Mr and Mrs Mensah in one of their happy moments
The last days of the late Enoch Teye Mensah, affectionately called E.T Mensah, have been described as a whirlwind of hope and despair, marked by fleeting moments of joy and prolonged bouts of agony.
However, in the midst of the prolonged bouts of agony, the former Member of Parliament (MP) for Ningo Prampram and ex-Minister of Sports had moments of joy on
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In a tribute read by his wife, Mrs Lordina Presutti Mensah, she told mourners gathered at the forcourt of the State House for the final funeral rites of E.T. Mensah, that the late politician, who was also staunch Christian, loved listening to Methodist Hymn 321.
In his last days, where he had escapades of breathing difficulties and even placed on ventilator, there were days where he showed great improvement and enjoyed listening to the Ga version of Hymn 321 titled, “Guide me Oh Thou Great Jehovah.”
"During his hospitalization, there were moments of deep connection and profound sadness. Each morning, I would find solace in his presence, singing hymns together, his favorite Methodist hymns 321 which he prefers to sing the Ga version; “Guide me Oh Thou Great Jehovah”, witnessing the joy and comfort it brought him.
"These moments, captured in videos I now hold dear, seemed to signal a recovery, as he gradually regained his strength, recognizing me by the touch of my hand. The doctors were optimistic, suggesting improvement with each passing day," she wrote in her tribute.
However, the beautiful moments were short lived when he passed on after requesting that his wife read out to him Psalms 91, 121, and 23.
The late Enoch Teye Mensah, affectionately called E.T Mensah, was laid to rest, yesterday, January 5, 2024, at the forecourt of the State House.
The state funeral rites was to honour the late former Member of Parliament (MP) for Ningo Prampram and ex-Minister of Sports, who died in October 2023.
The late Enoch Teye Mensah, affectionately called E.T Mensah, was laid to rest, yesterday, January 5, 2024, at the forecourt of the State House.
The state funeral rites was to honour the late former Member of Parliament (MP) for Ningo Prampram and ex-Minister of Sports, who died in October 2023.
Read the full tribute below:
In the heart of Greater Accra, where the Ga Dangme traditions run deep and the spirit of community thrives, I met a man who would forever change the course of my life.
Over two decades ago, during a humble donation event, our paths crossed, and little did I know that this encounter would blossom into a lifetime of love, support, and companionship.
ET Mensah, my beloved husband, was not just a pillar of strength for me but also for the many lives he touched. His love was boundless, his care unwavering, and his support unparalleled.
As a father, he was the beacon of hope and discipline, guiding our children with wisdom and love. As a husband, he stood by my side, supporting my dreams and aspirations, celebrating my successes, and holding my hand through the challenges.
His humility was one of his most admirable traits. In a world where many seek recognition and applause, ET Mensah was content in his quiet dedication to his principles and values.
He was a man who held his name in high regard, never allowing it to be tarnished by compromise or deceit. His love for reading the Bible was a testament to his deep faith and his belief in accepting and loving others just as they are.
I often reflect on the teachings of my revered Eminent Dr. Evangelist Enoch Teye Mensah, who was a beacon of humility, straightforwardness, and discipline. He taught us the importance of staying true to oneself, of valuing one's name, and of living a life of integrity and purpose.
To Ghana, our beloved nation, ET Mensah was a true son. He never misused his position, always striving to make his country proud. He believed in using his name for a greater good, in service to his people and his land. Ghana, in return, embraced him, valuing his honesty, his dedication, and his unwavering commitment to its progress.
In the days leading up to my beloved husband’s passing, our lives were enveloped in a whirlwind of hope and despair, marked by fleeting moments of joy and prolonged bouts of agony.
Our journey began with an unexpected rush to the University of Ghana Medical Center, followed by an urgent trip to South Africa, fueled by his unwavering trust in the doctors there. His hopeful spirits upon our departure were a brief respite in our ordeal.
The flight to South Africa was an episode filled with drama, the details of which are too painful to recount. Upon arrival, his condition necessitated immediate specialist attention, leading to his admission.
During his hospitalization, there were moments of deep connection and profound sadness. Each morning, I would find solace in his presence, singing hymns together, his favorite Methodist hymns 321which he prefers to sing the Ga version; “Guide me Oh Thou Great Jehovah”, witnessing the joy and comfort it brought him. These moments, captured in videos I now hold dear, seemed to signal a recovery, as he gradually regained his strength, recognizing me by the touch of my hand. The doctors were optimistic, suggesting improvement with each passing day.
However, our hope was short-lived. A call from the hospital, mirroring the one received two weeks prior about his breathing difficulties, shattered my world. Rushing to his side, I found him back on a ventilator, a harrowing sight that marked the saddest day of my life. Against all odds, he began to show signs of recovery again, responsive to my voice and touch, filling me with a joyous belief that he was getting better. We even shared a light-hearted moment when he corrected my reading of Psalm 91, a testament to his enduring spirit and intellect.
But fate had other plans. On the eve of his passing, he requested I read Psalms 91, 121, and 23. The following day, while I was away, I received the devastating call. Rushing back to the hospital, I was met with the unbearable truth: my husband, my love, my everything, had slipped away. The void he left is immeasurable, leaving me with memories of our trips to South Africa, his loving calls of ‘honey,’ and the unwavering faith that he now rests in a better place, building a home for us to reunite.
As I stand here, with a heart heavy with grief but filled with gratitude, I remember the man who was my rock, my confidant, and my best friend.
In his legacy, I find strength, and in his memory, I find solace, until we meet again.
Rest in eternal peace, My Beloved!
You will forever be missed, but your spirit will live on in my heart!
Yee Huno Kpakpa Yaawor Saminya
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