In loving memory of Mrs. Vivian Wosornu


Alice Vivian Wosornu

Loved by the One, and so leaving no one behind.

Into this world you arrived eighty and one years ago

Christ Himself called you and retuned you

Eagle in the feathers of a dove!

Victorious in all that you touched

Incurably seasoned by the Water and the Blood

Vociferous in silence like a rose

“I died in the Lord; I’d vied for His grace”

Angels queue up for your parturition

Newest arrival in the latest fashion.

We would remember Mawuvi, child of God.

Our grief, though leagues deep, must be brief!

Second Sarah replete with Saraic laughter

Ordained by a Higher order, you’re now

Restored to your pre-stored glory

Never a replay until the recall.

United and at peace with The All in All.


PROFESSOR LADÉ WOSORNU, husband of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from husband

The voice of silence spoke with compelling force: “Ladé, sröwó or yé mah! Ladé, there stands your wife!”. Indeed, there stood Vivian Wellington. And so it was that the voice of silence proclaimed the beginning of a journey of miracles and wonders. It is impossible for me to pay adequate tribute to Mrs. Vivian Wosornu, my beloved wife, anchor and guardian angel.
Decades down the road, she decreed: “Call me Mawuvi.” Mawuvi means God’s child. The following is a sample of what Mawuvi was to me and our children, as well as our friends and my relatives.
Mawuvi you were my prophetess. Together, we shared some powerful God-moments. You converted our home into a sanctuary. You pulled me up with your delightful, therapeutic and mischievous sense of humour. You were personification of innocence, sacrifice, humility, patience, contentment and empathy. You were a second Sarah: mother to one and mother to all. Mawuvi, by melting the hearts of the good and the great in cities where we were strangers, you eased my burden. You were both Muse and scribe. Mawuvi, you were a sage, AND a woman of fragrance, with nails ablaze in scarlet, unafraid to flaunt. You were an eagle cloaked in the feathers of a dove. Through direct and personal experience, Mawuvi, you showed me that indeed, “with God nothing shall be impossible.”
Vivian was innocence personified. Although aged 24 years, Vivian’s body was still a baby’s! Our God moments were many. Some were spectacular. I believe that God let me peep into those moments because of you. Here are two examples.
Lost In Darkness and Fog

It was Easter, 1964. You and I were returning from one of our many honeymoons. Those were the years! The whole of Britain was one huge construction site! The beginning of motorways and autobahns was underway. Road-blocks, diversions and giant road signs were everywhere. Add to these darkness, mist and fog and the drivers’ nightmare became perfect.

We had reached a complex round-about somewhere in the mid-lands. We were lost. And, it was night. Combinations of darkness and fog are made worse by headlights. So, it was that you and I became totally helpless!
Then, it happened. The Lord Himself stepped up to show us how to escape. The angel took the form of a policeman on a bicycle in the middle of nowhere, and, in the dead of night.

“Clinging, Clinging!” he rang his bicycle bell, knocked on the glass door and shone a torchlight into our Morris Minor. Without waiting for our response, he prophesied: “My children, Glasgow, I presume?” Again without waiting for an answer, he instructed: “Follow me, my children. This way…This way!”

Meekly, speechless and trembling, we followed the red tail-light.. Two minutes later, policeman and the red tail-light were swallowed up by the darkness. You and I were too petrified even to say “Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, God!” Such was the power and the overwhelming force of God’s deliverance when we met our first God moments together.
Our other God-moment happened in the Far East. You and I were caught up in a storm. The sea billows were hills high. Our boat was tossed around like a toy. Frightened tourists began to scream.

Through it all, the Lord Himself took the form and the shape of you, Mawuvi, Vivian Wosornu. There He laid, head on my lap. And, like a baby, the innocent you slept. In utter disdain of the storm, you slept on until the landing stage.

Mawuvi, my guardian angel, you showed me by example, saying, in silence: “The Lord is here! Sronye, (husband of mine) ignore the storm! Copy me. Learn of me. The Lord Himself is here. Ladé, be not afraid.”


By the grace of God and due to your own deep spirituality, you turned our home into a haven of peace. Even little children bore witness. As they passed by our gate, one of them was overheard saying. “Eeeei! Naa Yesu! Ma sumor ma ya Yesu gnor.” Meaning “Oh! Look! Jesus! I want to go to Jesus.”

I thank you for these rare blessings. The writings on our walls read: Jesus is Lord, God Reigns and Ave Maria!


You were a rose solitaire for our friends. The angel in you so attracted them that they became extremely fond of you. And, because of you, I also became a beneficiary. I’ll cite only one example: an accountant in Glasgow.

Each time you were scheduled to fly home from London, this man ensured that you were ambushed by couriers. They were under orders to deliver to you, in person, parcels containing your particular favourites: a bouquet of red-red roses and a basket of fresh strawberries.


You were loved by all your in-laws. Because of you, my parents-in-law were tender hearted towards me.


Mawuvi, through all these nearly 60 years since I met you, to me, you were self-sacrifice personified. Your years with me in Zambia, and decades in Saudi Arabia. It was a gigantic self-sacrifice. You never complained of boredom. Instead, you invested your time wisely. You hooked up with other expatriate wives. You played tennis with them. And you made me proud of you. You beat them at their own game. You won a silver Cup to prove it.

Mawuvi, you’ve fought my battles, especially when I wasn’t in the battle field to defend myself. One day, in the office of the chief Inspector of Taxes, the Eagle raised a fearsome shrill, saying: “Bö hu mini ng’wu ler eféé bö?” Meaning: “And you, too! What wrong has my husband done you?” In that manner you extracted from him a Tax Clearance certificate. The enemy had planned to chain me in hand-cuffs as I was boarding an aircraft. You fought that battle for me and saved me from embarrassment if not ridicule on paper parade.
Mawuvi, you were at once Muse and scribe. You inspired a number of my poems. Some were dedicated to you. One example is “Leaves in A Cup”. For other poems you were the scribe who jotted the lines. The most enduring one is the poem entitled “Desert Rivers”. Mawuvi, because of you, I am not entirely unknown among the Ghanaian Poet.

You had so many hidden and priceless talents. One of them was the fine arts. You loved vibrant colours. You would set your nails ablaze in scarlet. Upon our home also you showered your rich artist’s strokes
Final Work of Art

Your final work of art was reserved for our prayer room. The year was 2016. For your 80th birthday, you decorated our altar and made it a pleasing sight. And, because of you, our family had the unique privilege. We receive the Holy Sacrament at home. All that blessing was because of you

This testimony will be incomplete if I fail to acknowledge your final sacrifice. It also taught me the essence of forgiveness. At dawn one day, you woke me up. You said three things. The third was astonishing. You said:
1. I love you and always will.
2. Whatever wrongs I have done against you, please, forgive me.
3. From this day until I die, I shall devote myself entirely to the service of God. I have vowed that, the rest of my life, I SHALL LIVE AS A NUN.

Mawuvi, I miss you. If we were to have our lives all over again, I’ll say I am sorry, not so much for the wrongs I’d done you. My sins are too many to count, too grievous for public parade.
What I apologize for most of all are my failures to obey your decrees. Five of these are:
1. I regret that I did not tackle both the Royal College of Surgeons, and the Royal College of Physicians.
2. I regret that I did not allow you a walk among the lions.
3. I regret that I failed to buy for you your particular dream model of Mercedes Benz: The 2-seater 250 SLE Coupé, with sliding roof.
4. I regret that I failed to heed your advice when you repeatedly decreed: “Flee from the stock market. Keep all your spare cash in good-old-fashioned savings account. Twice the markets crashed. And twice we lost everything.
5. Above all, I apologize for having failed to see you as you truly were: a saint ordained by the Lord Most High.
You are now in heaven. Apologies of men avail naught where Angels sing the Amens. You are in the perfect peace with God.
Mawuvi, xede nyuei. Ezu gbe-adegbe Goodbye, Child of God. Until the next time,


PROFESSOR LADÉ WOSORNU, husband of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Children

“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
1Thessalonian 5:16-18.Hello sweetheart…Then that hearty chuckle - amused and amusing sound. How I wish I could hear that again. It was a thing you did- to everyone, gentle teasing to cheer us up and keep us going. Your life was a shining example to all who were lucky enough to meet you.
You worshipped God with deep devotion. You showed me how to be humble, how to treat others with respect, how to be a good human being. You always had a wise word for those in need, who would seek you out-everyone’s auntie Vivian, my Mum. “I Mami.” I would say. “M’bi” you would respond. How lucky am I. Or when I was being particularly bossy, you would say: “eiii ie mami ney eh –ok.” I’ll do as you say, followed by a hearty laughter. We had some good times.
They all said: “Oh! What happened? Was she ill? That’s the last thing we expected to hear.” And other such words and sounds of incredulity. And then they’d all recount their fond memories of you. How you were always so kind and giving. How caring. How welcoming. A solid rock who loves me so much. A lovely person; someone who understood the frailty of humanity and did her best to accept it. You saw through it all and you held us all together. Mum, you seemed to shut out the things that were irrelevant. Protected by God’s grace and strength, you were able to give strength to others.
Anyone who has met you, even for the shortest time, felt your love, sense of calm and generosity of spirit. All have fond memories of you, what you have done for them, how you have helped them in all manner of ways -what beautiful memories you have made for them.
You were our angel, our rock, our inspiration with your infallible unshakeable faith in God. I wish I had an inkling as to how to be like you. Who wouldn’t want that? I am indeed the lucky one to have had you in my life. You were so protective. You were always there. When the tough times hit, you would pray with me, pray for me, teach me how to pray and get me through with flying colours. I performed like one possessed. For that one day, “the best they had seen” they said. You would calm the raging storms within. You would make it all go away. Who will do that now? Who will guide me now? How will I be? I know you will be watching over all of us still, but never again will I hear your voice and your laughter. That just breaks my heart. My island of serenity and peace.
Everything you did was with such care and attention to detail. Who else would take so much care in wrapping the packet- no matter what it contained, in ironing that piece of cloth – no matter what it was. Who else would take so much in providing for all our wants and needs?
For the last few years, you have said no to any requests asking you if you needed anything. I’m glad I sent the roses- they blossomed and that made you happy. You deserved that.
Mum you didn’t say goodbye. Or, were those last conversations your goodbye? “God bless you all and be with you….Look after my grandchildren. Give them a hug from me.” You left and have left us all to it. You left and it feels like iced water is running through my veins each time I remember. I am in a daze: numb and bewildered. What am I going to do now without everyone’s Auntie Vivian, my Mum?
MUM, I thank you for looking after all of us and especially our Dad- with such love and devotion.
Always with our best interests at heart, whether we deserved it or not, through thick and thin, divine inspiration and God’s hand guiding you through it all.
Rest in peace my darling mother. Wo odjogbaa I love you. DZIFA xx


Daughter of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Children

Dear Mum,
I do not have enough words to thank you for accepting Dela, Edem and I into your life with your whole heart 29 years ago. You gave us your heart and your life. You loved us each and every day of your life till October 21st when, suddenly, God took you Home.
You taught me love, patience, and endurance. You taught me how to get closer to God and lead by example. You calmed me down whenever I became nervous or worried. And, with your gentle voice, you would whisper to me: “Auntie Owusua, kaa worry. Nofiano baa fei okay, onu.” (Auntie Owusua, please don’t worry. All shall be well? Okay?)
Mum, you were gentle and kind. You always gave your all to God and your family, and you never once stopped to think about yourself. You were steadfast in the Christian faith and always stood firm on the Rock, Christ Jesus.
I will forever cherish the special moments we spent together, especially shopping for hours, watching you “Cook up a storm”, and “consuming” your favorite brand of ice cream (Hagen Daas.) Your koobi and egg stew will be forever missed. Juliana will miss Grandma Vivian’s jollof rice with grilled chicken, and, Claudia her Grandma Vivian’s special banku and okro stew with crabs.
I will miss your opinions, encouragements, your hugs and best of all, your gentle voice that always calmed me down. I will miss you each and every waking day of my life. I Thank God for you and cherish the memories we made. You will always be in my heart. I only wish that I had gotten the chance to say goodbye and to have had one last hug, but, God knows best. MUM:.
“The art of storytelling is a true gift from God,
A gift that contains more weight than one would realize,
Your life, Your love, Your wisdom has and
Will continue to speak through us, through generations,
In love, in truth and in light.”

Mummy, “When the day of toll is done, when the race of life is run, Father, grant thy wearied one. Rest forever more.”
I will miss you. Love OWUSUA.


Daughter of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Children

Thank you, Mummy
“Mummy, why don’t some people just like me?” “Dela, some people will never like you.”
This was sometime in 1989/90, when I was in Form 2 in PRESEC-Legon. I was trying to figure out why, despite my best efforts, some people – mates, juniors, seniors, staff – simply didn’t seem to like me while others took to me like ducks to water. Mummy went on to try and explain this hard truth in life. The details are lost in the mists of time but the essence thereof shall forever stay with me.
This was at a difficult time. My two sisters and I had just lost our birth mother, and we were adjusting to you, our adopted mother. So, to be given this pearl of wisdom at a time such as this was most wonderful. Once the difficult times were over, I realized what an absolutely wonderful human being you were, Mummy. I am eternally grateful that Mummy became and remained a part of my life.
Is the cup half empty or is it half full? Has lightning struck twice? Or, has one been doubly blessed? In the depths of my soul, I am convinced that I have been twice blessed, pressed down, shaken together, running over for I have had not one but two mothers.
Pure joy is a rare and powerful emotion: that Mummy had in abundance. Even if she had seen you but five minutes ago, the embrace and the smile for the second meeting would be as if you had last met eons ago!
At all times and in all seasons, Mummy had a kind word, a gesture, a smile that would make one simply content.
“Try for me” – was all Mummy would say when she wanted me to do something. And such was the rarity of Mummy asking one for anything that it was a joy to do so when asked. So, Mummy, I promise I will do all you have asked of me. I will do so with the same joy as you had done for me and my family at all times. Thank you very much for being a part of my life.
“Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raijaioon. From Him we come from and to Him we shall return”.
May GOD guide you to your rightful place among the pantheon of saints and angels.


Son of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Children

Oct 19, 2017: 'Mummy good morning. Hope By His Grace all is well. Are you at home this morning? Wanted to give you a call. To have a chat. Nothing specific. Just a chat. Miss you.
These were the last words I wrote to you... waiting to have our chat after your prayer retreat on Sunday. But I woke up... and you can were gone. When I wrote those words I didn't know that it meant that I will miss you forever. At least in this life ... Till we meet again.
I am simply heartbroken. I miss you endlessly. I miss our frequent chats about God, God's blessings, love, life. I miss our conversations about God and when my faith was shaken because of the various humanitarian crises around the world and in my work travels, you would assure me that God was in control. And you would encourage me never give up on God. I never did... I never will.
You would say: "in all things, give thanks for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus".
This is what comforts me. I am grateful for all the precious and special moments we spent together over the last quarter of a century and beyond; for the love, the laughter, the prayers, praying together - nye haa wô solea', the heart to hearts... I am eternally grateful especially for the last couple of years and all the quality time we spent. Celebrating you. Listening to you. Telling you how much we love you, what your love has meant to us over the years, what it meant to have lost our mama but found a mummy in you.
Thank you for embracing us as your own; thank you for the laughter, the jokes, the teasing. The prayers. The warmth. The quiet moments. Above all, thank you mummy for the unconditional love. And as for our 'deal' mummy, I know you will be watching over me and smiling when it comes to pass.
I know that this what you wanted, and I believe that God has called you to Him, to do from His side what you were doing here on earth.

"Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling; O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling; Of that new life when sin shall be no more!
Angels of Jesus, Angels of Light, singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night."

'I love you very much, Edem. I want the best for you and what will make you happy. For the rest of your life and beyond'. 'I love you mum. Thanks for everything...' (May 21, 2017)


Daughter of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Children

I still cannot get my head round the fact that you are no longer with us. God’s ways are not our ways. He knows best. Words cannot express the fullness of our relationship. It started long ago. It was born of a vision from God which my Uncle had in the late 70’s. The voice said: “Be sure that Oye is not left behind.”
I still have the folder of documents that you carefully put together to craft my hustle-free entry into the UK. That was precisely what it was---hustle-free. During my early years out there, we had some fantastic times together when you visited or you were in transit to join Uncle in Saudi Arabia. We exchanged many letters and postcards, not to mention your phone calls. Even on your solo trips, you always made sure that you saw me and that everything was alright with me. I looked forward to the goodies which you always brought with you. Your company was always fun.
When I had my two children -Setor and Sedinam (Sedi)- you took things to a higher level. Setor and Sedi affectionately call you Grandma Auntie Vivian. It was always a joy travelling up to Birmingham to see you and they always looked forward to your visits. They also have many fond memories to recall. Memories of their last visit to Ghana in August 2013 will forever remain with them. I remember you dancing the Azonto with Sedi at the party you and Uncle organized for them. It was such a joy to watch.
The last few years have been tough. But “nothing is tough for the Lord”, you always reminded me. My visits in the last couple of years had been something else. The times we spent together on the porch, round the dining table or in front of the TV just chatting or eating some home favourites, with you being your usual pleasant mischievous self. Thanks be to God and thank you.
Missing you so much: your Whatsapp messages and the forwards too. The memories you have left behind I will forever treasure till we meet again. Thank you for being simply you and for being there for me.
Hmmmm! I recall our last conversation on the night of Friday 20th October 2017. You and Uncle had just finished watching the Catholic Service. I could hear the last hymn in the background. We sang the last couple of lines together. After a short chat, you said you were going to celebrate your birthday in the usual way, except that, this time around, you’d be stay at home with your phone would be switched off. I said that I know and added that you’d see my birthday message when you switched it back on the following day. I can still hear your last words so clearly.
You signed off as usual by saying: “Nyonmo adzor bo. Nye hia shi odzogban.” Meaning: May the Lord bless you. May all be well with you.” Mine Oh mine! Little did I know that it was the last time that I will hear your soft, reassuring, calm and soothing voice.
I will end by meditating on this hymn:
“ Rest comes at length
Though life be long and dreary
The day must dawn and darkness night be past
Faith’s journey ends in welcomes to the weary
And heaven, the hearts true home will come at last.
Angels of Jesus, angels of light
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.”
(Frederick William Faber:1814-63)
AUNTIE VIV: “Wor odjogban yer wor Nuntsor ler mli”

Oye Acolatse

Daughter of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from In-Laws

My knowledge of Auntie Vivian goes back almost three decades. She made an instant welcoming impression on me at a time when one was expected to be most uneasy ( i.e. meeting your future in-laws.)
During all those years, Auntie Vivian made me feel more of a son than a son-in-law.
I couldn’t help admiring her very strong faith in God and that endless patience and tolerance. She was meek, but not weak. It seems the saying “still waters run deep” was intended to describe her. She was gently spoken with never a harsh word to anyone.
About a decade ago, Auntie Vivian gave me a copy of “Light for our path” (a daily devotional guide). This greatly impacted on my life, both spiritually and physically. Last year, for her Christmas present I gave her a copy of “Fresh from the Word 2017”. I hope it was among the devotional books she had been reading on her birthday 21st October 2017.
I have no doubt she is now doing what she enjoys most: Serving God. (Rev. 7: 9). I am sure He will love your roses in the celestial garden.
Auntie Vivian, you truly lived your faith and blessed us with your life and characteristic smile. You always ended every visit or conversation with a blessing: “Nyomo kε nyε ahi shi”.(May the Lord be with you.)
I will close by saying “Kε Noŋmo ahi shi” (May the Lord be with you.) Till we meet again.


In-Law of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from In-Laws

On Sunday morning October 21st, we received a phone call that made our hearts sink. As hard as it was to tell our two girls that Grandma Vivian had gone to the Lord, we take comfort in the fact that she went to the Lord the only way she would have wanted it: when she was closest to him during retreat on her birthday.
I’m blessed to have Auntie Vivian as my Mother-in-Law and my daughters’ Grandma. Although this is a sad time for us, I want to celebrate her and all that she has done for Owusua, Juliana, Claudia and I.
She visited us numerous times. And, it was a standard for her to lead us in prayer to thank the Lord for her safe arrival, and prayer for a safe journey back home. This was followed by a lot of weeping by her and the girls.
One could be assured of a wide variety of good Ghanaian food when she was around. I must admit that she spoilt us, especially at the times when the girls were babies. When Auntie Vivian was around, I for one was guaranteed a good night’s sleep. No baby duties.
As we say our final goodbye to her, I pray that she watches over all of us the same way she did when she was with us.
Mummy, sleep well.


In-Law of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from In-Laws

Death they say is a mystery. It is a natural phenomenon.
We are here today in helpless obedience to bid farewell to a great woman in her swift ascension to heaven. With the deepest sense of sorrow, grief and pain I write this tribute. The sun that shone in the dark has gone. My heart bled when the news of your departure was announced to me on 22nd October 2017.
Before I left Ghana for Nigeria on 9th October 2017, you were not ill. Nor did anybody give me the slightest hint that you had any health concerns. So the news of your demise hit me really hard and was difficult to accept. When you bid me adieu with your usual warm embrace, and said to me: “My Angel” (as you fondly called me), when are you coming back to Ghana?” I replied: “X’mas or early January next year.”
Never did I know that your heavenly chariot was waiting to pick you on the day of your usual retreat with your LORD JESUS whom you “served with all your heart, soul and might.” (Deut. 6:5; Matt. 22:37.” You cared for me like a mother, sister and friend, and, in every good way imaginable.
Mother, how can I put into words the love, the inspiration, the wisdom and knowledge I gained from you since I arrived and lived with you? To my children, you played the roles of both father and mother. Oh! how can I forget? You fondly called me your Angel. Oh, how can I ever forget you? Never!, Never!!, Never!!!


In-Law of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

We Eulogise Our Own Grandma Auntie Vivian
Gmum auntie Vivian, you are beautiful inside out! You are the most beautiful soul that God blessed us with…. You are the most beautiful soul that had ever walked the earth…... You are a saint.
Grandma, you inspired us in different ways. We shall dearly miss your presence at our family gatherings, your free godly pieces of advice, the sharing of your rich life experiences, your warm smiles, your calm soft voice, your dance moves…. Above all, your delicious meals made with love, especially your pork stews, meat balls and chicken light soups. The aroma and taste of your dishes were different. We are yet to find your unique taste elsewhere. We believed that you woud be around forever so; we were never perturbed to tap the recipes of making the “onaaapo” dishes.
When we pose with you in our groupies and selfies, we request of you to give us a Naomi Campbell pose, which you did gladly with smiles and swags…. And, in your usual calm and soft voice, you would say: “Mi devishia wo, mi de na fu loo!”
Even though we cherished the pictures so much, we also aimed at the styles and designs of your outfits. We the young ladies copied your Kaba styles. Yes, how can we forget those nails…. Those extraordinary and exceptional nail extensions! They came in bright and colourful designs. In fact, your sagacity for fashion was so on point.
Thousands are testifying of your deep love for Jesus Christ and everything about the kingdom of God. These reflected in the lives of all who crossed your path. We join the thousands to testify and accent your beautiful Christian life on earth with the words expressed by Dr Elisabeth Kubler -Ross….
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, known gain and have found their way out of the depths through Jesus Christ our saviour’s endless love and help. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with Compassion, Gentleness and a Deep Loving Concern. Beautiful people don’t just happen; God send them our way.”
G’mum Auntie Vivian, you are so beautiful inside out. We love you…...We love you very much. And, we shall always miss you!

Mawu na nor nukor na wo.
Sleep on, Auntie Vivian…. Good night, Grandma Vivian. Farewell…Fare well our own Grandma Auntie Vivian.
With love from,


Grandchildren of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

“Precious beads do not rattle” - a saying taught to us by our mother in our early days and one that was personified by Grandma Auntie Vivian (as we affectionately call her). She was often the quietest in any room, but take a moment to sit beside her, engage her in conversation and listen carefully and you’d unlock a world of invaluable treasures.

Grandma Auntie Vivian was there for us from day one. On her frequent trips to the UK, she’d ensure that she spent some time with us. She grew to become one of our biggest cheerleaders and prayer warriors in our personal, academic and sporting endeavours. There was always something so reassuring about hearing the words “I’ll be praying for you” and any words of encouragement that followed when they came from Grandma Auntie Vivian. The strength of those prayers could be felt so intensely, though we were often miles apart.

There are many memories we hold dear but perhaps our fondest come from our most recent trip to Ghana in August 2013. Grandma made sure that the house was filled with everything we might want, and more. One day, after days of her spoiling us with our favourite traditional dishes, she asked what we wanted to eat. She was going to eat Indomie noodles and we had decided to join her. Little did we know, that these were not the simple, old fashioned instant Indomie noodles we had come to know. To this day, we don't quite know what she added to those noodles (aside from onions and frankfurters) but they were the best we had EVER had. We opted for the same noodles almost every day after that, forgoing anything else.

We now think back to these moments and look at clips such as “Sedi teaching Grandma to dance azonto” with a deep sadness. A sadness that is replaced with a brief smile when we hear the clip end with Grandma’s infectious laugh and see her wide grin as she gives up trying to learn the dance. It’s moments such as this (and many more) that we will hold onto.

Though she is no longer with us, we are certain that we will feel her spirit now more than ever. A true pillar of strength, a beacon of light, a calming voice in any storm, our cornerstone. Grandma Auntie Vivian, we thank you, we love you and we miss you terribly but we know you are never too far away and that we will meet again.


Sedinam adds: I'm struggling to accept the passing of my Grandma, and, I try to stay busy 24/7. But, it's only now starting to hit home. I believe that my greatest achievements have come from God’s answer to Grandma’s prayers. Although her physical body has left us, yet her spirit will live on forever. I'll continue to work hard and stay focused so as to make not only her, but all the family proud of me. I'm sorry for the loss.


Grandchildren of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

Impossible as it is to encapsulate any human life in a few words, let alone our Grandma’s, we can try to give an essence of her impact on the lives of two of her grandchildren, Kwasi And Abena.

Our Grandma was the epitome of serenity and a role model in every way, especially in her faith. We recall her saying that going to church should be like going to see an old friend, a sentiment that stays with us even now. She introduced the practice of saying the Lord’s Prayer on waking up each morning, which again is maintained to this day.

Our fondest and most abiding memory of her, though, came from one of her visits when she gathered our family into the living room to sing ‘Bind Us Together, Lord’, a hymn we quickly became very fond of, even encouraging Kwasi to play the chords on the guitar. It is perhaps the closest we have ever been as a family and it was all thanks to Grandma.

She taught us, not only through what she explicitly said, but often through her actions and the way she held herself. We cannot recall meeting anyone as devout in their faith as her; seeing the happiness which was brought her by being so close to God strengthens our faith as well.

Always happy to see us and make time for us, her unequivocal and undying love for us and all of her family was nothing short of inspirational. Her legacy will continue to bind us together for the rest of our lives.


Grandchildren of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

Dear Grandma Vivian,
We will always remember your special smile, your caring heart and the special feeling of happiness when you were here with us. There will always be a special spot in our hearts for you.
Even though we didn’t see you often in Michigan, it will always feel like you are here with us. Now you are in heaven with Jesus and one day we will see you again in paradise.
Now you can say: “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, and I have kept the faith.” 2 Timothy 4:7
We will dearly miss you


Grandchildren of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

"Grandma's here!" "Let's go and visit Grandma." We were always happy to see you and would "fight" to sit CLOSE to you. Then we would sit in your car right in the front of our sitting room just for ride all the way to our gate.
Now Mama and Daddy tell us that you are gone and we miss you; we miss you very much.
We know you loved us very much and we also love you very much. Please always continue to look after us from heaven. We miss you, Grandma


Grandchildren of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Grandchildren

“Come to me….and you find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:38)
Finally the Lord has called you into his bosom, dear Grandma. Auntie Vivian as we affectionately called her, was a great woman. Although we weren’t directly linked due to long family relations, I admired the great zeal in her, as well as her love for church and church-related activities.
What made me admire Grandma most was the gifts of special cakes we freely received during Christmas. Little did we know that 2016 was the last year of enjoying your treat. Why did you have to pass on in our very own month of October?
The last time I saw you, you were watering the flowers at home. I offered to help but you gently declined because you said it keeps you active and that you really want to pay total attention to the flowers. But now, who is going to keep the flowers blooming? Our heavenly father knows best and I am quite sure you’ll have a wonderful party in heaven.
Thank you for the cakes. Thank you for telling us life stories with Grandpa. Thank God for you. We love you from the deepest part of our hearts but the Maker loves you even more.
Rest in perfect peace, Grandma. Hede nyuie. Wor ojogban. Till we meet again at Jesus’ feet, farewell!


Grandchild of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Brothers

Comforting, uniting
From infancy to the present day, SISTER refers to you and you alone. In our youth, we adored, respected and held you in the highest esteem due to your sterling qualities and exemplary character. You were always full of concern for your younger siblings, enquiring about their education, choice of future vocation and offering guidance and advice where necessary.
In latter days, especially after the passing on of our parents of blessed memory, you selflessly stepped in and played the dual role of sister and foster parents to us and our children as well –comforting, uniting and urging us to continue living Godly lives. You never got tired of seeing to the welfare of your siblings in very practical ways. Be they in Ghana, Nigeria, U.S.A. or the U.K. , you would visit each and every one of us in our homes to ascertain firsthand the state of our well-being. WHAT ELSE CAN A SISTER BE INDEED!
Your loving kindness to others was never restricted to your family only but extended practically to the entire generality of the public. For this reason, myriads of people took you as role model, confidant, mother and many other intimate roles. These attributes of yours may have been taken for granted by some people but we know that you must have been endowed with a large heart that made your life simply a sacrifice for the good of others. We feel comforted as we realize that you put in your best in carrying out and completing your earthly assignment.
It would have been wonderful to have the joyful music that your life signified play on endlessly but alas, that is not the lot for we mortals. For at God’s own time, everything good or evil must come to an end. As captured in the scripture, which you held on to so tenaciously to the very end puts it – whoever hears my Word and believes Him who sent me will not be condemned, he has crossed from death to life.
It is our prayer that the Almighty God, in His infinite goodness and mercy will reward and bless you in his own way wherever you are now. May he accept you in paradise, grant you eternal rest and receive your soul in His bosom
Sister, continue to rest in peace till we meet again to part no more.
Sister, we will always miss you’
Fare thee well


Brothers of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Nieces & Nephews

“The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him; and He will show them His covenant”. Psalm 25: 14
You were beyond ‘Auntie’ to us. You were our mother and we were your children. You played both mother and father role to some of us and we have grown to be what we are because of your nurturing. You taught us how to love and be affectionate. As kids, you would hug us tightly every night before bedtime until it became a habit.
You would say, “don’t you know the God I serve? I have absolutely no worries!” You would shake your head in disappointment when we expressed worry of any kind. Indeed, no problem is too big for God. You imbued in us deep Christian values that will stay with us forever. Your faith and dedication to God and the church was enviable. Even in dire situations, it never wavered and you insisted that each of us serve Him with sincerity and purity.
We will not forget the wonderful, quality time we always spent together as a family. You taught us the need to share with others the little we had, as we very often saw you do, bringing joy and happiness during these occasions into other homes as well. These were very important to you.
You achieved your ambition of winning souls for Christ, to be a true herald of the cross, keeping faith with God to the last minute and winning soul's even after death. Truly, He makes all things beautiful in His time.
God grants us life but you were the pillar and shield around us. You gave us hope and joy and you showered us with gifts. There was never a time you would travel and return empty-handed. If we know the principle of giving, it is because you taught us just by your actions alone.
You were an epitome of peace. Easter, Christmas and New Year festivities may never be the same again. You fostered the Wellington tradition of cake making and sharing every year.
Anytime you spoke about death, we will discourage the subject almost immediately to which you would laugh heartily. You were ready. You had always been ready. We wish you could see the screaming plea in our eyes; we hadn’t had enough of you yet…and know we never will.
Though you have been taken up into eternal glory, memories of you will forever remain in our hearts and your name will live on for generations to come.
Death changes everything! Time changes nothing…We miss the sound of your voice… of your chuckle. We miss your laughter, the wisdom in your advice, the stories of your life, your warm embrace and just being in your presence.
So, yes! Time changes nothing. Every waking moment is a reminder that you’re gone. Your smile…oh your smile…we will give anything to see it again. We are grateful to God for putting you in our lives. You were a blessing to us and many others. Thank you for your sweet counsel.
We grieve in pain but who are we to question the deeds of our Maker? What you had with God was a strong covenant. A tree is known by its fruits and a true Christian may always be discovered by his or her habits, tastes and affections. Lord you declare your loving kindness in the morning and your faithfulness in the evening, Glory be to Your name!
Auntie, God has you in His arms
We have you in our hearts
And, we take solace in knowing that you are forever with the Lord
May you, the true definition of a gentle soul, rest in peace…
We love you and miss you.

Nieces & Nephews

Nieces & Nephews of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from The Alloteys

Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father in heaven (Matthew 5:16)
Auntie Vivian’s greatest joy in life was to undertake challenges and issues on behalf of both the young and the old in distress, for church and country. Above all she had a passion for lending a hand in solving problems that made a difference to society. Members of the Anglican Community with particular reference to St. Andrew Church, Abossey-Okai benefitted from her overtures.
In her line of duty to the church, she displayed utmost humility, vision, understanding, insight, sound judgement and resilience. This attitude endeared her to the entire congregation. Her death is a great pity indeed, because currently, there are so few of her calibre in our environment.
In another sense Auntie Vivian, seemed to admonish us with the relevance excerpt from the poem by Longfellow (1807 – 1882)
“Lives of great men all remind us.
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us,
Footprints on the sands of time,
Footprints, that perhaps another
sailing o’ver lives solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother
Seeing, shall take heart again.”
(Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

Today marks the end of her service to this church. Yes! That mighty tree has fallen. A resourceful Christian is gone forever.
Your last words – “To live in CHRIST and to die is GAIN.”
We will miss you Auntie Vivian. May the Almighty God grant you Peace and Eternal Rest.


Allotey Family

Family of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from an Aunt

My Niece, Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Deedei Worsonu:-
“All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever”. And this is the word that was preached to you.” 1 Peter 2:24 & 25

I am paying this tribute with pain in my heart to a niece and a trusted friend who led a simple life and made life enjoyable. I received the news of the death of my niece with great shock and disbelief for I had been with her and her husband (Professor Ladé Worsonu) barely a month before she died. She looked hale and hearty and never showed any outward sigh of illness.
The sudden death of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Deedei Worsonu, popularly known in the family as Sister, being the first girl among her siblings, was shocking and a big blow. Barely two months ago while I was out of the country, she sent me a Whatsapp message which read: “Come home. Your nieces and nephews have missed you.” I arrived in Ghana in the last week of September 2017 and on 1st October 2017 we celebrated my 70th birthday together.
Despite the fact that Sister was by far older than me she never called me by my name. She always called me “Auntie”, out of deference. Even though like any normal family there are issues to be discussed, whenever we met, our conversations were always preceded by showering of praises on the Almighty Lord. We both believed that being Christians we should live each day as if it is our last on this earth. Like the scripture says in James 4:13-15 “We do not know what will happen tomorrow because our life is but mist, here today and gone tomorrow”.
Vivian, you were not just a niece but a very dependable and trustworthy friend. You were an epitome of love, patience, kindness, sobriety and calmness. You were humility personified. But behind all these qualities was a woman of principle and strong will which had the support of the God that you faithfully served. I know you will be walking, talking and showing joy with our Almighty God. You will always be in my thoughts every now and then as the best niece one could ever ask for.
Sister, may the Lord that you faithfully served with all your heart and substance accompany you on this journey. Father, Son and Holy Spirit, shepherd Vivian to the heavenly abode and give her a peaceful rest so that at the resurrection we shall meet face to face with the Lord.
To your dear husband, Professor Ladé Wosornu, your loving children, Dzifa and her siblings and your surviving siblings, I pray for God’s guidance and protection for them. May the good Lord draw them closer to Himself and fill them with the Holy Spirit.
Vivian, you have fought a good fight; you have finished the race and you have kept the faith. Now may the crown of righteousness be your portion in eternity.


Aunt of Mrs Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu


“Everything that happens in this world happens at God's own appointed time. He sets the time for birth and time for death…” (.Eccl 3:1).
Alice Vivian Wosornu was married into the Wosornu and Ahorgba families to Prof. Ladé Wosornu in 1960 (i.e. over half a century ago.) Ever since, she became part of
the two families, being called Dzifa dada.
Dzifa dada became a mother to every one of us in both families. She was present at all our family gatherings and occasions, be it at Galo, Dzogborve, Accra or Tema.
Sometimes, she came without her husband who had be frequently out of the country. She performed her roles and duties diligently to everybody's admiration and
Dzifa dada , your gracious demise came to us on that fateful Sunday morning as a big surprise. You have left a big emptiness in both families. Your presence will be dearly
missed. We will surely and sincerely miss you: your meals, your gentle voice and demeanour, not to mention your elegant moves as you did our traditional dance called
The Bible admonishes us to avoid mourning like those who have no hope in the resurrection power. Rather, we should give thanks in all things. Therefore, we join the
hymnist to say: “When the day of toil is done, when the race of life is run, Father grant your faithful servant eternal rest in your bosom forevermore. Amen!”
Hede nyuee, Dzifa Dada. Good bye, REST IN PERFECT PEACE



Tribute from Friends

“I have faught a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge shall give me at that day and not to me only but to all them also that love his appearing.” 2nd Timothy 4: 7&8
Sister was how I affectionately called Mrs Vivian Wosornu. Although I had known her for a long time, our friendship only began after the death of her sister, Otobia. Sister was soft spoken and a great listener.
Before our friendship, I attended only regular Sunday church service, not paying much attention to any other church activities. One day, Sister invited me to a Revival. Right after the revival, she insisted that I followed her to the next morning mass. I couldn’t turn her down so I did. Soon it was the period of Lent and she started taking me along with her to church: morning, afternoon and evening. I would make jokes suggesting to her that she was slowly but steadily turning me into a church mouse! To which she smiled broadly.
At the time, Sister Vivian was the President of the Guild of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. So I joined. Later, I followed her footsteps, and became the Guild’s President myself. Through her, I became a member of the Bible Study Class and graduated to become a Bible Class Leader and Lay Pastor. I joined Casio because of her and now I am a Cursilista.
Sister can be likened to a shepherd, my very own earthly shepherd and friend. She was a very prayerful Christian.
We shared our happy moments where we would chat for long hours about events she had missed. On other occasions, she would fill me in and we would laugh. She would say: “Naa, Rose! Kaabawo minaa nmlo.” (Oh!, Rose, please don’t make me laugh!”
We enjoyed each other’s company. She was always there for me when I called in time of crises. I remember calling her to come to my aid one night. And, without hesitation, she drove from Abelemkpe all the way to my residence at Afiaman.
Oh sister, the Thursday before your demise, I came to Abossey Okai with my daughter, Judith. You were just about to leave the house and I stopped you to say hello. I told you that we had a lot to discuss. You laughed and said: “Rose, naa naa!”. (Rose, Oooo.) That was the last time I saw you.
You were still looking bright and full of life. The news of your passing came as a blow to me. My family will miss you dearly. We are grateful for the love and care you showed towards us.
Till we meet again sister, rest in Perfect Peace in the bosom of the Lord. Amen.

Mrs. Rose Ankrah

A Spiritual Daughter & Mentee

Tribute from Friends

On the 21st October of every year, as I have done over the years, I call Auntie Vivian to wish her happy birthday. This year on Saturday the 21st October, in the early hours of the morning, I called Auntie Vivian on my Cell phone twice to wish her happy birthday but her phone went silent on both occasions so I did not follow up again.

Surprisingly, early Sunday morning the 22nd October, I received a frantic call from my friend Professor Ladé Wosornu telling me that his wife Vivian had passed away. It was a sad and very shocking news that was conveyed to me.
Just about three weeks earlier, I had hosted her and her husband to lunch in my house which was a frequent and always enjoyable time for us. On that day, Auntie Vivian was looking very well, healthy and cheerful. We cracked some of our old jokes before they both left me. Little did I know that that was the last time I will see Vivian alive.
My friendship with Auntie Vivian and Prof. Ladé is ancient. We were not merely friends; we were super friends who knew one another very well and continuously for decades.
I am aware that many tributes will be written about Auntie Vivian and all will be centered on her humanity, her charitable nature, her love for human beings and her uncompromising faith in God.
I do not wish to repeat what others have already said on any of these great virtues of Auntie Vivian.
I can only remind myself that nobody sees the stars during the day, but in the night they become visible. God knows how to conceal us till it is time to shine. One’s invisibility does not mean that one has ceased to exist. It only means that its not yet one’s time. Wait patiently. God's timing is always perfect.

Auntie Vivian, you had waited patiently and it is now your time to shine amongst the heavenly bodies. It is now God's perfect timing for you but remember that your invisibility did not mean that you are no longer exist. You are now in a different night and, just like a star, you will be seen shining and you will continue to shine.
Thank God for your journey. You can be sure that your journey will be peaceful and you will arrive safely at your destination. As you understand and speak the Ewe language impeccably, I can only say to you in the Ewe language that Auntie Vivian, Hede nyui er. We believe that you will be happily received into the bosom of the Lord.


Friend of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Friends

The passing of Mrs. Alice Vivian Wosornu came as a great shock to Ruby and I as well as our children who had come to know the Wosornu family as an extension of ours. We were greatly saddened by the loss of this wonderful lady.
Ladé and I have known each other since 1953 when were students at PRESEC -the Presbyterian Secondary School, Odumasi – Krobo. We met Vivian in 1956 as we entered St. Augustine’s College Sixth Form in Cape Coast. There, we also met the Allotey twins, Oko and Atteh (who later became an Ambassador). Vivian was their niece and they introduced her to us. On the many occasions that the Holy Child senior girls visited St. Augustine’s we had the opportunity to see Vivian again.
Ladé and I temporarily parted company when he obtained Ghana Government scholarship to study medicine in Glasgow, Scotland and I was admitted to the university of Ghana, Legon to study science. Nothing more was heard about the young lady, Vivian. One day, until all changed. I received a letter from Ladé that he had wedded our mutual friend, Vivian. This happy news was followed by a beautiful picture of a baby girl called Dzifa. (Dzifa is now married and has become a consultant physician.)
Vivian and Ladé lived on in Scotland for many years. There, Ladé chalked many successes in medicine. I married Ruby Konotey-Ahulu in 1965. Soon I won a Commonwealth Scholarship which took us to Wales. In the next summer, Ruby, myself and our 4-month baby boy spent a glorious holiday in Glasgow with Vivian and Ladé. Vivian was a fantastic hostess and took very good care of us.
Ruby and Vivian cherished the friendship between our families. A few times, Vivian would call to announce that Ladé was on his way home on vacation from Saudi Arabia, and that, straight from the airport they would be stopping by to eat Ruby’s famed homemade Ga Kenkey! This was to our great joy!
In late 1992, we let them know that our daughter, Akwele Suma, was getting married on 6th March 1993. We were surprised and honoured that Vivian had agreed with Ladé that she’d be in Ghana on our daughter’s wedding day. As promised, Vivian came down. And, she herself drove the bride in their beautiful white Mercedes Benz. The following day, Vivian drove the couple to church. We thank you, Vivian, yet again for giving our family the pleasure of your friendship.
At Jerry’s 80th birthday, Vivian and Ladé joined us on the 1st October 2017. At first, Vivian was sitting next to Ladé. Ruby cajoled her to join her and Mrs. Osei Zab, another friend’s wife. Ruby managed to uproot Vivian from Ladé’s side.
They had a warm and lively chat. Little did they know that it was their last time together with Vivian. Just 20 days later, Vivian was gone.
The picture which Ruby took of Vivian when she said to her in Ga “Vivian, miishabo ei!” turned out with a charming and bewitching smile! It will remain on our mind forever!

Prof. Jerome and Mrs. Ruby Djangmah

Friends of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Friends

“Do you speak our language?” “No, Mam,” I replied. “Then we are going to sell you!” she said, followed by a hearty laughter! That happened as I was introduced to her on the day of my interview for a job. That wonderful joke was my first encounter with the late Mrs. Vivian Wosornu, or Mummy, as we all came to call her.
I had sort a position with The Wosornu Foundation, an NGO. Later on, I came to know that Mom was one the founding members of the Board of Trustees. So, she was very much my lady boss! Yet she never even once bossed me about.
“Theresa, ofainε, ha m’agba onaa fioo, oh”. Meaning: “Theresa, please allow me to bother you a bit.” That was how uncomfortable she felt whenever she needed a favour from me. And after all is said and done, that degree of humility, respect and appreciation in turn makes you, the recipient, also uncomfortable.
I got the chance to know her only for five months but I felt her impact on my life. “Kε okpa ni jeŋ ena lε kaa shε mi” followed by her usual hearty laughter, and say “Yoo, kεdji oshε shia lε, twa ni wɔna akε oya shε, oh.” Meaning: “When you reach your house, do give us a call so we know that you’ve arrived safely, please.” That was what she would say to me anytime I closed from work late, showing how concerned she was. And whenever she returned from church in the afternoon and saw you, after greeting, the next question would be: “Ona noko oye”? Meaning: “Have you had something to eat?”
Oh yes! She was a mother for all. Mummy intervened in a deal between me and Daddy when I least expected. I was overwhelmed when I discovered her kindness and love for me. That earned her my love. It is true: Love can never be bought; it can only be earned.
She was indeed Daddy’s joy because for the short time I spent with her, I found that anytime she came back home from church and Daddy saw her, he would immediately excuse himself and go have a chat with Mawuvi (Child of God) as he lovingly called her. If by chance he left the study door ajar, I’d steal glances at them. They would sit together, chat and tease each other not minding who was watching. They were such a lovely couple to be around, even in their old age.
On the 20 October 2017 before I closed from work, her friend Auntie Pat visited her and brought two baskets full of tomatoes. Mummy stood on her own feet to package them neatly in order to be able to distribute some out. Daddy was scheduled to have a Board meeting at home. I had to report to work on the Saturday 21 October 2017. As soon as I arrived at work, Daddy sent one of their drivers and I to go and buy a Birthday card for Mummy. When I came back, he gave me a beautiful turquoise-coloured lace to wrap for Mummy. I did. Daddy signed the card. But, all this time I had not seen Mummy. Later when the meeting was over and the guest went away and I also was about to leave, I asked of Mummy. Daddy said she was in a retreat.
Little did I know that the Friday evening, when she asked me also to take away one of her packages of tomatoes was going to be my last time of seeing her. Mummy, the way you said your goodbye will remain with me for a long time.
Mummy, who is Daddy going to watch tennis with? And who is he going to watch the Christian program with? I pray the Almighty God to envelope Daddy’s heart with His infinite love, to anchor him and also to shield him from undue sorrow that will be looking to attack him since ‘you’ his anchor are no more.
I can go on and on and on but time will not permit. So….Mummy rest in peace in Abraham’s bosom till we meet again.


Secretary & Graphic Designer, The Wosornu Foundation

Tribute from Friends

I knew Auntie Vivian and Uncle Ladé in Glasgow in the sixties. I would come on holiday from my convent school in Perthshire; and they would take me to see many wonderful sites in Scotland.
I became their new found daughter when Dzifa went to Ghana with Grandma Wellington. We spend many wonderful times at her Mother’s house, No. 30, Clouston Street, Glasgow, with my cousins Vicky & Nii Lartey. Her younger sister Otobia visited Glasgow in the late sixties and we became friends. Later on in Ghana, Otobia became my Maid of Honour.
Auntie ‘Onukpa’, as we affectionately called her, or Sister Naa Dedei if we wanted her special laughter; this, invited a knock on our heads. Auntie Vivian was an ardent tennis player which she played well into her middle age. She spoke perfect Ewe to the admiration of all her Ga family.
When Otabia became termally ill, I discovered in Auntie Vivian a woman of deep devotion as she prayed by her sister’s bedside. Although she was an Anglican, yet, in worship, she was a devout Catholic. Some mornings on her way home from mass, at Holy Trinity, she would pass by my house at Abelenkpe to tell me to meet her for Rosary devotions at our nearby Catholic church which was just across the road from her house. And, together, we prayed the Divine Mercy devotions.
She is the only person I know who has painted the front of her whole house with the picture of the Divine Mercy: ‘Jesus I trust in you’. I discover that she was a product of Holy Child School and practice Catholism more than many Catholics. It was her joy to tell you when you asked about the painting in front of her house that “Jesus of Mercy is the centre of my home and my life.” What a woman of faith!!
At the last Scottish reunion, she met her friends she had not seen for over 30 years; especially, May Nartey (formerly Ms May Ofosu-Armah) who had been her maid of honour.
A few weeks before she passed away, Freddy and I were at a birthday party with her. I carried some of her food to her table. I teased her about her youthful looks and reminded her that her own birthday was coming soon. She laughed that special laugh. But, alas, it was our last meeting.
“When my soul became weary of men, and my eyes were tired of gazing upon the face of the day, I sought the distant fields where the shadows of by gone ages sleep. It is your darkness that reveals to us the light of heaven.” (by Kahlil Grabran)
May Mother Mary & Jesus of Mercy whom you loved so much lead you to the throne of Glory!
It is well, Auntie Onukpa. All is well!!!


Friend of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

Tribute from Friends

Dear Prof,
So sad to hear the news from Marg that Madam Vivian passed away. I remember her when I am doing locum
secretary for you and I had the chance of meeting her. She is such a kind-hearted and loving person. I am sure
you and your kids will missed her but sure she will be out there guiding all of you. May our dear lord blessed her
with eternal peace.
Me and my family would like to extend our deepest condolences to you and to your family. Thank you for
May she rest in peace.

Elenita A. Cabunoc

Friends from Saudi Arabia

Tribute from St. Andrew Anglican Church

Oni bi adamfo, ayarefo ahw3fo, abcdi mo boafo na odc me yi… mo sh3 no anuonyam, anuonyam hen emoe mo sh3 no anuonyam… .
It seems just like yesterday, Mother Vivian, you led us to sing these lyrics over and again before your turn of intercessory prayer for the sick, poor and needy in society. This was at an all-night service held in this very church, St. Andrew under the auspices of the Guild of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus. The prayer time was then being led by Bro. Soja Tetteh (of blessed memory) and Bro. Gyeshie (now Rev’d Fr. Isaac Victor Gyeshie). That was my earliest association with you. Alas almost 30 years already gone by.
Mother, it is an undeniable fact that your demeanour attracted most teenagers of this church to you, most especially within the Sacred Heart’s Guild. It was a joy how you treated us all equally as your own children. You taught us to see ourselves as siblings, not friends. Thank God! Most of us you impacted by way of mentoring are now doing well and in various Leadership positions within the church and beyond.
• A lady par excellence, simple, soft spoken and frank. A woman of few words always beaming with infectious smiles, full of genuine love, having an attentive ear and ever ready to counsel.
• Mother, your love for singing, dancing, sharing testimonies and things of God, and above all intercessory prayers knows no bounds. When it comes to Service and the things of God, Mother you were always at your best. (Perhaps this hobby of yours attracted most teenagers and youth within the church into your company.)
• We simply call you MOTHER. A title we accorded elderly women at Sacred Heart Guild before their names. A tale yet to be told is this: how it came about, within our cycle, the mentioning of the word Mother alone without any proper name attached became synonymous to mean Auntie Vivian, Sister or Auntie Onukpa.
• I remember vividly our teenage days, Mother, Mother Julie and Mother Benita (of Blessed memory) will organize us to engage in fasting programmes, sometimes a week or three days prior to an all-night service. It is a joy to recount those days and particularly the Spiritual Exercises thereof.


• Mother, I was very privileged, during my stay in St. Andrew mission house in the early 90s, our set visits to the sick, and other errands with you after week-day morning Eucharistic service.
• Mother thank you for the numerous fasting programs I had the opportunity to enjoy with you in your prayer hall at your residence at Abelenkpe.
• Mother, I am highly indebted and forever grateful for the role you played in my life, especially in my calling as a priest.
Mother, you supported me in diverse ways; prayers, counselling, encouragement and materially before, during and after my Ordination. It was a momentous occasion when you sacrificed to travel all the way from Saudi Arabia to be at my Priestly Ordination. Thank you also, as a PCC member for leading the St. Andrew-Abossey Okai delegation to St Anselm’s Anglican Cathedral in Sunyani.
Mother, you presented me with my first ever and most cherished Chasuble on my day of Ordination in July 2004. Thank you.
You called to pray with me, wished me well just before I left home for my wedding ceremony. Mother thank you.
Mother, I am already missing you, your weekly Whatsapp messages to me and the reminding me of days for novenas.
Mother, I was troubled in spirit when on Saturday 21st October 2017, on just arriving from Sunyani, I did not see your vehicle parked at the usual place during morning mass. As anxious as I looked round the congregation expecting to see you, I quickly remembered your tradition of personal retreats during birthdays. I said to myself: “I will certainly see Mother at church service tomorrow to wish her belated Happy 81st Birthday.” But that was not meant to be.
I will certainly miss our meetings anytime I am in Accra. After week day morning mass, we will talk at length. Most often it was I who did much of the talking, sharing my testimonies and frustrations in Ministry with you. Mother, after listening, you will often say to me, “Father, we are serving a living God. He is ever faithful. Always have trust in Him. God answers prayers, He will see you through.” You will then share some of your estimonies and pray with me.

Mother, I am very happy for you. God has surely answered your prayer. Immediately after your 70th birthday timeless and again we prayed for your 80th. I call to mind some time just before your 80th birthday, Auntie Dede Brew and myself discussed the celebration thereof with you. You indicated as usual, strictly a personal retreat on that day. However, a Birthday mass, benediction service and a luncheon later on. But, Mother, why benediction Service on a birthday? Hmmm to God be the Glory. It came to pass.
Mother, I cannot still bear with the fact that you have moved on, gone to be with the Lord in eternity.
Prof, siblings, children, grandchildren and family, I deeply share in your grief and loss. Thank you all for your help, love, and care for Mum Vivian, Sister, Auntie Onukpa.
Mother I can see you beaming with your usual smile, and, in your soft voice saying: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race. I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day-and not only to me, but also to all who longed for his appearing” (2 Timothy 2:6-8).
More so, Mother, I see you happily waving and saying: “Lord now let thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word for my eyes have seen thy salvation” (Nune Dimittis).
Mother I thank God for knowing and having associated with you. I shall forever cherish memories of you.
Mother, to God be the Glory. Great things He had done in your life. Fare thee well Mother Vivian. Thank you, Rest In Perfect Peace and Rise In Glory.


Priest of the St. Andrew Anglican Church


Now the laborer’s task is over
Now the battle day is past
Now upon the farther shore
Lands the voyager at last
Father in the glamourous keeping
Leave we now thy servant sleeping

We cannot describe in words the pain and shock that run through our marrow when your sudden demise was announced to us.
Here lies the mortal remains of a strong, virtuous, loving and caring mother. To us, you were not just a patron but a mother. Some will describe their patrons to be good, others will say better but to us you were the best of best. You were a gracious and humble woman, always full of smiles and a true Christian, who served her Maker with her whole being. She provided whatever practical advice or assistance, she was always punctual when we needed her and her words of advice encouraged us. She often said: “Have faith in God and keep on praying.” After monthly offering, she’d say: “But you were not the least. God will provide in his own time.” Her Christmas cakes we will forever miss.
Fare thee well. God be with you till we meet again.
Yaa wor jogbann. Da yie



Tribute from St. Andrew Anglican Church

“For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labour for me…My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better.” Phil. 1: 21 – 23

It is said that life is one big candle, once lit, it must surely diminish and so die. Again the world is a stage and we are all required to play our various parts. Slowly but surely the scene comes to an end, we make an exit and the curtain is drawn.
To what must we compare death, which lurks on life’s treacherous paths, confounding the living with surprises that leave the widower and the orphan wondering why life can be so cruel?
Death has claimed yet another price: Sister Vivian Wosornu has breathed her last. Our dear departed Sister was inducted into the St. Andrew Club, in February 2011. Though she joined the Club at her older age, yet she was active at meetings and other activities. She was a member of good standing. Gentle and noble in all that she did, Sister Vivian was compassionate, genuine and true to all who came her way.
We were shocked and saddened by the news. But, we were quick to remind ourselves that is it only the Lord who knows when the “hour” would come.
What shall we say to our Sister, now sleeping? Looking at her mortal remains, she seems to be saying: “Do not grief for me, for now I am free. I am following the path that God laid for me. I took His hands when I heard Him call.”
As we mourn our Sister, we remember her kindness, love and her smile for us all. May this simple, blessed life be a shining example to follow.
May the Good Lord continue to be a source of great consolation to the husband, family as well as friends and associates she has left behind.
We your brothers and sisters of St. Andrew Club bid you farewell. May your soul rest in Peace with the Lord. AMEN


ST. ANDREW CLUB in the Anglican Church


It is very difficult for me to pay a tribute to a loving Mum and a very true sister in Christ. I always affectionately called her Mum.
Mum, you always told me about wherever you were going. But, this eternal journey you were now taking, you didn’t tell me. I have been looking for you but couldn’t see you. I looked at where you usually sat but you were no longer to be found. I called you but you didn’t respond. I can’t hear your voice and speech any more.
You were the person described in Proverbs 18:24 “Some friendships do not last, but some friends are more loyal than brothers”
Whatever you did during your stay on this earth, you tried to promote the Kingdom of God. I will forever miss you. But, I do believe that you are resting in the bosom of Abraham. I also take consolation in the Lord that you are not dead but you still live on. It is only that I no longer see you physically.
Maa, sleep in the perfect peace of the loving arms of our Good Lord.


In loving memory of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu


"Thy way not mine O Lord
However dark it be
Lead me by thine own hand
Choose out the path for me."
(A&M 265)

You never said goodbye. You never said you were leaving. You were gone before we knew it. And God knows why.
Mrs. Alice Vivian Wosornu (affectionately called Mother Vivian), joined the St. Andrew Anglican Church, Abossey-Okai over four decades ago. She was indeed a staunch and proud Anglican who was very committed to her Maker. It was not surprising when she competed for and won elections in 2003 as a member of both Synod and Parochial Church Council (PCC). She was re-elected several times and until her demise, she was still a member of both. At the last elections, some members of Council tried to convince her to step down because of age but she refused. Her reason was that she ought to serve her Maker till death. Indeed she served her maker until she breathed her last.
By her desire to serve God, she and three others were selected to attend a course at the Diocesan Ministerial Training School (DMTS), Osu. Subsequently, they were commissioned as Chalice Assistants in March 2006.
Mother Vivian was always on the altar assisting to administer to Holy Communion. You dare not say: “Mum, you are limping, kindly sit back and let the young ones help.”
She was always at Council meetings and made meaningful contribution during deliberations. When there are heated debates, you will hear her soft voice saying: “Enough is enough! Let consensus and brotherly love prevail.”
She was also a Lay Reader and a Lay Preacher. She regularly preached on Tuesdays and Wednesdays during the daily morning Mass and the afternoon Mediations, especially at Lent. Mother Vivian will be remembered on Good Fridays during mediation on the Seven Words on the Cross because she was a regular preacher on those occasions
Mother Vivian, your death is indeed a big blow and irreparable loss to the Anglican Church. We take consolation from Romans 14:8. “For whether we live, we live unto the lord; and whether we die, we die unto the lord: whether we live therefore, or die we are the Lords.”
A&M 575, 7th stanza reads: “So when the friends we love the best, Lie in their churchyard bed, we must not cry too bitterly, over the happy death.”
Mother till we meet again, we join Apostle Paul to say: “You have fought the good fight, and have finished the race, and have kept the faith.”



In loving memory of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu: By DAILY MORNING MASS GROUP

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. From now on there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge will give me on that day, and not only me but also to all who have longed for his appearing.” 2 Timothy 4:7 & 8
“Ta kpakpa ler miwu, foidamo ler mida migbe naa, hemokeyeli ler mihie mli tswe. No ni eshwe ni ka shi ha mi ji jale akekre ler, ni Nuntso ni ji jaler kojolo ler baaha mi yer nakai gbi ler no ler, ni jee mikome ebaaha shi mong mei blubuu ni sumoo epuemo ler.”
Mother, Mama, Maa, Auntie, Yoo’mo (a name which she didn’t want to hear) as we affectionately called her was Mrs Vivian Wosornu. She could neither be said to be an extrovert nor introvert, friendly nor arrogant as she displayed the Daily Mass Group, greater love in her relationship toward members, rich or poor, old or young. She even had friends among the kindergarten pupils who would run to her whenever they saw her.
Mother reached a certain stage in life that her whole life was dominated by the worship and service to God. Thus she focused on keeping the faith to achieve that crown of righteousness. She never bothered about whatever comments were made about her in the pursuit of this singular agenda. She therefore always advised us (members) to follow suit.
Mother used to drive daily from Abelemkpe to Abossey Okai which is quite a distance to attend Daily Morning Mass. She did it through the dark and sometimes even in the rain. This encouraged those of us living around the vicinity of our church not to relent in our effort in doing so.
Members would also be reminded the following: (This still resonates in our memory:
a. Mother cautioned us against waywardness. She’d add since she could not stand the sun’s heat on earth, imagine how much more that of the heat associated with hell. We should all strive to meet in heaven where we are expected to experience joy, peace and happiness for eternity. She’d find it distressing if anyone of us to missed out in heaven.

b. Always reminding us about “shwane soomo” reference to Wednesday Afternoon Meditation fixing of all, she would not tolerate responding to her greeting nonchalantly either during “peace session”, or after closing or her gaze towards certain people in particular.

c. Further and worse of all, Mother would immediately draw your attention by continuously holding your hand for a while and saying in a polite manner with a smile “Kwermor mihie.’ Meaning: “Look at my face’. It has therefore become the practice among members when we are greeting each other at Daily Morning Mass. This is a habit which forges companionship and unity among members. A legacy which Mother has bequeathed to us which will remain with us now and future generations.

We therefore expect everyone in this gathering to practise this when we get to the exchange of PEACE during the service this morning in her memory.
Sister Angie will now lead us to sing one of her favourite songs
Maa, yaawor odzogbann
Mama, Damirifa due



A tribute from Ghanaian Mothers’ Hope, Inc. to a virtuous woman, Vivian Wosornu.

“She opens her hand to the poor,
and reaches out her hands to the needy. ………
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
Proverbs 31 (20, 28 & 29)
In 2005, Debi Frock, Founder of the Ghanaian Mother’s Hope (GM Hope) contacted the Mothers Union of St. Andrews Anglican Church and asked them to join this new Non-Profit Organization in building pre-schools. Auntie Vivian, as she was affectionately known by all the members of GM Hope team, was one of the first to say yes.
Vivian became one of the founding members of the GM Hope Board of Directors on the Ghanaian side of the Atlantic. She was instrumental in keeping our projects rolling. If someone needed a ride to one of our villages to check on construction, Vivian would immediately offer her car and driver. She gave generously and willingly of her heart to the children we serve.
She and Ladé (her husband) graciously opened their home every summer to host a special dinner for GM Hope team members. She spent hours cooking a special meal, paying strict attention to the dietary requirements of the American teams. Often, our teams consisted of teenagers. Auntie Vivian made them feel comfortable and welcomed. Her smile was infectious. Her hugs made you want to stay in her loving arms.
“Auntie Vivian, I was always stunned and flattered when you said you looked at me as a mentor. Truly, you were a mentor for me. Your graciousness, your willingness to share your resources, your time and your wisdom will never be forgotten. Anytime I begin to look at a new program, I am reminded of the conversation we had on the beach one day. You warned me to stay focused on the children. I must not get distracted by issues or people that would pull us away from our true mission, to serve the children of Ghana by providing education. I will forever miss your friendship, your smile and your encouragement. Ghanaian Mother’s Hope thanks you for the pre-schools, the primary school, a playground, the health center, a nurse’s residence, 5,000 children with better health and 500 children who have learned to read English-- all because you cared. Auntie, I will always love you.”
(Debi Frock, Founder, Ghanaian Mother’s Hope)
A prayer of thanksgiving:
Almighty God, gracious and loving heavenly Father, we thank you for the life and faith, the vision and wisdom of your daughter and our friend, Vivian. Thank you for designing our paths to cross, and for our friendship and partnership in the gospel as we served the children of Ghana together. We thank you that Vivian is a child of your own choosing, a lamb of your own flock, and that she now rests from her labors. As you bless her in heaven, please continue to bless our work on earth, and most especially, our work with the children of Ghana. We ask this in Jesus name, and in the power of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
From all the Members, Board of Directors, Ghanaian Mother’s Hope in the U.S. and Ghana.




“Divine Mercy, Jesus I trust in You.” This world is not our home. We’re just passing through. Heaven is our eternal home and therefore we must work towards it.
The sad news of the sudden death of Mrs. Alice Vivian Wosornu reached us on Sunday morning 22nd October 2017. It was a very big blow to us the “Divine Mercy, Jesus I trust in You group”. It was unexpected to us because we met and had our usual prayer meeting barely two days earlier, on Friday 20th October. After that we sung together, and wished her happy birthday in advance because we know that we wouldn’t get the chance to do so on the D-day, her 81st birthday. This was because we know that she goes for retreat on her birthdays.
In response, Mum, you told us that you wished that each one of us could attain higher numbers of age. In unison we asked: “Who must have told you that you were ending it all at this time?” We departed, hoping to meet you on Sunday in style. Little did we know that that was the last time we were seeing and talking to you.
Mum, it was you who founded this prayer group “Divine Mercy Jesus, I Trust in You”. You were a strong pillar and very supportive in all areas. How then can we ever erase your memory from our minds, especially during Divine Mercy Novena and feast periods? Never!
Indeed we have lost a great Mum. With your soft and gentle voice, Mum, you handled us with maturity. Mum, how could we comprehend and decipher the future plans you have for the group now that you have joined the Lord your maker, a situation you had been really and ever-ready prepared for? Those of us, the members remaining in the group, hereby promise and assure you that, by the grace of God, we shall continue to keep the light aflame. Mum, you endeavored to lead a well fulfilled life. But, we didn’t expect you to leave us so soon.
“Day and moments quickly flying.
Blend the living with the dead
soon will you and I be lying
each within our narrow bed.”

Brethren, friends loved ones, colleagues, stewards, Christ’s soldiers we’re nothing for today that we’re here, for tomorrow we’re gone. Let us leave worldly things behind and press on to the goal so that in unity we increase in God’s will.
Mum, well done! Ayeekoo! You will be fondly remembered by all. Good Night. Maa, REST IN PERFECT PEACE.

Mr. Koufie, Mr. Mensah, Uncle Ayikofi Ammah, Enoch Acquaye, Gideon Quaye, Mrs. Rebecca Martey, Mrs. Naomi Nettey, Felicia Tagoe, Elfreda Addo and Adelaide Laryea.

Members of Divine Mercy

A rare gift from God

"A rare gift from God
Good people pass away.
The Godly often die before their time.
But no one seems to care or wonder why
No one seems to understand
That God is protecting them from the evil to come.
For those who follow godly paths
Will rest in peace when they die.”
( Isaiah 57:1-2)
You were such an incredible mother, sister and friend. It is difficult to put into words how much you mean to us and how much we will miss you, especially your fruitful sermons on Good Fridays and your delicious cakes to the Guild on all festive occasions. Your positive perspective strengthened us. We have lost a protector and provider for many.
You were a loving testimony of faith every single day of your life here on earth.
Auntie Vivian was always given to prayer for her family, church and friends just as the word of God instructed. She never put the material things of life above her relationship with God and was always ready to help anybody in need. She was an honest loving mother who always did her best to make someone happy regardless of the circumstances.
“Through all the changing scenes of life, in trouble and in joy; the praises of my God shall still: My heart and tongue employ”.
You were affable, sociable, kind and loving. Auntie Vivian was a committed Christian who served the Lord with all her heart. She always had a broad smile. Such was the life of our departed mother and patron whom we celebrate this day. We thank the good Lord for her life as she exits this world to eternity and join the celestial choir to praise her Maker forever.
Auntie Vivian, may your journey be a safe and smooth passage.
Till we meet again, fare thee well.



Tribute from St. Andrew Anglican Church

Life of a man is very short just like a passing cloud. You see it now, and shortly thereafter, it is gone. Life of a man is like vapour; it quickly disappears in the air. Life of a man is like water poured on the ground. It takes any form but when the wind blows over it, then it is dried up and seen no more. Life of a man is like a candle lighted which cannot stand in the blowing of the wind.
As we affectionately referred to her, Mum was a member of the Wednesday Afternoon Meditation Group. She was very supportive and hardly ever missed a session. She was a leader interceding for others. In fact Mum’s first home is the house of God. She was always communicating with her maker.
Mum was loveable, generous and had good sense of humour. She was always there to give a helping hand secretly. Death has snatched from us sweet Maa, dear sister and a good friend.
Good sister and friend, you played your part well. Though it is sad and very painful to leave us, we also celebrate you for who and what you were.
Sister, fare thee well. Good night dear one.



Tribute from the Presbyterian Church

“For none of us lives to himself alone, and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; if we die, we die to the Lord. So whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.” (Romans 14: 7 & 8.)
Even though death is inevitable, little did we foresee that our mother and sister, Mrs. Alice Vivian Wosornu, would leave so soon, especially as we did not hear of any illness? Truly, God has conceals from humans when death would strike. Oh, what an awesome Almighty God!
Mrs. Wosornu (Mama) would accompany Professor Ladé Wosornu, her husband to church service at the Rev. Max Dodu Memorial Presbyterian Church where he worships. Later on, this became fairly regular and she continued even when her husband returned to his base in Saudi Arabia as he often did.
For over thirty years, Mama had become a mother to many in our church. She was there for the sick and the lonely. She also supported us in various ways during annual church harvests.
Professor Ladé Wosornu is a member of the Wednesday born family of the church. Mama Vivian was passionate about the Group and participated in its activities as much as any of the committed members. She made the time to attend meetings and learn the songs composed specially those to be sung on our mini-harvest days. She would call members on the phone to discuss new ideas and approaches. It was therefore no wonder that the Wednesday Group always had new ideas on board for its mini-harvests and also held on to the first position for many years.
Mama Vivian’s rich knowledge and experience on a range of church issues, her soft voice and cool disposition made her a pleasant and noble personality to work with. She always preferred to be in the background.
As a church and as individuals, our contact with Mrs. Alice Vivian Wosornu reminds us of three important values of a Christian: commitment, selflessness and ecumenical relationship at the personal level. Mama Vivian was a true-blue Anglican. However, she also understood and fully accommodated the Presbyterian Church.
Mrs. Wosornu, the news of your demise was received with shock. Thank you for being there for us.
Mama Vivian, have a peaceful rest in the bosom of the Lord till we meet again.
Yaawor Jogbann



Tribute from In-Laws

“….I am a woman phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me...” (Maya Angelou)

Phenomenal is exactly who you were and what you emanated. With your meek and quiet spirit, you undeniably left an indelible mark on everyone’s life.

From the day you and I first met, you accepted me wholeheartedly with your warm and reassuring smile. From thereon, you became a mother and a friend to me. You called me your angel and that always put a smile on my face. You understood all the challenges I faced as a young wife and mother. As I grew and matured in both roles, your guiding presence and nurturing arms made sure I always got things right. Your constant unwavering responses after our chats were: “Let us pray about it. We thank God. God will make a way.” And, you always signed off phone calls with: “God bless you”. You could not over emphasize the importance of having a relationship with God.

As I watched you over the years, you did not just talk the talk but you walked the Godly walk of faith. You taught me to endure and trust in God even when I found it difficult to do so and you showed me by true living example how to rely, depend and lean on God in all times.

I still can’t believe it. I feel numb. Each thought of you gone always gives me the chills. If I am struggling to come to terms with it, how do I explain these things to Kormie? What do I say to him? You left two weeks before his birthday. Do you know? After wishing him happy birthday, Kormie’s next question was “How is Grandma?” Three times he asked the same question. And, each time I didn’t know what to say.

Simone and Sheyni miss you already. Even these little ones know that something is amiss and in time will come to understand.

Yes, you have gone to a beautiful place where there is only joy. But you have left behind a lot of aching hearts. Nonetheless, we are gathered here today to celebrate you. You consecrated your life to do God’s work and this was evident by your dedication to the church. To this we can only aspire.

It was a blessing to be your daughter-in-law. Thank you for being there in the good times and the bad. You were a rock and a source of strength and you will forever live in my heart.

Fare thee well…From your angel.


In-Law of Mrs. Alice Vivian Naa Dedei Wosornu

To our Granny, mummy and auntie Vivian

We had the shock of our lives as the news of your gracious passing got to us on that fateful Sunday morning. Like everyone else we were shocked to our very bone marrows, since this news was not expected.
Thinking of your passing brings chills and goose pimples all over our bodies.
Even though you were our granny, we affectionately called you mummy or auntie Vivian. We have lost a grandma who is a specialist…. Who had special gifts;
She cared about everybody and helped out with everything that concerns us.
She was a specialist in kindness, generosity and care-giving.
Auntie Vivian, was a unique and a great teacher with very few words; actions speak volumes than words. Such was the teaching skills mummy possessed.
Mummy was a super organizer…... we can’t put down how auntie Vivian organised Linda’s wedding…. All we can say is, it was super classy. We the guys were waiting our turn to get grandma to bring alive once again that unique wedding organizing skills but alas, God called her to rest before our time...
Mummy lifts up all my babies naming ceremonies. Her contagious smiles were all over the place and everyone get excited with her warm gestures.
Auntie Vivian, mummy, thank you for everything…... Auntie Vivian ONE BIG thank you for all the THANK YOUS, I am supposed to say before you were called by our Good Lord Almighty.

Our piece is a tribute, a thank you note, an eulogy and a journal entry to the world to know want a great woman our mummy, our auntie Vivian and our granny was.

May God Keep you well… Demrefa dwe, Dwe mummy!

Linda, Lenny and Lesley

Grand Children