Mr. Enock Agyapong mourns father’s death

As much as death is inevitable, we desperately try to avoid the mix emotions that accompanies it; pains, anxiety feelings of loneliness and helplessness we feel when death lays its icy hands on a loved ones. In a different lens, grieving over the death of a loved one is painful but necessary because it helps us cope and heal. It also serves as an awaken call to the we the living that we have a place to go.

Fearless showbiz revolutionist, Mr. Enock Agyapong who doubles as a business man, a member of Vhim Crew and CEO of Speech Production had the biggest shock of his life  few days ago when the news was broke to him about the demise of his dad. He took to his Facebook burst out his emotion;

“Thought I was too strong to cry,

Thought I was too old to cry,

Thought I was too macho to cry

until 3days ago when the news hit me poof wow I went straight into my room and cried like a child who had lost his way home then when I raised my head, there was my daughter looking at me in shock, at once I knew exactly what was going through her head because it took me back to when I was around her age and I walked straight to my Dads room one day and saw him crying because he had lost his mum.

My Dad was thick tall like we say in GH and my hero but I was scared of him because he will beat the hell out of you if you did go off his course but will reward you only when you did very well in class because books was his passion.

So when I saw him crying I was like how can this scary, grown no-nonsense man be crying like a baby.

As I watched my girl staring at me all I could hear in me head was

KARMA is indeed a Bitch.

#RipDad #VhimRest #UdidItAll”

It’s a heartbreaking moment for the entire Agyapong family and they regrets to be bearers of such sad news, but death is inevitable. The one week celebration of the late Mr. Michael Kweku Agyapong is slated to take place on the 2/6/2018 at Ebenezer Methodist church, community 20 at exactly 8:00am. All friends, industry players and sympathizers are cordially invited.

(Story by; John Claude Tamakloe)