Barbara Mahama's Tribute to late husband

Yo, what was for breakfast” was the last message I sent you on Monday at 9:12 am after we spoke at 6am and you said you were going to have your bath. For the first time in my life, I experienced a ripping heart on Monday night, I woke up to throw up, I had tummy issues too, I just felt sick. Maxwell, I am standing here amongst a crowd, but not to give communication tips, not to come out with a research finding, not to talk about Kindle Ghana Foundation but to read a letter to you because you chose to go to heaven and rest. How you pushed me to be successful. You would say things like “B, do a research, don’t let your only research be your thesis, B, when are you writing a book, B, I am waiting for you to get a good job so that my pay can relax for one year”. I don’t regret many things my love. You wanted us to enjoy life and be happy. We always joked about poverty being a disease since it restricts people. We had plans my king, many many plans!. But when...