Once upon a time in the Republic of Uncommon Sense, even death needed clearance from the High Court.
Here, funerals are not quiet exits but state-sponsored festivals of fabric and feeling, where grief comes in colours and microphones are shared between priests, politicians, and people who once borrowed the deceased’s charger.
We do not merely bury our heroes — we premiere them.
So when Charles Kwadwo Fosu, the legendary Daddy Lumba, bowed out of life’s concert, Ghana did not mourn softly.
The nation adjusted its speakers and tuned in for a new drama:
“Widow Wars – The Final Mic.”
In the red corner stands Madam Akosua Serwaa Fosuh, wife by law and German registry, clutching a marriage certificate polished brighter than her wedding ring.
In the blue corner waits Priscilla Ofori, known to the chorus and the crowd as Odo Broni — armed with what Ghana respects most: companionship witnessed by neighbours, chronicled in selfies, and broadcast in every love lyric the Maestro ever sang.
Between them lies a nation’s curiosity — a tug-of-war between romance and registry.
The courtroom prepares its witness box, because in Ghana, even affection must now present evidence.
The body has been placed on remand — pending the outcome of love versus law.
You see, in this Republic, death is only the dress rehearsal for the funeral.
Every casket demands choreography; every obituary requires family negotiation and font approval.
The Abusua-Panyin, elder of the clan and custodian of calm, begins every sentence with “Let peace prevail,” just before suggesting another family meeting to decide who sits closest to the coffin and whose name should come first on the funeral brochure.
Meanwhile, the injunction arrives — poetic in tone, tragic in timing:
“No person shall collect the body from the morgue until further notice.”
Translation: even the departed must now respect court procedure.
The mortuary, once a house of silence, becomes a holding cell; the body now waits patiently, like a witness in a pending case.
Online, of course, the trial is already in session. Commenters pound their keyboards like drummers at a wake.
“Let the man rest!” one cries — moments before posting a meme of Lumba in a judge’s robe strumming Aben Wo Ha (Remix – Legal Version).
Another writes, “Eii Ghana! Even ghosts here need injunctions before entering heaven!”
Hashtags harmonise in the background: #DaddyLumbaWidowLawsuit #FinalMicBattle #RestInPeaceButFileAppeal.
Through it all, one truth endures — in Ghana, love must always produce evidence.
A wedding photo, a witness, or at least a WhatsApp screenshot.
Our hearts speak poetry, but our courts demand signatures.
We sing Odo Nti by night, then file affidavits by morning.
Perhaps somewhere beyond the clouds, Lumba himself watches, guitar across his lap, smiling that sly smile that says, “Didn’t I warn you love could be trouble?”
He hums a celestial remix — “Odo Nti (Exhibit A)” — as angels shake their heads, half in laughter, half in pity.
Because this case, for all its comedy, is a mirror.
It reflects a nation that worships love but mistrusts lovers — that legislates affection and litigates memory. We want romance, but we also want receipts.
So let the lawyers file and the family deliberate.
Let the fans argue in comment sections and the hashtags trend one last time.
But when the final gavel falls, may the Maestro’s microphone be switched off — not by court order, but by compassion.
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