First he was my lecturer, became my friend, a mentor and an older brother!
PR, as I called him, believed in me more than I believed in myself. He was super supportive and encouraging.
He was the only lecturer I could discuss anything under the sun with, even as a student. He gave me a locum position in his clinic when I was a house-officer. When I wanted to embark on postgraduate training outside the shores of Ghana he was the one I discussed it with, and he advised appropriately. He’ll always give me a call to check up on me whenever he was in the UK, and whenever I was in Ghana he’d say “Oko … we have to meet” and meet we will.
PR knew my mother, grandmother, grand aunties…literally the whole extended family because he became their family physician and friend.
When I entertained the idea of settling in Ghana a few years back he said “Oko, UCCSMS will be a good place for you…apply” and I did. That was the beginning of my relationship with the UCC medical school where I am an adjunct senior lecturer.
We spoke on my last visit a year ago and he kept reminding me to hurry and come back to Ghana. Never in my wildest imagination did I think it would be the last time I’d hear his voice and laughter.
PR, it was privilege to know you, but, I am terribly distraught… you left too soon.
May you rest in perfect peace till we meet again!