“I Didn’t Know How I Could Raise Three Kids Without You” – Komla Dumor’s Wife Pens Down Emotional Message To Late Husband

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The late Komla Dumor’s wife, Kwansema Dumor has penned down an emotional letter to mark the 7th anniversary after the death of the famous broadcaster.

The journalist who was working with the British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) died seven years ago in London after suffering a heart attack.

The “Focus On Africa” presenter died suddenly on January 18, 2014. Seven years on, his wife has took to her Facebook page to honour the memory of her beloved husband with a touching letter and an old photo of their family.

Read the full post below:

P.O. Box Heaven

January 18, 2021

Komla my dear,

It seems like only yesterday that you embarked on your long journey. I trust you are well and enjoying your lovely new home with our Father. “?? ?? ??????’? ????? ??? ???? ?????; ?? ?? ???? ??? ??, ? ????? ???? ???? ???. ? ?? ????? ????? ?? ??????? ? ????? ??? ???.” (John 14:2). We miss you, but we are comforted that where you are there is no pain, no suffering and no COVID.


Your sudden departure exactly 7 years ago left a huge void in our hearts. Our lives were shattered in one day, one minute even, when you left. What? Komla has left us? Noooooooooo!!! But the Lord had said yes.

Life stopped momentarily – or so it seemed for us – and it was strange to step out to hear the birds still singing, see the sun still shining, and activity on the streets. Slowly we forced ourselves back into our daily routines. We took tentative steps and went through the daily motions of school, work, church and shopping etc again. At first it felt mechanical, robotic, but we grew stronger as the days passed.

I often wondered how I was going to cope without you. Could I raise 3 children on my own? Could I run a house, our entire life, without you? Your large presence made our home so vibrant, so energizing. How was I going to ensure our children were happy and stimulated at home? We all knew I am terrible at telling jokes! ”? ???? ?? ?? ???? ?? ??? ?????, ????? ???? ?? ???? ???? ????? ?? ???? ????? ???? ??? ????, ??? ????? ?? ?????? ??? ?????.” (Psalm 121:1-2). God has indeed been our helper. He has given us beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness (Isaiah 61:3).

The other day, when I picked Araba up from school, she said something that gladdened my heart. She looked at the mothers and fathers waiting to pick up her friends and said, “Mummy, you know, I am quite used to the fact that it is just you and us. Of course, I wish Daddy were around, but I am used to the fact that he is not here, and I am content just the way we are.” I drew her close, gave her a big hug and said a prayer of gratitude to God. Yes, our family is happy together. ?. We have come very far as a family. We have withstood the storms, ridden the waves and grown stronger together.

Elinam is now 18. She has grown into a fine young lady and fills the house with so much laughter and good cheer. She follows closely in your footsteps (she is a sought-after speaker at debate clubs) and she has your irrepressible sense of humour. She came up with the word ‘Kwansequences’ – which is what awaits whoever gets on Mummy’s wrong side! ? We will miss her presence greatly when she leaves for university later this year. She enjoys studying philosophy, ethics, sociology, classics – all those subjects with deep open-ended ethical questions. How I wish you were here to engage with her on some of these issues! My poor eardrums! ?

Elorm is 15 and has wisdom and emotional intelligence beyond his years. He behaves like he is the man of the house much to everyone’s annoyance sometimes. He gave up football for basketball (because football games are played on Sundays in the UK and clashed with church time), and I believe that God has rewarded him for this sacrifice. He is a fantastic basketball player – I wish you could see him play; but perhaps you can. I have been banned from his matches because he says I scream too much on the side-lines. We all agree that when he is annoying, he is very very annoying; and when he is good, he is sweeter than honey. Only thing is, the honey moments are becoming very few and far between. I have put it down to teenage hormones and told the others to give him some space, but they are not so conciliatory. The last time he annoyed Araba, she revenged by pricking one of his basketballs with a pin. Even though he has several of them, he is still very salty about that one! ?

Your precocious little madam Araba is now 9! She is a bundle of joy – a ray of sunshine who enlivens the house with her presence and boundless energy. She has been a great source of comfort especially as the older two have become more independent. She has great artistic ability and was so thrilled when a friend recently commissioned her to produce some artwork for a project. We joke that you can find out where Araba is by following the crayon and paper mess trail tsk tsk tsk…

Our children bring me so much joy and comfort. My child-raising responsibilities are far from over but I hope I have done you proud so far.


As for me, I can now say that I am fine. Yes, it has been hard. Yes, I have cried myself to sleep many times, but I am in a much better place now. I have had to up my game. My jokes have improved; I am learning to dunk a basketball; and I can meet the kids toe to toe in the prank department. I have also had to be brave and have stepped out in ways previously unimaginable, but the Lord has held my hand.

Today, I can testify without hesitation that “??? ???? ?? ?? ???????? ??? ?? ??????; ?? ????? ?????? ?? ???, ??? ? ?? ??????. ?? ????? ????? ??? ??? ??? ? ???? ???? ?????? ?? ??? ?? ????.” (Psalms 28:7).

I pray that you continue to sleep well Komla. I pray that your soul is at peace. What you accomplished on earth was enough. What you did for us was enough. You were a blessing to us, and you still are. You should have no regrets whatsoever. I do not regret even one second of our time together. And one day we shall all meet again. Amen!

Love, Kwansema”.

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