TRIBUTE TO LATE BLEOOBI PROFESSOR JACOB PLANGE-RHULE BY BLEOOBI LOUIS NORTEY “Just a minute more, Cee Rhule, just a minute more”, I said when I heard of your demise. But all that followed was a loud silence. What I have once enjoyed deeply I can never forget as all that I love deeply becomes a part of me. Goodbyes, they say, are only for those who love with their eyes because with those who love with their heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation.
I have known Prof. Jacob Plange-Rhule for many years; since our student days at Accra Academy. We continued to KNUST where his friends became my friends and vice-versa.
I found Cee Rhule, as I affectionately called him, very reliable and supportive. These attributes I later found to be due to three profound lessons he learnt very early in his formative years.
Firstly, Cee Rhule grew up with his senior brother, a very strict disciplinarian who taught at Accra Academy. One day, Cee Rhule was sent to go and buy newspapers. After he had bought the newspapers, he joined a few boys to play football nearby so he returned home very late with the newspapers. Upon his arrival home he was asked to go back to continue playing the football. It took the intervention of family members and neighbors to bring him back home. Therein lies his first lesson that one has to be focused and disciplined in whatever you set your mind to do.
Secondly, his brother who he stayed with had a contract to build wardrobes for the newly built estates at Dansoman in the 1970s. His brother would take him in the morning and put him in one of the houses to help out by fixing the locks and putting little finishing touches to the wardrobes. He would stay there the whole day, working alone. The next day he would be put in another house to continue with the routine. Here he learnt another lesson, that there is no substitute to hardwork. Cee Rhule was a performer, he always walked his talks.
Thirdly, during his postgraduate studies outside the country, he came across two people who were associated with Accra Academy and they became his family during his studies. One was a former Hall Prefect and the other a relation to his former senior mate. He learnt here to cherish and grow institutions one is associated with and particularly be nice to people who came your way because they could inadvertently become your family later. These three lessons shaped who Cee Rhule was ; very focused, hardworking and affable.
In the past year 2019, our paths crossed many a time as we both gave away our daughters in marriage. He supported me and I did the same for him. This past February, he had to leave Kumasi early one morning to be present at a ceremony which I hosted in Dansoman, of which he did with no complaints. What a reliable and supportive friend i had in Cee Rhule!
“Good men die but in death, their legacy begins”. Death has ended your life but not our relationship. Every exit is also an entry elsewhere and I am comforted by the fact that this time it is to heaven, for eternal rest.
Cee Rhule, I shall miss you dearly. Rest in the perfect peace of our maker. Amen