A year has come round already. We appreciate Professor Plange-Rhule even more. One of my fondest memories of “Uncle P.K” was at his home, which fast became the family house in Kumasi. My sister and I so looked forward to our vacations there. As kids, we were terrified of the “mad man walking on the street corner of the house”, “the snakes hiding in the bushes”, and “the robbers at night”. With all these figures in our minds, we often grappled with sleep in childish fear. All this was accentuated– but shortly relieved– early one morning when Uncle P.K, pretending to be some sort of ogre, dragged his feet and scraped his way to our crowded bedroom, growling and jeering. We were petrified. As he slowly opened the creaking door, we expected the worst, but then this warm peal of laughter resounded and he popped out from behind the door, grinning. We were deeply and dramatically relieved, and from then on, had a sense of reassurance that he was fully aware of our fears, wanted us to start finding them funny, and was thus helping dispel them. This charming humour and playfulness were an integral part of the Uncle P.K. we were all familiar with, as cousins vacationing under his roof. I am sure this facet of his character and the blessing it brought others will be sorely missed.
Guillaume and Dionne