We first met at Accra Chapel as it was known then, when the services were held at NTC. I was visiting a friend who invited me to church. After a few visits he knew my name and took an interest in my life and everyone in it – my daughter, family, work, etc. That was the man I got to know then as Reverend TB Danquah. We kept in constant touch – and he was the more regular communicator, a special gift he shared with many. He always seemed to ‘know’ when things were not going right and he would reach out. Every phone call ended with a prayer. Uncle TB (that was who he had become to me and to many)was a man of constant and consistent prayer. Whenever I was going through trials of a professional or personal nature, he was my refuge. In a particularly difficult period, we met every Sunday to pray together with Auntie Virginia. Her words were few but carried deep warmth and wisdom. For many years we met to share and pray and I learned to pray for Christians all over the world who were undergoing persecution. This year I missed the Ramadan prayers he shared every year. Through those prayers I learned how much Christians were suffering in Ghana and around the world. I am eternally grateful for the selfless love shown to me and my family over decades by Uncle TB and Auntie Virginia. I can never forget that and I will always be grateful for the many lessons I learned at your feet Uncle – especially how to pray in all things and for all people. Thank you Uncle TB. Your passing leaves an ‘unfillable’ vacuum for Auntie Virginia, your children and grandchildren as well as the many for whom you were a spiritual pillar, teacher and prayer warrior. May the Lord receive your soul and give you your well deserved eternal rest. Da yiye Uncle.