TRIBUTE FROM BLEOOBII ’76
TO THE LATE PROF. JACOB PLANGE-RHULE
Prof, is how all Ghana and the Medical fraternity across the globe call you now.
That is the manifestation of how you have affectionately touched those you’ve come across in your life’s journey.
Among us the classmates however. we affectionately call you “Scrotata”. Let no one ask why.
Professor Jacob Plange-Rhule. A Gentleman’s Gentleman. A distinguished Medical Doctor with a heart of gold. Humble and very caring. A Teacher, Brother, Uncle, Father, an extraordinary personality who leaves a mark on whomever he comes across.
We got so used to you, we knew you’ll always be there for us so it was okay to always say “Oh I’ll call you tomorrow”. You never said “No”; I’ll look into it and get back to you”, were your usual parting words on the phone.
You were always eager to help any and every one of us, yourmates, anytime we had any medical and other issues, more soas we all got older. Prof, despite your busy and hectic schedule, you would still receive us in your office and hear us out.
These are some of the stories from fellow classmates: –
Can’t believe we’re not meeting up again, can’t believe we’re not going to play our Sunday golf game again- Opo Kede.
This Life has constantly tested our joy, tossed our happinessinto the wild and sometimes, slipped us into the unknown oblivion of sorrow, pain, mourning and weeping. The news of your departure heralded such moments. We were utterly heart–broken when we learnt about your tragic and untimely demise
The sudden death of our true friend and dear brother JacobPlange-Rhule, with whom we enjoyed childhood memories from 1971 when we first met to start our lifelong friendship as Classmates in Accra Academy is one that has left us only intears, sorrow, perpetual mourning and an irreplaceable loss! We shall forever cherish the fond memories of those days of cream-shirted young boys to the Green-shirted Big Boys in Sixth Form and your artistic skills in the class room and dribbling antics on the football pitch, not forgetting your passion for hockey.
But sometimes life has a cruel way of picking out those thingslike how the wind picks out the petals of an emerging flower; breaking them up into bits and throwing them about. us into bins.
Now when you’re broken, it is very difficult to feel special again. Sadly, but true, most of us have been broken and lost many times in our lives, but such special people in our lives have been able to reach out , picked us up and made us whole again. If it was up to us alone, we would have never been able to do that. And this is why having great people like Professor Plange-Rhule, meant so much to us, no matter how broken, or how lost we become, he was able to fix us back together.
Even though our hearts have been filled with pain, eyes filled with tears and we feel helpless since your demise, we find solace in what the song writer said; –
‘When peace like a river attended my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll,
whatever my lot thou hath taught me to say; –
it is well, it is well with my soul’.
Jacob was a noble man who was remarkable, knowledgeable,clothed with excellence, down-to-earth and a true statesman who served humanity with passion in and outside hisprofessional career.
Today, we do not only mourn a human being a hero, a statesman, a family–man, true friend, a dear brother and a remarkable Professor of medicine. You have been a great inspiration to all of us Bleoobii ‘76 and a motivation to all who knew you; both in social and professional circles.
Right from Accra Academy through to Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology and till your untimely demise, you remained a core part of our lives, as ourfriendship graduated into brotherhood.
As a class prefect way back in Accra Academy, you proved your leadership and also served as the pillar, pace-setter and the team leader who ensured that all issues pertaining to academic and administrative queries were addressed in a timely fashion. You never took fun out of life. Sadly, death has taken you from your family, your loved ones, your colleagues and your friends and medical fraternity. It is really difficult to believe you are gone; to believe we cannot have our usual memorable talks and to imagine that you will nomore be with us at our end-of year get-together which comes with infectious laughter and happiness. It is really difficult to believe anything about your death!
But in all, we give thanks to God for your life. What WeBleoobii ’76 mates can say is, we lost you, but God has found you. It is our fervent hope, utmost wish and sincere prayer that Yahweh himself will ensure a peaceful repose of your noble soul.
Prof, everything happens for a reason, we dare not question the will of God. In all of this: wish your wife Gyikua, the Children and the rest of the family our heartfelt condolences and commit to stand by them as you did for all of us.
You will never be forgotten.
Jacob Plange-Rhule. May you rest in father Abraham’s bosom till we meet again. May God grant you a Perfect Peaceful Resttill we meet again. Damirifa Due Plange-Rhule!!!