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BY: Elizabeth Ohene
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Thirty years ago, on June 3, 1991, my father, Stephen Kwasi Ohene, died. I am writing about him because I believe he typifies the many people who built Ghana by simply doing what they knew to be right and their stories hardly ever get told.
How do I explain my father to an audience of today? He was strict, of course, but everybody’s father in those days was strict. His yeah was his yeah and his nay was his nay. He never, ever arrived late to any function in his life.
He was passionate about the environment way back then when it wasn’t fashionable, but he appeared to champion non-fashionable causes.