Are you really funny if your humour doesn't cut across the class spectrum? What you know about your azonto chic hitting you with "Wo ho yɛ anika oo", while your sophisticated babe remarks "aren't you a hoot" as she guffaws?
My mom’s older brother passed away a few years ago. He was the quiet type. Lived in the same modest house for decades. Wore old flannels. Fixed his own car. No one ever thought of him as “well off.”
After he died, we learned he had been buying small life insurance policies over the years. Not for himself. For his nieces and nephews.
In his will, he left each of us a payout that would only be released for one thing: education, starting a business, or a down payment on a first home.
No speeches. No “remember me” letter. Just paperwork and signatures.
Turns out he had also been anonymously paying for one cousin’s trade school tuition when their parents couldn’t afford it. None of us knew.
He never posted about helping anyone. Never brought it up at dinner.
He just quietly positioned the next generation a few steps ahead.
Sometimes love looks like preparation no one sees coming.