Charity and I attended the same University of Science and Technology in Ghana. We knew each other from a distance, but it wasn’t until 1996 when I was Officer Commanding the 491 Engineer Squadron at the 37 Military Hospital, where she worked as a doctor that we truly met. We married in 1998, and for 28 years we walked through life together. That is long enough to truly know a person, not just at their best, but in moments that are difficult, uncertain, and demanding.

When she knew what needed to be done, she didn’t hesitate. She moved decisively, confidently—and more often than not, she was right. She had a way of cutting through doubt and getting to the heart of things. I saw that clearly when I faced one of the hardest decisions of my life—whether to resign from the Armed Forces as a Captain. It meant leaving behind a life I understood and a role I was proud of. It was not easy. But she saw what I could not see. With clarity, honesty, and persistence, she guided me. That decision changed the course of my life—and today, I know it was the right one. That was who she was. Not just strong for herself—but strong for us. TRIBUTE BY HUSBAND She was direct. She was competitive. She never pretended to be anything she wasn’t. Her honesty, though sometimes blunt, was always real and always came from a good place. One of the things I admired most about her was her discipline. She believed that just because you can afford something does not mean you must have it immediately. She lived that principle every day

She was deeply grounded in the life we built together. She took pride in our home-in creating something stable, warm, and real. That sense of home… came from her. And of course, we cannot talk about Charity without talking about food. She was an exceptional cook. She could take almost anything and turn it into something nutritious and delicious. Sometimes she would see something briefly online or on television and before long, it would appear on our table, beautifully prepared. Honestly, I used to think… if she ever entered “MasterChef”, the rest of the contestants should probably just go home early. Cooking was not a chore for her. It was joy. It was how she expressed care and love. In her world, a gathering without good food was simply incomplete—and she made sure no one left hungry. She was also a devoted mother to Joel. She guided him, taught him, and prepared him—not just in big things, but even in everyday life. And today, I take comfort in knowing that part of her lives on in him. I stand here today not only remembering my wife, but recognising how deeply she shaped my life. I am grateful for her strength. I am grateful for her wisdom. And above all, I am grateful that I had the privilege of walking through life beside her for 28 years.

Charity… You were my partner, my constant, my home. And I love you. Until we meet again, may your soul rest peacefully in the gracious arms of our Heavenly Father. And may His Presence comfort and strengthen all of us, as we carry forward the love and memories you have left with us.