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When cometh another Felix?–Tribute to a bosom friend

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“When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.

I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you’ve given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I travelled on alone.

So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must,
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It is only for a while we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.

I won’t be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.

Though you can’t see or touch me, I will be near.
And if you listen with your heart, you’ll hear,
All my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you come this way alone,
I’ll greet you with a smile and a ‘Welcome Home.’ ”

― Robert Bryndza 

I am heartbroken by the loss of my bosom friend which occurred about five weeks ago. I am, however, honoured to have the opportunity to reflect on his life today.

Indeed, readers, it is very important that we acknowledge and fully experience the emotions of this moment, on which I have earmarked to say goodbye to Felix Ameni Annoh-Quarshie, my companion, my soul mate and my confidant.

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It is fascinating to note that my good friend Felix might have foreseen his call to eternity before it actually occurred. As a Realist and a mystic man, I believe so, because of what my friend and brother said to me about three-quarters of a year ago.

Uncharacteristic of him, Felix stormed my office unannounced early this year with the intention of coming to congratulate me on my elevation to the position of the Editor of The Spectator last November. I recalled, vividly, something intriguing happened when he entered my new office, and I now comprehend why he did so.

At the time, I was writing a tribute of a senior colleague journalist who had passed on the eve of Christmas day, last year. Strangely, Felix walked straight to where I was sitting, ignoring my beckoning to him to sit, and corked his sharp-looking eyes at the screen of my desktop computer for a brief period.

Unexpected of him, he quietly but emotionally said: “Kwapay (as l am affectionately called), if I go (die) before you go, please, write the same intro for me in your tribute, ‘wati’.” “Why?” I asked. “Because, the poem you used as the intro for your colleague is very insightful, very discerning and very deep,” he replied with a baritone voice. I swiftly retorted, “You’re not going to die anytime soon, bro.” But, he insisted, and I gave him a weak nod.

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As if by design, today, Felix’s body lies motionless at a funeral home at Haatso in Accra, awaiting burial at the Madina Cemetery next Saturday.

Felix came into my life about 45 years ago, and the first day we met, in Accra, instantly, we realised it was going to be a long journey of intimate friendship. Little wonder, we found ourselves living as neighbours at Madina a few years later. It was semi-detached apartments belonging to his mother. My parents had moved in from Burma Camp; he had relocated from a bungalow situated near Sankara Circle, where his father and stepmother, both senior police officers, and his siblings resided. Sincerely, I didn’t know it was his family property until the day he moved in to join his mother, a retired staff of the University of Ghana, Legon.

Hence, our friendship gained roots, very solid and firm to the extent that we were even sharing the same room. I nicknamed him ‘Adjei Koti’, because his Sankara-based parents were police officers; he nicknamed me ‘Kwapay’, claiming it was another name for Kwabena (we were both born on Tuesday), which I doubted, though, but accepted it to satisfy him.

Young Felix was a staff of Barclays Bank (now Absa Bank); I was a pupil teacher at Labone Preparatory School at Madina, but later enrolled at the Ghana Institute of Journalism in Accra, and passed out successfully to become a Sports Writer for Ghanaian Times. Felix introduced me to the driver of their staff bus that I was his younger brother, so he permitted me to board the bus to Sankara Circle and continued from there to New Times Corporation, near Kwame Nkrumah Circle, where I work to date.

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He was not a church fan, but I managed to convince him to join me to my church, Queen of Peace Catholic Parish at Madina Old Road every Sunday for first Mass. In spite of our busy schedule, we joined one of the Madina football teams, Islamic Stars and played in the Legon-Madina Football League at the third division level. He played centre back, because he was over six feet; I played right/left half back. The blend was fluid, and it was marvellous to watch us play.

As our friendship kept growing, it suffered a setback. I vividly recollect it was a rainy Saturday evening when my parents called us to announce their decision to relocate with me to an area near Ritz Junction, on the border between Madina and Adenta. The tears that flowed from our eyes upon receiving the ‘bad’ news was so infectious that, it even compelled my mother to shed tears also

It was a tragic time for Felix and I. So this friendship, the most important things we have had in our lives, was going to crash? The invaluable love and support we got from our friendship was about to collapse? These were the questions that popped up in our minds, and it was conspicuously reflected on our sad faces as we tried to cope with the news.

However, we had the belief that, it had been ordained by the oracle, that our friendship was never to be put apart, it could only happen temporarily, but not for long. The D-day finally came, and I left with my parents for our new place.

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Incredibly, a few weeks after our relocation, Felix relocated also to our area, about two minutes walk away from where we lived. Initially, my parents and I thought Felix was only joking, when he broke the news to us. But it was not an ‘April Fool’ statement he made.

Apparently, he had moved into his father’s new house, ahead of the rest of the family. We hugged each other immediately after the good news broke, and tears of joy flowed, reinforcing the bond of friendship that existed between the two of us

My narration cannot be complete, if I fail to recount how Felix decided to spend the rest of his life with Hetty, his dear wife. It all started when he was transferred to their Kotoka International Airport (KIA) branch. Hetty was a staff of M&J Travel and Tour at their KIA office. I joined Felix at the airport every working day, so we returned home together, because he worked late into the night. He worked until the last flight of the night arrived before he closed.

One evening, he expressed his intention of proposing to Hetty, if only I gave the green light. We agreed I scrutinise only her ‘vital statistics’ and give my findings and recommendation, because he knew her character already.

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Apparently, he knew her, because she was a school mate of his younger sister, Jemima. According to Felix, Hetty used to pay Jemima a visit at their Sankara residence, and got to know that she was a serious ‘Chrife’ just as his sister. So, the only confirmation he needed from me was whether her ‘vital statistics’ were standard. As an experienced examiner, I inspected thoroughly, and she got full marks. Highly motivated by the recommendation, Felix expressed interest in her which she agreed. They started a serious romantic relationship before Felix took her to the altar. Their marriage was blessed with two beautiful children, Felix Jnr and Janice.

Felix was an introvert but easy-going. I am extrovert and easy-going, too. He hardly shared his secrets with friends or family members, except me.

Certainly, it is very devastating when you lose a friend, who is so close to you, to death, the inevitable. The pain of losing Felix, a man so important and special to me, cannot be overstated. Indeed, death has unfairly torn us from our lives. But I would find some relief in the fact that others have gone through a similar bereavement, and have felt the same emotions I am experiencing at the moment. Maybe, that should inspire me to feel less alone.

As Robert Southey, a poet laureate, said: “The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.”

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So, rest in perfect peace, Felix, and may the Almighty God keep you in His bosom until the last days of resurrection when we shall meet again. Amen.

By Emmanuel Amponsah

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Disqualified – Part 3

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After church on Sunday, Afrakoma said a quiet prayer, asking for divine help in getting Beesiwa to agree to her suggestion. She and Beesiwa were mates in senior high school, and they both studied for the Diploma in Business Studies at Koforidua Polytechnic, and they obtained jobs with Madam Bruwaa, a big distributor of provisions and textiles, where they were offered modest salaries.

They both got jobs at the National Bank, but just when they started, the parents of a young man based in the US, Sam Abrokwa, approached Beesiwa’s parents to ask for her hand in marriage.

Although the parents knew each other and Beesiwa remembered Sam as her senior in basic school, she told her parents that she would only agree to marry him after getting to know him.

The two parents tried, but she flatly refused to marry a guy she had never met. Eventually, it was agreed that she would meet him when he came to Ghana for a brief visit, but she insisted that she would only go and join him some time after they had met.

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So they spoke on phone regularly, with Sam always expressing the desire to see her in the shortest possible time. Beesiwa, on the other hand, was polite and friendly, but reserved.

She quietly hoped that in due course, she would experience what would enable her to see her husband in him.

So it happened after some four months. Sam called to say that he had arrived in Koforidua, and would be calling on her in the afternoon. Beesiwa and her parents prepared a sumptuous meal for him, but he got to the house around 10pm, accompanied by two friends, obviously drunk. He apologized for his lateness, and after some 10 minutes asked Beesiwa to come with him to his house. Beesiwa said politely but firmly that she could not join him, and pleaded that they make it the following day.

 He was very irritated by that answer, but he eventually accepted to come back the following day. As she lay in bed, Beesiwa wondered whether there was any hope for a future with Sam. Which normal person, she said to herself, goes to meet his wife and in-laws for the first time drunk? Perhaps tomorrow would be different.

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Sam returned after 8pm the following day, a little sober but still drunk. He turned down the offer of a meal, and Beesiwa followed him to his home. A few minutes after offering her a seat, he turned on her, and started undressing her. Beesiwa started to object, but he flared up.                

“Hey! You are not going to play games with me, after the monies I have spent on you. Your parents asked for money on several occasions, and I sent it. So how dare you refuse me sex?” Absolutely shocked, Beesiwa quietly gave in, and after less than 10 minutes Sam turned on his side and, with a big smile on his face, fell asleep. Beesiwa managed to dress up, walk out of the house and call Afrakoma. Afrakoma turned up in a taxi and took her to her house, and she narrated her experience to her.                                                                                                               

“I can’t believe this. So your parents virtually sold you to him, and never told you?”                     “I don’t think I can face the two of them again. My own parents have given me the most violent experience of my life. I don’t want to see them again.”                                                                   

  “Take a shower Beesiwa, and try to get some sleep. I will go and see them tomorrow morning.”

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“Hello Afrakoma. How are you? Your friend went to her husband’s place yesterday. She may be back in a day or two.”

 “Actually, Ma, I came to discuss that with you and Daddy. I don’t need to sit down. Ma, Afrakoma went to Sam’s house with him reluctantly, because like yesterday, he was drunk.

As soon as they stepped in his room, he started removing her dress. When Beesiwa started to object, he told her that he had paid money to her parents, so she could not reject him.

She was so shocked that she just stayed silent and he slept with her. Fortunately he fell asleep, so she called me, and I went with a taxi to take her home.

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Forgive me Ma, but I think you and Daddy have treated Beesiwa, a beautiful virgin determined to have an honourable, marriage, in the most despicable fashion. I’m trying to be polite, but I don’t know what your financial need was, which enabled you to betray your own daughter this way.

For your information, I have sent a message to Sam that Beesiwa and I need to know how much money is owed to him, and my husband and I will support her to pay. Good morning.” As the two parents stood with their mouths open, she walked away.    

By Ekow de Heer

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Environmental stewardship is an act of worship: The Islamic response to climate change, environmental degradation (Part 3)

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Within the Ghanaian context, environmental degradation has reached alarming proportions.

The destruction of forests, pollution of major rivers, indiscriminate dumping of refuse, bushfires, coastal erosion, and rapid urban expansion continue to undermine public health, agricultural productivity, and economic resilience (Environmental Protection Agency Ghana, 2024).

Particularly concerning is the widespread contamination of water bodies through illegal mining activities, which has rendered several rivers unsafe for domestic use and increased the cost of water treatment. These realities illustrate the tangible consequences of fasād described in the Qur’an more than fourteen centuries ago.

Islam does not merely prohibit environmental destruction; it encourages believers to become agents of restoration (iṣlāḥ). The Qur’an consistently contrasts corruption with reform, calling believers to promote justice, preserve creation, and contribute positively to society.

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Environmental restoration through reforestation, river conservation, responsible waste management, and sustainable agriculture therefore constitutes an important dimension of iṣlāḥ.

Every effort to restore degraded ecosystems is not only a contribution to national development but also an act of obedience to Allah.

Understanding environmental degradation as fasād fundamentally reshapes the Muslim response to today’s ecological crises.

Pollution is no longer viewed merely as poor sanitation, nor deforestation as simply an economic issue. They become moral failures that violate humanity’s covenant as Khalifah and threaten the balance established by Allah.

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This ethical perspective provides a compelling foundation for addressing one of Ghana’s most pressing environmental challenges—illegal mining, commonly known as galamsey-which represents one of the clearest manifestations of environmental corruption in contemporary society.

Illegal mining (Galamsey): An Islamic and national crisis

Among the many environmental challenges confronting Ghana today, none has generated greater national concern than illegal small-scale mining, popularly known as galamsey.

Although mining has contributed significantly to Ghana’s economic development for decades, illegal mining has evolved into a major environmental, social, and governance crisis.

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The indiscriminate use of heavy machinery, excavation of farmlands, destruction of forest reserves, and pollution of rivers with mercury and other toxic substances have left lasting scars on the nation’s natural resources.

Beyond its environmental consequences, galamsey raises profound moral and ethical questions that demand reflection from an Islamic perspective.

Ghana continues to experience substantial forest loss due to illegal mining, illegal logging, agricultural expansion and human settlement.

The degradation of forest reserves weakens biodiversity conservation, reduces carbon sequestration, and increases vulnerability to climate-related disasters such as flooding and drought (Forestry Commission Ghana, 2024).

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The environmental cost of illegal mining is staggering. Rivers that once supplied clean drinking water and supported fishing communities have become heavily polluted. Productive agricultural lands have been rendered infertile, forests have been cleared indiscriminately, and biodiversity has suffered extensive loss.

These developments threaten food security, increase the cost of water treatment, reduce agricultural productivity, and compromise the health and livelihoods of millions of Ghanaians (United Nations Development Programme [UNDP], 2023; Environmental Protection Agency Ghana, 2024).

Climate resilience is also weakened by illegal mining. Forests serve as important carbon sinks, regulate rainfall patterns, protect watersheds, and reduce soil erosion. Their destruction accelerates land degradation and increases communities’ vulnerability to flooding and drought.

Consequently, the environmental damage caused by galamsey extends far beyond mining sites, affecting entire ecosystems and future generations.

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From an Islamic standpoint, such destruction constitutes a clear violation of humanity’s responsibility as Khalifah. Allah entrusted human beings with the care of the earth, not its reckless exploitation.

While Islam recognises the legitimacy of earning a lawful livelihood through commerce, agriculture, industry, and the responsible extraction of natural resources, these activities must be conducted within the limits of justice, public welfare, and environmental responsibility.

Economic benefit can never justify the destruction of Allah’s creation or the endangerment of human life.

The Qur’an repeatedly condemns those whose pursuit of worldly gain results in widespread destruction. Allah says, “And when he goes away, he strives throughout the land to cause corruption therein and destroy crops and animals.

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 And Allah does not like corruption” (Qur’an 2:205, Sahih International). Although revealed in a broader ethical context, this verse powerfully illustrates the destructive consequences of human greed.

The deliberate destruction of fertile land, vegetation, water bodies, and wildlife for short-term financial gain closely reflects the type of corruption condemned by the Qur’an.

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) established another enduring principle when he declared, “There should be neither harming nor reciprocating harm” (Sunan Ibn Majah, Hadith 2341; Al-Muwatta of Imam Malik, Hadith 1461).

This legal maxim (lā ḍarar wa lā dirār) has become one of the foundational principles of Islamic jurisprudence. It requires Muslims to avoid actions that cause unjustifiable harm to individuals or society.

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Illegal mining clearly violates this principle because its consequences extend far beyond those directly involved. Entire communities lose access to clean water, farmers lose their livelihoods, children face long-term health risks, and future generations inherit degraded ecosystems.

The crisis of galamsey also illustrates the relevance of the higher objectives of Islamic law (Maqāṣid al-Sharī’ah). The preservation of life (Hifz al-Nafs) is threatened when polluted rivers expose communities to toxic chemicals and waterborne diseases.

The preservation of wealth (Hifz al-Māl) is undermined through the destruction of farms, fisheries, and other sustainable sources of income. The preservation of intellect (Hifz al-‘Aql) is endangered by exposure to hazardous substances such as mercury, which can impair neurological development and cognitive function.

The preservation of lineage (Hifz al-Nasl) is compromised as environmental degradation jeopardises the health, livelihoods, and welfare of future generations. Even the preservation of religion (Hifz al-Dīn) is affected because Islam calls believers to uphold justice, fulfil trusts, and refrain from causing corruption on earth. Thus, galamsey undermines every major objective that Islamic law seeks to protect.

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The issue is not solely an environmental problem but also a governance challenge. Weak enforcement of environmental regulations, corruption, inadequate land-use planning, and economic hardship have all contributed to the persistence of illegal mining.

Ghana has enacted laws to regulate mining activities and protect the environment, including the Minerals and Mining

Act, 2006 (Act 703), as amended, and the Environmental Protection Act, 2025 (Act 1124).

Furthermore, Article 41(k) of the 1992 Constitution of Ghana places a civic duty on every citizen “to protect and safeguard the environment. Effective implementation of these legal frameworks requires political commitment, institutional integrity, and active public participation.

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