Solomon Forjoe Tributes by Mfantsipim Class of 1976 the Centurions

A Tribute to Solomon Forjoe: In Loving Memory – Andrew Daniels 

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. Dr. Seuss

As I prepared to leave for my office on Tuesday the 10th of October, I was interrupted by my phone ringing. It felt too early for another call, but I decided to answer. “Have you heard… “Abeiku is gone!” I asked innocently, “gone where?” The response hit me like a heavy blow, “he has passed on.” 

The news was incredibly hard to believe, and terribly saddening. In just a matter of minutes, a series of calls confirmed my worst fears. “What a shock” and “Gone too soon” are inadequate descriptions of the sudden departure of my dear friend, whom I had seen hale and hearty only a week before. 

Considering this tragic event, I humbly wish to pay tribute to my good friend and mentor, Solo. It is painful to admit that my words can never fully capture the entirety of the story of this remarkable individual, and his impact on our lives. Before I continue, I acknowledge that Solo meant so much to so many, each with their unique stories to tell. Here is mine.

My earliest encounters with “Solo” were in Christ the King School in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Despite being two years ahead of me in school, Solo was just a year older. We both went on to attend Mfantsipim School and ended up in the same dormitory, Balmer Acquaah Upper Dorm.

During my second and third years at Mfantsipim, I spent a significant part of my third-term vacation in Kojoviakope, in Togo, on Solo’s invitation. We were joined by his brother, Kojo, and the Tanoh brothers, Nat and Gyekye. At the time, Solo's father served as Ghana's Ambassador to Togo. Solo had a way of meeting you where you were and treating you for who you were.

Fast forward…we would often exchange visits between his father's residence in Ringway Estates and my father's residence at Ridge. By a curious twist of fate, Solo's father handed over the Interior Ministry of the AFRC Government to my father during the Liman Government. 

These conversations allowed us to delve into matters of national significance, given our unique insider knowledge. Solo, being a political enthusiast well-versed in both national and international affairs, provided valuable insights and knowledge every time he decided to display his expertise.

A couple of years later, in 1982, we crossed paths in London. At various times, we resided in the same house at 15 Bradiston Road, London W9, at the behest of our late friend Solomon Anderson, and later at Flat no. 3A Walterton Road W9, under the care of our “Landlord”, Nana Ofori Atta, also known as Ronnie. 

Our time together in London, with our "Landlords" and friends like the late Yaw Twum Barima (Fussy Joe), allowed us to enjoy the nightlife, host and attend parties, and partake in the annual Notting Hill Carnival. This enabled us to immerse ourselves in the cultural diversity offered by the West Indian communities. 

Upon my return to Ghana in 1991 and beyond, we continued to meet, spending many evenings discussing the challenges and trials of Ghana and the world at large. We offered instant solutions, often accompanied by beer and stiff spirited drinks. We believed we had all the answers. 

Like everyone, Solo faced his own struggles, but with the unwavering support of loyal friends and, most importantly, his loving and dedicated family, he triumphed, lifting himself to new beginnings. He became a shining example of determination personified and often spoke of his intention to document his journey for the benefit of future generations. Sadly, this plan was left unfulfilled.

Solo was a “character” in every sense of the word: loud, opinionated, sometimes clumsy, funny, intelligent, kind, and loving—you name it. He was my gateway to befriending many a “senior boy” whom otherwise I would never have known.

One thing he never shied away from was his unwavering and unconditional love for his God. He proudly boasted about his love for Jesus Christ and was ready to argue with anyone who dared to question his Christian faith. He would often say, “My God is Good” and “My God is a Wonderful God.” Solo read his Bible cover to cover and even attended Bible school with the goal of becoming a preacher, fuelled by passion alone.

Just as he was poised to reach the next stage in his life, he was called by his Maker. It was Auntie Grace, his mother (may she rest in peace), who stood by him in his lowest moments, and he, in turn, supported her during her difficult times. Ironically, today, they journey together from where it all began. He had the privilege of seeing his daughter, Yabaa, off into marriage, but regrettably, he leaves behind his young son, Kojo. Rest assured, my brother, we've got your back.

We enjoyed it while it lasted. It has been an honour and a privilege.

My sincerest condolences to the family and children. 

Farewell, my fallen soldier. 

Rest in perfect peace. 

A Tribute to a Fallen Centurion by Kabudi.

Solomon Kweku Abeiku Forjoe. 

Solo. Solowiro. Solo Dan Fodio. Esi Cree. S.S. Foyo. King Solomon. Abeiku. Abeokuta. Pastor. Sofo. Soldier. Reporter. Yes, Solo had so many nicknames, but just a few stuck. 

It's difficult to process that my good old buddy Solo is gone.

Solo's big smile or mischievous grin is what I see when I close my eyes. Solo was a brilliant guy. He soaked up knowledge and readily shared it with anyone who was interested. 

Solo's brilliance went beyond mere intelligence. He was a voracious reader and knew a lot about different things - politics, religion, history, sports, music. You name it. Solo would be the leader of thought and discourse. I remember him reading thick books such as Harold Robbins' "A Stone for Danny Fisher" and William Shirer's "The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich" during class while we attended Kwabotwe together. I often wonder why he hardly got caught. 

 Just as Solo was vibrant and larger than life he was also very competitive. I can vividly see him playing chaskele, aso, soccer, dame and other games. He hated to lose! 

One of my fondest memories was when we created a Monopoly styled game when we were in Form 3. We called it Africa. All the spots on the board were named after African countries and the two expensive ones were Ghana and Togo!!

Speaking of Togo. Another fond memory was the week I spent with Solo and his family in Lome, It was Christmas 1975 and the music of Bella Bellow (Togo's Miriam Makeba who had tragically died in a car accident in 1973) was everywhere. We went out to town one night and I remember we had such a blast!! Fun, fun, fun! A really good time! Hmm. We also learned a big lesson  - Never to drink beer, Guinness, whiskey and vodka on a full stomach!!

 Music was woven into the fabric of our friendship. I was a big fan of the Beatles and  Solo loved the Rolling Stones!! To this day, whenever I hear the Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil", Stevie Wonder's "Jesus Children of America", Hot Chocolate's "Cherie Babe" or "You Sexy Thing", and Bella Bellow's "Rockia" and "Denyigban", I smile and say to myself. "Aaah! That's Solo's song!"

Solo loved to tease! He could dish it out with his hearty laugh, but when you teased him? Watch out...

Solo and I stayed in contact throughout the years. I had the opportunity of hanging out with him whenever I was in Ghana. One memorable time was in November 2018 when he came over to my sister's place in Accra. Carlos and I were at the piano. Solo requested songs and we all sang, shared experiences and reminisced about the "good old days" at Kwabotwe. We didn't want the night to end so we continued our session at +233 Jazz bar and Grill. More music, drinks and memories! I'm grateful that I got to spend that time with my buddy. Now he is gone...

Solo!! You will be sorely missed, but not forgotten. You were larger than life!!

So long, my dear friend. 

Da Yie. Nyame mfa wo nsie.

I'm done. 

Muchacho Tribute

Weep not for me, ye standing comrades

Be ye Centurions or Mobarions

We are brothers; then, now and always

Be ye of the red or blue corner of Manchester

Of the blue or red corner of London

Of the Phobians or Fabulous

I salute you all, even the Reds, who with their recent achievements

tickle themselves into believing they are on the level of the Red Devils

I salute you all.

Standing comrades under the giant and never fading Umbrella

Standing comrades, those queuing up for a ride on the elephant

and those watching the capricious movements of a seemingly doped 

elephant while shaking their heads in their heads

I salute you all

To all who have known me, from tender youth to troublesome adulthood

At the best of times and in my lowest levels of endeavor 

I greet you all

To those I may have wronged unknowingly, find it in your heart to forgive me,

To those I wronged knowingly, grow up, it is all a part of the journey of life

The day cometh, when the life that animates the body says 

goodbye to the brief journey with the body,

The body is indeed lifeless, but life is life and forever lives

The parting may seem like an ending

But be not deceived, it is only for a moment

The journey of life continues and our paths will sure cross again

May the Father Almighty in his wisdom, grant all of us a deeper and deeper understanding of his ways, that in the end we may all stand with the Faithful warriors and enjoy the peaceful rest in His bosom.

Eriche (Eric Koranteng) Tribute CTK ’71 & MOBA’76

“Comrade” Solo, 

So, I get to see you no more!!! It seems like only yesterday that you and I together with the likes of Paa Kojo, Bazeeze, and others graduated from Christ the King International School and found our way to the “School” on the Hill – Kwabotwe. That the bond of true brotherhood was formed and nurtured on the Hill cannot be overemphasized. 

You were the consummate friend and brother, fiercely loyal to our common cause – that of the Centurions (MOBA’76). Your sharp brain and wit will be missed on all fronts – from politics to sports of which Manchester United FC was your “second” love.

Solo, we will miss your banter, laughter and above all your intentional “mischievousness”, which got most of us worked up for nothing. 

Salut – my comrade

                       “The golden evening brightens in the west;

                Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest;

                Sweet is the calm of paradise the blest;

                Alleluia!”

Fare thee well, Solo. Rest in Peace with the Lord.

Samuel Annobil Tribute

Words alone can not describe or allow me to express my extreme shock and devastation with the sudden and tragic loss of our comrade Solomon Forjoe. Solo's bustling , ever-present, and  lively persona never diminished since we first met on the kwabotwe Hill five decades ago. His presence on the group platform  made it tick and hum relentlessly whenever he surfaced with his array of reports and humorous interjections.His in-depth knowledge of an array of subjects relating from philosophy,literature history,politics,science  fiction to entairtainment and sports made him a veritable asset.For some of us,he was a living legend  when it came to the topic of Nkrumaism. He was savy and indeed  imbued with impeccable oratory and writing skills. What a grave  loss to the ever dynamic Centurion group .Solo,you will be sorely missed and forever remain indelible on our minds and thoughts. Rest  thee well Solo,may your ever vibrant soul rest in peace.Da bu3.

Richie Hayford Tribute

Solo and I met for the very first time when we entered Mfantsipim in September 1971. We were both 'posted' to Balmer-Acquaah House, upper dormitory. We stayed together from form one, right through to form five. We bonded right from day one. 

We both had two elder brothers in the school at the time and they were overprotective of us. I guess in part from serious warnings our mothers had given them and the genuine brotherly love they had for us. Anyone who dared to punish us unjustly, faced their wrath.

We became the very best of friends and didn't venture anywhere without the other. In the mornings, we went to the bathroom together. After dressing up, climbed the hill together to morning assembly and thereafter to our respective classrooms. I was in 1A and he was in 1B.

When the bell rang for breakfast we would meet up and go to the dining hall together or race down to the day boys market for Abrewa (waakye). 

I must add that we were one of the smallest in our year group and thus became easy pickings for some senior boys, who would later realize their folly when our elder brothers would swoop down on them. 

We continued to maintain a strong bond of friendship after Mfantsipim. We were brothers.

My brother Solo! Sometimes we'd meet and laugh over happenings on the year group whatsapp platform. A few times he would tell me that our jostling on the platform - and we did have quite a bit - had some guy's thinking and worried that there was some bad blood between us.  

Oh Abeiku Solomon! Fifty plus years of solid brotherhood. Enoouggggghhhhh!!!!

Fare thee well my brother, till we meet again.

K B Tribute

I got to know in the early hours of 10th October by whatsApp. I couldn’t believe it and started to do my checks. Eventaully I got Paul who confirmed “KB your brother is dead”.  I will stray into the local expression and say “what a shock!”

A mutual friend and brother of ours, Ken Tufuoh, who passed away some time ago once said to me “KB, as for Solo he will survive the Third World War”. That’s what we thought of his resilence amidst the many challenges he had. 

My association with the Forjoes goes back to 1971 when we met at Mfatsipim School.  Solo my mate, Arikpo (sadly deceased) my mentor who took to me straight away, Paul in the upper dorm big bother to be respected and Bomber who came when we were in Lower Sixth.  As for Ben he had already left when we got there and I got only glimses of him at Ridge.

Solo and I shared a love for Manchester United but were on opposite sides when it came to local football, I Kotoko and he Hearts of Oak. He would often say “KB paa, I don’t understand why you support Kotoko”.

I spent many good times at Ridge and later at Awudome and ate enough of Aunty Grace’s food. She looked on us and many of the friends as her sons.

After form 5 when Solo went to Tema Secondary School for his 6th Form we stayed close and I visisted him in Tema hwnever we vacated befire they did.  Truth be told I had also wanted to go to Tema.

A lot has been said about Solo’s intelligence, wit and infectious smile. He was above all also a reliable brother who was there when needed

I will miss him and will always remember him.

Rest thee well Abeeeku and Aunty Grace in the bossom of the Lord.

Death ends a life not a relationship.                             

                                  Jack Lemon (American Actor)

Pierro Tribute

Good old Solo, you were one of a different breed. Sharp of intellect, endowed with a photographic memory, having a great sense of humor, you did not suffer fools, good listener, a great conversationalist and companion. You were a buddy. Fare thee well Abeokuta, Fare thee well. Rest peacefully in the bosom of our Lord 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Nasher Tribute

It is a difficult thing to do … write a tribute for a dear brother and friend. Though we all know this is the eventual way of all flesh, we are always at a loss of words when we are in this situation … partly because we are never ready to hear about the demise of loved ones, particularly when it is sudden, unexpected.

Solo and I joined a dozen or so bright-eyed other boys in the form one court (cubicle) on the upper dorm of Balmer-Acquaah house, Mfantsipim School, in September 1971. Solo was definitely one of the most spirited, gregarious, vociferous and hearted of us all, and we all hung out till we graduated from form five in 1976. A good chap, Solo could also tease gleefully until angels lost wings and fluttered down to earth! But it was always in good-hearted jest and camaraderie. All in all, Solo was a dear friend. A true friend; the one that everyone wants, and needs. A faithful, trust-worthy, kind, sincere, real friend. The kind of friend who makes you laugh uproariously till unsolicited tears run down your cheeks, and your stomach and sides hurt—that kind! The generous, “confide-in” kind of buddy. I am grateful that we walked side-by side from dormitory to dining hall to classrooms, sports fields, studies, and “back down,” as we called returning to the dorms. “Jumping the wall” (going out of school bounds) to Yorkshire (to buy yor-ke-gari, not the place in England), getting punished together, studying together, etc., we were a great band that grew together: Solo, Richie, Morge, Alaska, Chemps, Fantomas, JJ, Jo Nkenus, Bazeeze, Mochacho, Setho, Roji, and myself. 

I saw Solo last November at another court mate’s birthday party in Tema after many years of not having been in touch. He looked very well, and we managed to catch up a bit. Little did we all know …; of course, we all never know. In his demise, as in his life, Solo has brought all of us MOBA ’76, and indeed many from all across the MOBA world, together. He is from a great fraternity of blood brothers who went to Mfantsipim, indeed, but he elicited brotherhood from many more. 

Solo, thanks for being a great friend. Rest peacefully in the arms of God. Like all … “the Saints who from their labours rest,”… you have won your “victor’s crown of gold.” Solo, rest in peace in the “sweet calm of paradise the blessed.” Alleluia. Alleluia.

Kwesi DeGraft-Hanson (Nasher)

Ben Ato Wobil Tribute

Abeku was one of my best friends. He and I met at Mfantsipim School in 1971 and we became friends, a friendship which grew over the years. We became very close and bonded over many things especially the fact that we shared the same birthday. 

He said that his daughter Yaaba was conceived in my home at Nhyaeso in Kumasi and only recently narrated that story to my wife. I’m still unclear how he could be so sure about that. 

He and I went through some harsh, dark times and by God’s grace we overcame those struggles and became better people. In recent times, Abeku and I would sit at his home or mine in Accra and think about those dark days, remembering always to give God all the glory for how far He had brought us and to thank God for His mercies. 

Abeku was fun to be around. He never wavered from giving his opinion and he was very knowledgeable about various topics from politics through religion to sports and geography. These qualities, together with his command of the English language both grammar and word choice, made him a formidable opponent in any debate. He had an opinion about everything and everyone. I remember once asking him to send me a video recording of a dear friends birthday party. Abeku filmed for about 10 minutes with positive and negative running commentary in his deep rumbling voice. 

In May we attended the wedding of a mutual friend’s daughter and on the ride to the reception, Abeku broke down the political situation both local and international, to the admiration of my wife. 

Over the past 5 years, we would hang out every chance we got when I came to Ghana, often going for lunch at Country Kitchen, drinks at a local bar and sometimes to Plus 233 to soak in some music. I spoke to Abeku on Thursday 5th October and we spoke about going to his beloved Auntie Grace’s funeral among many things. 5 days later on Tuesday 10th October whilst on my way to work I heard the devastating news that Abeku was gone. We have all lost a true friend.

Abeku to have had you as a friend was special. You run your race in your own way and its sad that just when you had jumped over that hurdle at which many have fallen, God reached out for you. Abeku we will no longer share our tomorrows but our yesterdays will never be forgotten, especially our journey of sheer determination,  courage, heartbreak, disappointment, success and joy in equal measures.

My friend and my brother may the winds of love blow softly in your ear, telling you how much “we love you, miss you and wish you were here”. 

Abeku Solo rest peacefully in the bosom of your maker till we meet again.

Ben Peter Acquah Tribute

“I’m done”. That was typical Abeiku. Ah Abeiku, you are truly done now that you have transitioned from this world to your maker.

The shock of your sudden departure has truly shaken your merry band of “bredas”, the Centurions.

I miss your banter, and especially how you made two words (“I’m done”) your very own on our platform.  You would usually use these words after you had gone round the houses to try to make a point or provide information which you believed to be “kosher”. When you no longer wished to keep making your point because you had received a rebuttal you would sulk off uttering the words which came to be associated with you, “I’m done”.

Your mate BP.

Ben Crentsil Tribute

I first met be-spectacled Solo in September 1971 in the 1B classroom at Mfantsipim, even though we lived not far from each other at North Kaneshie in those days.

My earliest memories of Abeeku was that of a boy who would somehow conveniently lose or damage his spectacles anytime he felt homesick, just so he could travel back to Accra to have his glasses 'repaired' or 'replaced'.

As fate will have it, we both continued our secondary school education at Tema Secondary School and I call the many times we jumped over the school boundary walls to purchase 'essential' commodities.

Solo loved a hearty argument and you know when Solo is losing an argument when he comes up with his favourite phrase "I am done". 

We will all surely miss our dearly departed brother, big time especially the Manchester United fans on our WhatsApp platform.

Fare thee well Abeeku, our one and only Reporter. You are most definitely done this time. 

I am still waiting for the Gideon Bible you promised me.

And Abeeku, the horses are still refusing to run….