O Herman, my Little Pet, Nnutsor as I affectionately called you, my dear wonderful son who I could count on for protection from anything that would make me feel insecure after the death of your father, Nii Tettey! I never dreamt I would live to experience such a big slap.
A mother should not have to bury her son.
But that has been my lot.
This test imposed on me, like Job, would not shake my faith in the God I worship and adore. I know you would not have left me if He had not-I am convinced-needed you for higher service in His presence.