss this pain away. I can’t forget the day you left, time is so unkind. And life is so cruel without you here beside me. Kwasi is gone just like that without telling me a word.
Hazel KwesiAsare Afriyie Asante you told me this sickness shall pass yet it never did. My love, my world, my blood, Damirifa!!! Kwasi Nante Yie!!!
By: Maame Broni/Kasapafmonline.com/Ghana