Wednesday, 24 January 2018
A widow in my prime: My Maxwell is gone

A widow in my prime: My Maxwell is gone

 Lorrencia NKRUMAH, a journalist with Citi FM, puts herself in the shoes of the wife of the murdered Captain Maxwell Adams Mahama and writes the following tribute in his memory.

I STILL haven’t been able to utter a word still my beloved husband was brutally taken away from me.
Images of his humiliating death haunt me when I close my eyes - I want to believe it’s all a dream. But no, no, my Maxwell is gone…gone forever, all because of some people’s selfish desires.
I hear him calling - Barbara! Help! I feel every hit, slap, and kick. I hear him groaning and begging for them to spare his life for the sake of our baby boys but no, no one seems to hear him. He looks around the crowd to see if one of them will at least, for the sake of humanity, step forward and say, enough! But no, no one comes around; instead they take pictures and videos which will later torment my family for a long time to come.
He begs to see my face for one last time but his executioners will hear none of that and with one last hit, they end the life of a wonderful man after my heart. Now I am a widow in my prime.
Here was a man with whom I have two children and we swore to be there for each other till God himself called either of us home but, unfortunately, the wicked heart of man cut short my darling’s life in just a few minutes.
Maxwell was a devoted soldier in the Ghana Army, an intelligent man, who due to his security consciousness, devoted most of his time to helping in the army and the country as a whole. It was on one of such assignments that led him to Denkyira-Buasi where he spent about three weeks prior to his gruesome murder.
Oh Lord, why do good people die young? He was just 31!
Who will take care of my sons? What do I tell them when they ask of their father? Who will be my best friend? Ahhh death, cruel death, you have, indeed, robbed me of my darling husband. People now address me by the name ‘Kunafo’, a widow in my prime.
We promised to be by each other, grow old and see our boys grow, get married, and even be our grandchildren. Alas, some people took the law into their own hands and decided he must go so quickly and so suddenly without even saying farewell.
Now I am home, receiving visits from people, high and low. Oh Maxwell, how I wish you will just appear to end this terrible nightmare. Oh no, my dear captain!
I cannot bring you back to life, my love, but I am comforted by the words in Deuteronomy 32:35 that says Vengeance belongs to the Lord.
I find comfort that in all things we are more than conquerors, I believe the words of Jeremiah 49:11 that God will preserve my fatherless children as I keep my trust in Him.
Today, I mourn my beloved husband, who died at the hands of some ‘strange’ people at Denkyira and I shudder to think that it really happened.
How fast we defame people in our day-to-day endeavours, join in beating petty thieves while the real criminals walk free. We fail, so many times, to put our facts together before taking actions that eventually lead to more hurt and pain. How cruel!
Our country is in a mess; law and order seem to have given way to gross indiscipline all because we claim the police does not punish criminals enough and so we take the law into our hands and kill innocent people. I don’t believe my husband is the first to have been mistakenly and so cruelly sent to his grave. As a matter of fact, there are so many ‘Maxwell Mahamas’ who have been sent early to their graves one way or the other.
It’s about time we, as a nation, initiated action against the increased gross indiscipline that has engulfed our land; the laws must work without fear or favour. It is not enough to pride ourselves in organising peaceful elections when we go about engaging in barbaric and horrendous acts like things what has cost me my beloved husband and made me a widow in my prime.
I have lost my Maxwell to misjudgement and hypocrisy but his death should not be in vain!
It is too late for him and the many victims, who have joined the ancestors before him, but we must fight to ensure their deaths are not in vain. Their deaths should lead to a new age where we adhere to rules and regulations in this country. Truth is a nation where indiscipline is rife is a failed state!
And I know the Ghana Army and the Police will not let our family down as they continue their investigations.
My love, your blood cries from the land of Denkyira-Buasi. Your father weeps for a gallant son. Your mother is distraught and broken. She never thought she would be the one to bury you, not at her age.
But I know you are in a better place watching over me and the boys. I dread the day they will ask, “Mama what happened to daddy?” However, I will remain strong for them and do the very best I can to raise them up in the fear of the Lord.
One more thing, my love, and I know you will concur - I forgive your killers because vengeance belongs to the Lord.
I know it is well with your soul, Maxwell. Sleep well my love, sleep well my soldier, sleep well Daddy.
Due ne amanehunu