Most touching: Tribute to Komla Dumor by Ato Kwamina Dadzie

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imagesI was never a part of Komla Dumor’s inner circle. He never called me out for a drink. And he didn’t share any secrets with me. I am just one of those guys who enjoyed the privilege of working with him.

That was more than I could ever ask for. I wasn’t with him at the beginning. I couldn’t have been with him at the end. But in between, our paths crossed and that’s how I get to call him a friend. A blessed friend. A friend endowed with so much talent that whenever I heard his voice I couldn’t help but marvel at how one man could get so much.

He had an excellent voice. The truest voice of a broadcaster. That voice was an instrument and he knew how to play it like a virtuoso. He could capture any mood with that voice in a manner most broadcasters struggle for years to achieve. Those inflections and the ability to modulate the voice to suit the occasion came to him naturally. It was an art. He knew his art. He knew his art because he never stopped learning and looking for ways to perfect it.

Komla dedicated his life to learning – learning about everything and anything. And therein lies his other endowment: his brain. It was the sharpest brain on Ghanaian radio. It was a brain filled with all sorts of stuff. Stuff ranging from the Baroque harmonics of J.S. Bach to the ghetto rhymes of Tupac Shakur. And there was a lot of room in that brain for religious texts, political philosophy, economic theorems and any sort of knowledge worthy to be kept in a man’s head.

He knew about the wisest philosophers, the most radical revolutionaries and the most villainous of criminals. He knew stuff. And he thought about a lot of stuff. Komla was a great thinker. His was a well-lubricated mind. Very few succeeded in bamboozling him with the sort of arcane details that would push a sluggish mind into a daze. On his worst days, he was better than the best of the rest of us.

He had an impeccable sense of awareness. His ability to stay in the moment and do as the occasion demanded was second to none. As a broadcast journalist, Komla picked his moments with the flair of a man who was master of his faculties – not a second sooner, not a minute later. He knew when to just circle the issue and allow the interviewee to dig his or her own analytic grave. He also knew exactly when to pounce to let an interviewee know that he or she was making heavy weather of common sense.

Most importantly for a broadcaster, Komla knew when to let himself loose, when to crack a joke or create some mischief. If he had a bushy scalp, we could say he know exactly when to let his hair down. He had a very sublime sense of humor. He didn’t come across as a comedian, but every joke he told made one wonder how a man with such a serious mind, dealing with the most serious issues could also manage to create such serious side-splitting laughter. That was another of his talents.

And when he started appearing on BBC TV, the world got to see even more of his natural endowments – his grand physique, his handsome face and his broad, bright smile. Komla Dumor was a bundle of talents. He had style and he had more than enough substance to back it up. He was a gifted man who offered himself as a gift to many, speaking for the voiceless and speaking out against injustice, corruption and incompetence.

He was many things to many different people. He was more than a broadcaster. He was a preacher. A motivator. A pick-me-upper. A counsellor. A watchdog. A shoulder to cry on. A confidant. An object of infatuation. A style icon. The ideal man. The list is endless and that is how he became a man of the people. A superstar. He probably was the only Ghanaian worthy enough to be called a celebrity. He was the one true broadcaster. The rest of us were all pretenders, happy to be dancing in his shadows for none of us had half of Komla’s endowments. He was the doyen of the modern era of Ghanaian broadcasting.

Of course, there were people (many people) who wanted to see his light dimmed. They called him all sorts of names, threw their worst barbs at him and did their best to pigeonhole him.

But he stood his ground and kept improving, day after stressful day. He was unstoppable as he kept outshining and outpacing those who wanted to bring him down. His trailblazing light was more than Ghana alone could handle. When Komla decided to step onto a bigger stage, there were very few who doubted that this was a star who would shine so bright across the nations of this world. Even his enemies couldn’t help but applaud.

Almost everyone who used the same passport as he did or even shared the same skin color as his took great pride in his work. He was just warming up…

And then suddenly, this bundle of talents is no more? That powerful voice is silenced forever? Komla is gone for good? Out of this world? Is this some sort of cosmic joke? How could death be so cruel, seizing a man full of zest at a time when he was just about to give the world his best? So many questions. No answers. No convincing answers.

Don’t tell me God knows best, unless you know exactly what God knows. Don’t tell me Komla is in a better place, unless you know where that place is. And don’t tell me death is a part of life, unless you can prove to me that death did not end Komla’s life. What you know and what you should tell me is that Komla is irreplaceable.

Tell me that there will never be another like him – at least not in my lifetime. Tell me that for all the excellent work he did, he will stay in our hearts and minds for as long as we continue to breath. And then tell me that the best way to honour Komla Dumor is to ceaselessly strive to be better.

Above all else, promise yourself that you will postpone nothing; that you will never put anything off until some other time. This life is much shorter than it appears. Komla rests. And, with a heart filled with anguish and pain, I grieve the loss of the most talented man I could ever call a friend.

By: Ato Kwamina Dadzie

ABOUT: Nana Kwesi Coomson

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A Freelance Journalist, Entrepreneur and Philanthropist. Editor-in-Chief of www.233times.com. A contributory writer for Ghanaian Chronicle Newspaper. An alumnus of Adisadel College where he read General Arts. He holds first degree in Bachelor of Arts from the University of Ghana; Political Science (major) and History (minor). He has also pursued MSc Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) and Energy with Public Relations (PR) at the Robert Gordon University in the United Kingdom. His mentors are Rupert Murdoch, Warren Buffet, Sam Jonah, Kwaku Sakyi Addo and Piers Morgan

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