In 1999 when everyone was this shy and could not do anything in Public as first years, there came Boamah, as we affectionately call him to show off.

Boamah and I had joined the Drama club as first year students, we weren’t that courageous to perform at the on coming Speech and price giving day. 

It was in a bit of shock seeing Raphael dancing Kete and Adowa with Peace Asare like a pro. 

We had more fun talking about it after the ceremony. The highlight was trying to weigh his chances on Beautiful fair ‘Peace’ with whom he has danced romantically in synching. That was the how our friendship blossom. We were great pals and as usual we both joined the SU drama group. 

Our time with the SU drama group was fun. I wouldn’t forget that play he helped writing and directing which was the talk of town. The drama that welcomed freshers on campus, the same drama that showcased the very good and bad. The one which highlighted the very good path to thread as a fresher. 

Boamah was the funny type and had a different perspective of how things should work. I perceived he had more experience and exposure than I did because he was always ahead and gave matured advice than I will ever imagine.

He was not the typical ladies man but he was better at talking to girls than I was so hiding behind him on campus and at Entertainment nights was a plus for me. 

His writings and editorial abilities was inspirational. That was why he was made the head of the editorial team to manage the schools magazine. 

He has been a front liner to the Nananom 2001 year group. Raphael Boama Bonsu was elected Organiser of the association and put his skills and knowledge to bare. He organises everything. He was the fun one at the Whatsapp group chat. Encouraging others to participate in activities and programs of the association. 

Today the news of his demise shook the very foundation of the year group. It never occurred to anyone to think that he could just leave us though he was chatting in the morning. How can you do that to us Boamah.

For now our words are in our lips still unspoken, our food on the table still untouched, our eyes are heavy wailing for you just to come and tell us it is not true.

Boamah da yie