In Loving Memory of PKF

31.08.1981 - 20.11.2025IN LOVING MEMORY O FPeter Kojo Fordjor

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day.2 Timothy 4:7-81981 - 2025

Order of ServiceHymnsBiography TributesGalleryPage37111771TABLE OF CONTENTS2

Order of ServiceMusical Interlude & Filing Past - Lion of Judah Choir | Militant Triumphant ChoirPrayer - Rev. Elsie AikinsSong Ministration - Daniel AppiahClosing of CasketPART I: PRE-BURIAL SERVICE - 7 AMPART II: BURIAL SERVICE - 9 AMOpening Prayer - Rev. Sena AdzamAnnouncement of Purpose - Rev. Sena AdzamHymn 1: Guide Me O Thou Great Jehovah -Triumphant Militant ChoirReading of Biography - Mr Ekow Arthur Reading of Tribute by Wife -Maj Dr. Araba Abakah FordjorSong Ministration - Mrs. Edith Awotwi-Pratt AbakahReading of Tribute by Children -Timone and Mikayla Fordjor 4

Hymn 2: Abide with Me - Triumphant Militant ChoirReading of Tribute by Family - Ms Constance Mensah Reading of Tribute - Cal BankHymn 3: Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise - Triumphant Militant ChoirReading of Tribute - APSU '99Reading of Tribute - Nii Amankrah TettehScripture Reading1st Scripture Reading:1 Thessalonians 4:13-182nd Scripture Reading:2 Corinthians 5:1-10Song Ministration Ebenezer Harry FiscianSermon - Bishop Nii QuaofioPrayer for Family - Rev. Kwame AmoakoheneOffering -Rev. Abena Antwi Poakwah | Lion of Judah ChoirPART II: BURIAL SERVICE CONTINUEDOrder of Service5

Announcements - Rev. Senam AdzamAcknowledgment of Guests - Capt Eileen EsselHymn 4: In Heavenly Love Abiding - Triumphant Militant ChoirVote of Thanks -Md Eunice QuarcoopomeClosing Prayer & Benediction - Rev. Adu-BotchwayDead March - Now Praise We Great and Famous MenTriumphant Militant ChoirPART II: BURIAL SERVICE CONTINUEDPART III: GRAVES IDESongLion of Judah ChoirPrayer - Rev. Elsie Mildred AikinsCommittal - Rev. Isaac Adu-BotchwayHymn 5: God Be with You Till We Meet Again -Triumphant Militant ChoirGraveside Vote of Thanks - Papa Nyame JonfiahOrder of Service6

Hymns

Hymn 1: MHB 615 - Guide Me O, Thou Great Jehovah1. Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,pilgrim through this barren land.I am weak, but thou art mighty;Hold me with thy powerful hand.Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,Feed me till I want no more;Feed me till I want no more.2. Open now the crystal fountain,Whence the healing stream doth flow;Let the fire and cloudy pillarLead me all my journey through.Strong deliverer, strong deliverer,Be thou still my strength and shield;Be thou still my strength and shield.3. When I tread the verge of Jordan,Bid my anxious fears subside;Death of death and hell's destruction,Land me safe on Canaan's side.Songs of praises, songs of praises,I will ever give to thee;I will ever give to thee.Hymn 2: MHB 948 - Abide with Me1. Abide with me, fast falls the eventideThe darkness deepens, Lord with me abideWhen other helpers fail and comforts fleeHelp of the helpless, oh, abide with me2. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little dayEarth's joys grow dim, its glories pass awayChange and decay in all around I seeO Thou who changest not, abide with me3. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to blessIlls have no weight, and tears no bitternessWhere is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me4. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyesShine through the gloom and point me to the skiesHeaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows fleeIn life, in death, O Lord, abide with meHYMNS8

Hymn 3: MHB 831 - Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise1. Give me the wings of faith to riseWithin the veil, and seeThe saints above, how great their joys,How bright their glories be.2. Once they were mourning here belowAnd wet their cheeks with tears;They wrestled hard, as we do now,With sins, and doubts and fears.3. I ask them whence their vic'try came;They, with united breath,Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,Their triumph to his death.4. Our glorious Leader claims our praiseFor his own pattern giv'n,While the long cloud of witnessesShow the same path to Heav'n.Hymn 4: MHB 528 - In Heavenly Love Abiding 1. In heavenly love abiding,No change my heart shall fear;And safe is such confiding,For nothing changes here:The storm may roar without me,My heart may low be laid;But God is round about me,And can I be dismayed?2. Wherever he may guide me,No want shall turn me back;My Shepherd is beside me,And nothing can I lack:His wisdom ever waketh,His sight is never dim,He knows the way he taketh,And I will walk with him.3. Green pastures are before me,Which yet I have not seen;Bright skies will soon be o'er me,Where the dark clouds have been;My hope I cannot measure,My path to life is free;My Saviour has my treasure,And he will walk with me.HYMNS9

Dead March : MHB 896 - Now Praise We Great and Famous Men1 Now praise we great and famous men,The fathers named in story;And praise the Lord who now as thenReveals in man His glory.2 Praise we the wise and brave and strong,Who graced their generation;Who helped the right, and fought the wrong,And made our folk a nation.3 Praise we the great of heart and mind,The singers sweetly gifted,Whose music like a mighty windThe souls of men uplifted.4 Praise we the peaceful men of skillWho builded homes of beauty,And, rich in art, made richer stillThe brotherhood of duty.5 So praise we great and famous men,The fathers, named in story;And praise the Lord who now as thenReveals in man His glory.Hymn 5: God Be with You Till We Meet Again1. God be with you till we meet again;loving counsels guide, uphold you,may the Shepherd’s care enfold you;God be with you till we meet again.Refrain:Till we meet, till we meet,till we meet at Jesus’ feet.Till we meet, till we meet,God be with you till we meet again.2 God be with you till we meet again;unseen wings, protecting, hide you,daily manna still provide you;God be with you till we meet again. [Refrain]3 God be with you till we meet again;when life’s perils thick confound you,put unfailing arms around you;God be with you till we meet again. [Refrain]4 God be with you till we meet again;keep love’s banner floating o’er you,smite death’s threat’ning wave before you;God be with you till we meet again. [Refrain]HYMNS10

Biography

BIOGRAPHYEarly Life Peter Kojo Fordjor was born on 31st August, 1981 at the Yola Government Hospital in what was then the Anambra State of Nigeria. From this place of birth came the affectionate childhood nickname by which many knew him— Yola Kojo.He was the last son of Arch. Godwin Kwame Fordjor and Mrs. Emma Vesta Fordjor, and from his earliest years, Peter embodied a quiet strength that would define his life.Gentle, unassuming, and deeply thoughtful, Peter was also warm and affable, drawing people in with his calm presence and reflective nature. He began his primary education in the New Fadama cluster of schools, where his diligence and commitment to learning became evident early on. Through hard work and determination, he earned admission into the prestigious St. Augustine’s College.At St. Augustine’s College, Peter was a proud member of Kelly House. He offered General Arts, distinguishing himself academically and winning awards in Geography, Economics, and German. He completed his secondary education in 1999. Beyond academics, he cherished the camaraderie of Kelly House, often reminiscing fondly about evenings spent with his roommates, gathered around a communal bowl of hot rice, 12

BIOGRAPHY shito, and sardines—simple moments that forged lifelong bonds.Peter continued his academic journey at the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology (KNUST), where he pursued Social Sciences. He graduated in 2005, marking yet another milestone in a life guided by quiet perseverance and a deep respect for knowledge.ChurchPeter was a devout Christian who worshipped faithfully at Wonder Cathedral, Action Chapel, Adenta. Heaven was his ultimate goal, and he often spoke about it with humour and childlike faith. He would joke that he did not need a crown—“Just let me get to heaven!” Whether welcomed with a straw hat or even shaved bald (sakora), he said he would not mind, as long as he made it to heaven.His Christianity was not merely spoken; it was lived. It shone brightly in his home as a loving husband and father, and at work as a principled leader whose decisions and relationships were firmly rooted in Christian values.13

BIOGRAPHY CareerPeter began his professional career as an Accounting Clerk at Designtech Legacy Consortium, where he was responsible for reconciling company accounts and supporting strategic financial decisions on behalf of the company.In 2006, he joined Barclays Bank Ghana, (now ABSA) as part of the Barclays Africa Leadership Programme.He served as Product Manager, Branch Manager, Area Manager and became the Head of Customer Network in 2014. In his time as the Head of Customer Network, Peter’s contribution to the bank was immense. Superintending the implementation of the unique Universal Banker Service Model that resulted in a 100% branch NPS score. In his 4year tenure as Head of Customer network, Peter was credited with driving a strong performance culture and delivering strong growth and value.Later in 2017, Peter joined Fidelity Bank as Head of Channels and Sales, with full responsibility for the daily administration of the bank’s 75-strong branch network. He subsequently rose to the role of Director, Channels and Sales, where he built the Retail Direct Sales acquisition strategy from the ground up. Under his leadership, this business grew to contribute approximately 60% of Retail’s asset growth month-on-month.In 2021, Peter joined CAL Bank PLC, where until his demise, he served as Group Head, Consumer and Retail Banking. In this role, he was fully responsible for shaping and executing the short-, medium-, and long-term strategy for the Retail Group, overseeing Personal Banking, Business Banking, Platinum Banking, Digital and Inclusive Banking, and Women’s Banking. Peter drove significant growth in the retail customer base and digital banking adoption of the business. His strategic approach to customer-centric banking solutions, positioned CalBank as a leader in Ghana’s competitive retail banking landscape.14

BIOGRAPHY Peter loved the business deeply. Even in his final days, he prayed earnestly and spoke often about returning to work to fix areas where, in his words, “the numbers didn’t look good.”He was a true people’s person—leading with foresight, empathy, and humility. He found great joy in mentoring others and intentionally nurtured talent to ensure long-term sustainability and growth.Peter was a beacon of excellence, driven by an unrelenting desire to know better and do better. He believed deeply in continuous learning and personal growth, and he pursued academic excellence with the same discipline and commitment that defined his professional life.15In furtherance of this pursuit, Peter enrolled at the Universidad Católica de Murcia (UCAM), Spain, where he earned a Master of Philosophy in Management in 2023. He was also in the process of fulfilling a long-awaited dream of earning a Doctorate of Business Administration (DBA). Even while unwell, Peter worked on his doctoral aspirations whenever he found the burst of strength and energy. Though his programme, originally scheduled to be completed in September 2025, had to be postponed due to ill health, his determination and love for learning

BIOGRAPHY16never waned. Sadly, he did not live to see tnhis dream materialise—but his pursuit of excellence remains an enduring part of his legacy.FamilyPeter is survived by his wife of sixteen years, Maj Dr. Araba Abakah Fordjor, and their two children, Timone and Mikayla. He was a loving, devoted, doting husband and father who cherished quality time with his family and ensured their home was filled with joy, laughter, and lots of love.

Tributes

MAJ DR. ARABA ABAKAH FORDJOR TRIBUTE BY WIFE My Lovaaaaahh, Lover Mio, mi Kun Kojo, mi Kun Peter. How do I fit 20 beautiful years into a full brochure, much less a few pages? We wrote a lot to each other: notes slipped in the inner pockets of your suits, in our lunch bags, sliding in each other’s DMs as though we were some strangers looking for love, 100 sticky notes to ease you missing me while I was away in Military Academy, love letters when you visited in Academy…we wrote to each other a lot. However, never in my wildest imagination did I envisage writing a tribute for your funeral. After all, the plan was to die together-laying in bed holding hands, surrounded by those we love or at worst that I go first. I told you time and again that I won't survive if you left first. And yet, here I am..shattered, broken and needing to be pieced together so I can tell the world what an amazing human being and husband you were to me.18

TRIBUTE BY WIFE Each year, you would count out our love in numbers, our most recent :27.20.16.27 years since you first set eyes on me. You and your cousin had brought your father’s car for servicing and noticed my sister and I across the street, manning my mum’s shop. Years later you would tell me how you knew there and then that I would be your wife and always sent regards through my Big Sis “) y3 aa, kyea mi yer mam.\" She knew better. LOL. I was a studious, prim and proper young lady who firmly believed “relationships and academics were like gari and sand—they don’t mix!”7 years after, (20 years ago), you would warm your way into my life. “I was in the neighbourhood and passed by” led to long visits on campus where we will spend hours chatting and being bitten by mosquitoes. God clearly told me you were the one. I spent hours on Sarbah field praying for a sign, only to receive it and ask for yet another, until I was dead sure. We had 4 beautiful years getting to know each other—enough time to fight often, break up and make up and be sure we were ready for the journey called marriage.16 years ago, I walked down the aisle with “ I do” by BoyzIIMen to hear your dashing self whisper, “You look so beautiful.” The ceremony itself was fraught with setbacks and I remember crying so much afterwards for not having my dream wedding. You calmed me down, “Araba aren’t you happy we are finally married? That’s the most important thing.” And through out our marriage you had a way with me… making me see reason in the midst of chaos. You were always my peace. In the noisiest throng, in the stormiest situation, you were my safe place. You moved purposefully, quietly with great wisdom for every storm and every season of life.19

TRIBUTE BY WIFE When we received a devastating diagnosis in our first pregnancy, you came straight to Cape Coast from Kumasi even though you were scheduled to visit the next week. I had explained all that the doctors had said and yet you arrived with a cot, set it up and gently challenged God –God, your word says the whooooole of heaven is your throne and the earth your footstool. That’s how big you are. If you do not ensure the survival of this baby, you will have to fold your big self into a tiny baby and sleep in this cot because as for me, \"I’ve bought this cot and my baby must sleep in it.” He did save that baby. That baby slept in that cot. You made many trips to KorleBu PICU to care for that baby while teasing me about my waddling duck gait post CS. Years later, you and that baby will call each other Buddy. I never saw you cry or break during that time but years later you will tell me the journey from Ashiyie to Korle Bu was often fraught with tears.In a society where male figures were few in the Autism community, you were a present, 20

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TRIBUTE BY WIFE involved father. Together we started an NGO and you spearheaded the “ManUp—Be the MAN in Autism MANagement” programme. You spoke with fathers of children with Autism and encouraged active participation in the lives of their children.The only thing better than having you as a husband was having you as the father of our children. You were devoted. You knew them inside out: School friends, favourite foods, who liked their milo hot and who liked it cold, shoe sizes etc. Together we created magic in our home. You prayed and anointed them everyday you were home. We played tricks on them: Mikayla still believes when she touches your stone portrait, you feel it. She still doesn’t know it’s because I’ll text: \"Nose\", so you shout from the bedroom, “Mikayla stop touching my nose!” We had transferable magic that could let snacks appear. “My magic is finished, let me get some from Mummy!\" We will do a break dance to touch fingers, connect our “magic” and let a bar of snickers that I had been hiding since, appear.You were never too tired for them. Most days, you came straight from work and jumped into a hide and seek session with them. You were their tickle monster. You never raised your voice and yet when you were upset about something they had done, it deeply troubled them. They would come to me, “Mummy please talk to your husband for us. We have apologized but he said No”. I would, and you would tickle them in acceptance of their apology. We filled our home with love and laughter and lots of ‘I love yous.”We were a team. The kids knew “what belongs to Daddy, belongs to Mummy” and vice versa. They knew if Mummy said No, it was a No from Daddy as well. We had few fights, our children never saw one. We never argued in their presence or to their hearing. We never ran our home on socio22

TRIBUTE BY WIFE cultural gender norms. We took turns steering our HMS Fordjors with whoever had the requisite skills, at the helm. There were no airs about us, with each other. We were as vulnerable with each other, just as we were strong. I would often say to you, “Hard girl, hard girl but I want to be in my husband’s amutuom.\" You would respond, \"come come come, don’t you know I’m your ‘Baatan?'\" We were transparent with each other. Our thumbprints gave access to each others’ phones. We knew each others passwords, card pins across board. We were soul mates. You made my life beautiful, you made my life easy. You paid my way through medical school and never once made reference to it. While there, you placed me on a stipend, a standing order for 23rd of every month, such that I got paid the very day you got paid in Barclays then. Years later and till date, I pay my employees on the 23rd.We didn’t need much to be happy. We found joy in each other. We had many pleasant conversations in which you were as deep as you were goofy. You had a great sense of humour many didn’t know. It was a gift I always felt privileged to experience because to the world, you were quiet and introverted.You taught me so much about life and living it. You tithed at the rate of your next intended salary. God always made it happen. At beginning of year, you would “cut a quota” for me. An amount I needed to have saved by end of that year. I’ll scream “ei Papa abotare”. Some years, it took me more than a year to make the quota. You were gentle and kind with me. And when I did hit target, it only became your fuel to set a bigger target. Madam, aggressive savings oo, aggressive savings! You save before you spend, you don’t spend and save the bits left. You gave sound business advice to ensure I had steady income and yet you paid for almost every bill so I had no excuse not to save…you made sure of it.23

TRIBUTE BY WIFE \"Life is spiritual, Etruba. The power of suggestion…don’t allow negativity in your circle. You hear it enough, you will begin to believe and become it.\" \"How much will you make consulting for x hours in Skinfidence? If you have someone cook and clean and you consult, will you make a profit or loss? Profit. Outsource the chores then.\" And yet, you will thank me for every single meal.My husband had a strong work ethic and taught me a lot. You have to decide what to do with that Coach, Araba. Brand loyalty. You lived it to the core. Once you left a bank, you packed all regalia of that bank and lovingly stored them away. You won’t give them away lest the person wore it in a way that “denigrated the bank” . Same way we never spoke ill of any current workplace. Any complaint was met with, “Madam, I’ll get it sorted. Don’t talk plenty..this is where we eat.”Oh you loved me. You loved me well. You loved me fiercely, openly, honestly. And I poured all the love in me, right back into you. We knew we had something special and we were bent on not taking it for granted.24

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TRIBUTE BY WIFE It was the kind of love that sang happy songs together on our way from work. Drive time with the Fordjors. The kind that’s felt when you placed your hand gently in the small of my back while we walked together. The kind that shouted it on Facebook, on Whatsapp status and everywhere else that I could get anyone to listen. It was the kind that poured petrol into my feminist fire. The kind that says don't go to Academy but if you’ve gone, you have my support. The kind that had me opening an account in every bank you moved to, to say, ‘we’re in this together”. The kind that makes me burst out singing “A moment like this.” The kind that God meant for us. You pampered me beyond measure.What happens to our dreams and plans now, my love? The Dr. and Dr. Fordjor was so close but life snatched it away from us. We looked forward to celebrating with our first cruise. You said our kids will not send us a stipend monthly. That even in old age we would be their safety net. We will have their kids over the weekends and \"spoil\" them. That’s what grandparents are for. Sunday, they should pick them up and go train them. You showed me what our retirement home will look like and I imagined spoilt grandchildren running around. I had IMF and World Bank dreams for you and you had FWACS and FRCOG for me. You told me you will be there for those graduations like you had been for all the others. \"Araba, after Membership we need to work on your corporate speaking skills.\" What do I do with those dreams now, baby? What do I do without you, Kojo?I have questions, Kojo. Many questions. The first Word received when this illness started was that it was not unto death. We held on to it fiercely. I reminded you often that this was temporary. That joy was coming. When you felt better and resumed work, you told me of the time when you had been incapacitated. That you told God you were ready. That He should take you if it was His will, just that he shouldn’t render you bedridden. You stared this thing in the face bravely. You always “checked in” and said “Energy level no dzi, )k) fom. From Palace, I’ll have to make a stop at 26

TRIBUTE BY WIFE Mahama roundabout before getting home. Nanso my Faith? Intact! Ah, Faith no dzi, intact!” You told me of a dream in which Mama Vesta had assured you of healing, only that it will take a while to manifest. She had walked with us to a river bank, got in a canoe and left. I was so happy and thanked you profusely for not joining her. Ei anka what will I do? You laughed and responded as usual “play golf.\"Tuesday evening, you asked for Omo Tuo and soup. You asked that I feed it to you like I had the night before. I was confused…Baby last night was banku oo.. You remarked, “I said Omo Tuo. Your surprise is surprised, right?” I turned to the nurse and told him. I’ve known this man 20 years…he’s never eaten Omo Tuo. I quickly made it and fed you. That was your last full meal. Was it a sign? If so, I missed it entirely, my love.So what happened, baby? What happened? That Wednesday night when you came to and asked “What happened? What did you mean?\" As usual, I tried to lighten the situation : \"Oh nothing, we’re just talking about the Thanksgiving party once all of this blows over.\" You asked “and what else?” Oh I'm thinking knowing you, you will wear the same white you wore for my birthday. “And what else?” I said, Ohh Papa, w’asuom y3 wo d3w. Fa nkomo fofor bra.\" And you said, \"Yoooo.\"My greatest fear throughout this journey was that you would go home while I slept. I felt it would mean I slept on my biggest job. So I think you woke me up, right? Because how I was jolted out of sleep was inexplainable. I tried my love. I tried everything. I prayed, I begged. I’ve never been so helpless, so desperate in my life. I placed my bare hands on a hospital floor. I was that desperate. But you were ready. And looking back, I’m grateful to have been by your side to the very end with your song “Favour” sending you home.27

TRIBUTE BY WIFE I’m grateful to have done life with you, Baby. Blessed to have had you as a life partner.My soul mate. Oh how I love you Baby. How I love you! It was too short, Baby. We always joked about 100 and 96 years. That was the plan. Not here, not now.My Lovaaahhh. Lover Mio. Mi Kun Kojo.FineBoy! FineBoy who dey pay! Odogwu paranran.Mi Amor. Lovey.Loveyveyyyy. Munkubuleyyy.THANK YOU. Thank you for everything. Thank you my Love. Rest in Love. You fought bravely. Rest in the love you gave me so generously. Rest in love, my love. Nyimpa papa bi dei. Mi Kun Kojo, Nyame nfa wo kra pa nsie.I love you. Today, Tomorrow, Always, Forever and a Day.Your Wife,Etruba, (President (& Secretary, as you will add))Pampered Wives Association 28

TRIBUTE BY CHILDREN TIMONE FORDJORHey Buddy!Daddy, I miss you so much. You were such a good Daddy. You always took pictures of animals during your travels just to show me, and I loved that.I’m sad that you are not coming back.You were my Buddy, Daddy.Thank you for being a great Daddy.I love you.29

TRIBUTE BY CHILDREN MIKAYLA FORDJORDear Father,I miss the way you used to take videos of me and how you always talked to me whenever I was hurt or sad. I miss your surprises—how you would secretly plan to take us to nice places like restaurants, playgrounds, and even around the world.I will miss your special rice and shito recipe that only you knew how to make. You were my Superman Fixer Daddy, the one who fixed everything that got broken in our home. I miss playing with you, Daddy. We had fun playing hide and seek, watching movies and singing together in the car. I miss how you would sit outside with us, cut our nails, and take such good, good, good care of us. I want you to come back so I can sleep on your arm throughout the night, Daddy.You were so kind. You were the best Dad I could ever imagine. I love you more than words can describe. You made this house perfect because you were the perfect Dad.I know God is taking care of you now, Daddy, and that you are resting in heaven. Please watch over us and smile when you see us. You told me you are sleeping for a long time but you will wake up. One day, when God says it is time, I know I will see you again. I love you so much.30

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TRIBUTE BY FAMILYAUNT ROSEMARY To my dear son PK Fordjor,We thank our Creator for your short life on this earth. It is well with us! The days allotted to us had all been recorded in His book before any of them ever began. (Ps139:16b).Continue to rest your gentle soul peacefully in the bosom of your Creator until we meet again on that glorious day. You will be forever in our hearts.32

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TRIBUTE BY FAMILY PK was a leader from the very beginning. Born just days apart from his cousin, they were raised together like twins, cherished by two mothers who mothered them both as one. Though he felt the deep loss of his biological mother a few years ago, the bond he shared with his other mother remained a special cornerstone throughout his life. Even as a child, PK carried himself with such grace and self-respect that he was treated as an adult long before his time. He stepped naturally into the roles that defined him: starting as a doting brother to his only biological sister, Abena, and growing into a devoted husband, a father, and always a protector to the larger family. He possessed a capacity for care that was truly limitless. He brought that same dignity to his professional life at CalBank, earning the highest respect in everything he touched. As PK finds rest in the bosom of his Maker, we carry his mission forward. As a family, we promise that his children will forever remain a part of us, wrapped in the same love that raised him. PK, you were our anchor. Rest in perfect peace.Menua Da YieNANA BREKU HIN ATTA IX In Loving Memory of PK Fordjor34

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TRIBUTE BY FAMILY You leave behind memories I will carry forever, lessons I will live by, and love that death can never erase.I take comfort in knowing you're in the bosom of our LORD and your soul is at peace.vehicles on the Adenta-Ashiyie stretch to the endless hours of laughter over things only we found funny, you were the heartbeat of a lot of my happiest childhood memories.Even as we grew older and life got more complicated, that foundation we built as kids never cracked. You remained a brother and a friend. While my heart is heavy, I find peace in the sheer volume of wonderful memories we created. We've lived enough life in the years you had on this earth to last me a lifetime. I’ll miss you every day, but I’ll see you every time I look at your amazing kids and beautiful family.Though you are gone too soon, the joy you brought into our lives remains. You are woven into the very fabric of who we are.Me nua dofo, Nyame nnfa wo nsie.YOOKUKATIE*********I read a quote that said cousins are the sisters and brothers we get to choose for ourselves. Peter Kay, you were so much more than family to me. You were the co-author of some of my favorite childhood stories.Growing up alongside PK was a gift I didn't know I was receiving at the time. From our adventures in Abeka to mango competitions in Tesano , pure mischief in Nii Boi Town, riding bicycles through road construction 36

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TRIBUTE BY FAMILYGrowing up around diligent people has a way of shaping your outlook on life. P.K was one of those people for me. His commitment to work, quiet strength, and deep love for the things of Christ always inspired me to be and do better.He had a calm yet powerful presence. He loved boldly, and his affection for his wife and children was always evident. That is one lesson I will carry with me, to live intentionally and to fill my life with love and service to the people around me.Though it hurts that he left too soon, we take comfort in knowing he rests in Christ. Rest well, dear cousin. Nyame nfa wo kra nsie yie.NANA AFUA38

It’s not a pleasant duty for in-laws in their 70s to write a tribute to eulogize the memory of their son-in-law, who in his 40s has passed on. This is our first experience!!!. And it’s heart-breaking and emotionally distressing!!!. We are yet to overcome this shock as a family.Sometime, early in 2006, our daughter, Maame Araba Etruba Abakah-Anaman introduced you, Peter Kojo Fordjor, to us as a friend when you visited her at our home. Our first discovery of you, after the initial inquiries, was a young man who was gentle and respectful.The point is, as a family the quality of a person’s character, we relate with, is of great concern to us. When the two of you decided to marry in December 2009, we had discovered further and better particulars about you, namely: A committed Born –Again Christian, God-fearing, loving, caring, truthful, quiet, disciplined, intelligent and a hard-working young man. To us, Araba had found her God-given partner, because she equally has the same character traits, except that she isn’t the quiet type!!. The family, therefore was extremely happy to welcome and receive you as a worthy son-in-law.Peter, your good-natured character didn’t make us hesitate to adopt you as our “Son\" and you also readily accepted us as your Dada and Mama. You availed yourself to receive from us from time to time life experience advice.TRIBUTE BY FATHER AND MOTHER IN-LAW39

We are proud to testify that the elements of your character we experienced as from 2006 played out in more dignified forms throughout the 16 years that you were part of our family.In other words, Peter, you were not a pretender or a fake person who changes his or her nature under different circumstances. You were naturally a good person, well-cultured, generous, responsible, deep and dignifying in thoughts and actions, modest and unassuming.You were strong and firm in your convictions even though you didn’t talk much. We noticed this when you visited us at home, with Araba and the children, at social gatherings and on phone chats and such matters as finance, education, politics, soccer, children behavior, et cetera, were raised. You shared with us your wealth of knowledge, solid intelligent analyses and convincing solutions or judgments.You were our financial advisor on investment products on the market that we could invest in. Some of them have yielded dividends for us: results of your free consultancy services.After Araba’s first and master’s degrees programmes at the University of Ghana, Legon and London Metropolitan University, U.K respectively, you became the formidable support for her further professional and career formation and progression. From the Cape Coast, University Medical School (2010 – 2016), her housemanship at the Ridge Hospital, Accra and later employment by the Ghana Armed Forces as a Medical Officer and training as a military officer (2018 to date) to graduating as a Specialist into membership of the Ghana and West Africa Colleges of Physicians and Surgeons in 2025, she had your solid backing. Peter, this is a legacy that Major Dr. Araba Etruba Abakah-Fordjor and her family cherish and would forever be engraved in our memory. We say, “Peter, thank you very much. God bless you. Amen.TRIBUTE BY FATHER AND MOTHER IN-LAW40

Mama always declared on you that you would become the MD or CEO of your bank before you retired and you responded that it would come to pass. However, on your sick-bed before your demise you had received that appointment from a reputable financial institution. This is a confirmation of your top-notch accomplishments in the banking industry at the highest levels.Peter, let us declare to you in the presence of the gathering of witnesses here that your Dear wife, Araba, never ever made a single negative report about you to us since you came into her life. All her reports about you were very complimentary. In sum, you cherished, loved, cared and dignified her and the children. You didn’t let them endure the marriage. The same is true of you too. No complaints from you about Araba to us.Whereas the medical experts in Ghana and outside it, including your dear, loving wife and Major Dr. Awudu Rahman, gave you the best of treatment and care, our family within and outside Ghana with our ministers earnestly encountered the Almighty God. Our Divine Healer, to heal you. You actively participated in these prayer sessions in strong faith that you would be divinely healed. On Monday, 17th Nov. 2025 the family again initiated a Special One-Week intensive prayers for you. We visited you and Araba at home in the afternoon and we prayed with you before we left.At dawn on Thursday, 20th Nov. 2025, before 5:00 am, I, the father, received a call from Major Dr. Awudu Rahman that a family member must come to the hospital because Peter’s condition was not the best. This “pregnant” message immediately unsettled me. While I was dressing up to leave for the hospital, Dr. Araba called me, crying, and said “Dada, Peter has left us” I screamed “Oh Jesus”, then I said to myself, “God, this wasn’t the news we wanted to hear.\" When I told Mama thisshocking sad news she “exploded” into uncontrollable wailing. So did the rest of the family members when the news reached them.TRIBUTE BY FATHER AND MOTHER IN-LAW41

TRIBUTE BY FATHER AND MOTHER IN-LAWThe Word of God in 1 Thess. 4:13-15 (NIV) tells that God’s children leave the earth through sleep. Peter, you are therefore sleeping in the Lord, your Maker. We love and adore you. But the Almighty God, who you lived to please, loves you the most and has the best place, Heaven, for your eternal habitation. Sleep in peace till the Day of Rapture (1 Thess. 4:17 NIV) the second coming of Jesus Christ and the end of the world.Peter, we promise to support Araba to take care of Timone and Mikayla to your full satisfaction. You had a rare rich and noble character, a legacy worthy of emulation by all.Rest peacefully.Amen.Dada Isaac Abakah–Anaman and Mama Marian Joyce Abakah-Anaman42

TRIBUTE BY ADWOA MOTWIWA ABAKAH-ANAMAN Sister-“In- Law” /“Sister-in-Love/Friend/Confidant/Aunty Motch/ Mighty Woman of Valor.There are some relationships that defy definition, and you, Peter, were one of those rare blessings in my life. You were my brother-“in-law “by marriage, but in truth, you were my brother by heart. Aww Breda” I’m being forced to tell people our Secret . Having to call myself Sister” in Law.” They now know. Our secret is out. They now know that you are my “Brother-in- Law.” Too heavy on my lips. You never added “In Law “ to my name whenever you introduced me. My very cherished friend, my confidant, my spiritual anchor, my Chairman, Araba ni Kunn Peter Papabi and Keonnas God Father.Those who knew us never believed we were “in-laws.” They thought we were siblings because of how deeply connected we were. A few weeks after your demise a colleague of yours called me and hhmmm he said, “I’m so sorry for your loss. I know how close you were to your brother, but Motchis, your brother loved and adored your wife and children. So, I pray you and your family grieve in peace and treat his wife and children so well at this time.” They were right — we were family in every sense that mattered. I had to now tell him, Araba is my sister, my sibling, and you, my “in-law”, and not the other way round. I felt the disbelief in his voice. He actually thought I was your sister. But, I really was your Sister, Breda. You treated me so well. He called another colleague while I was on the phone with him to ask if he also knew that “Motchis actually be Peter ein sister-in-law. And he too was in shock .Aawww, Breda!!!You were the one I ran to with my worries, 43

TRIBUTE BY SISTER IN-LAWmy fears, and my unanswered questions. You listened patiently, never judging, always understanding. And without fail, you would guide me back to God’s Word, reminding me of His promises and His faithfulness. It is no surprise that my favourite way of calling you was “My Mighty Man of Valor.” You carried that title not just in strength, but in faith, humility, wisdom, and love.When sickness came, you kept reminding me of the ways of God and how your Faith still stood intact knowing that God will do His thing. You were always reminding us of God and His shows: “Nyame b3 y3 oo. Nyame so )p3 fans oo. Oy3 show man. He will do!” I hoped with everything in me. I prayed every prayer I knew. I fasted. I cried, and got back on to believing and trusting God — just like you taught me to. And even now, my heart aches because is it the thing you said God will do? Is it the show you said God will do?This is the show?? Breda?God took His Peter.God took His Peter too early.God broke our hearts.The pain of losing you is something I struggle to put into words. When you passed, my world shattered. My faith shook. My heart broke. Araba died a little even though she lives. The children lost a little of their joy and nothing prepared us for the reality that you were gone. Since that day, the tears have not stopped. My heart still breaks daily. My heart skips a beat every time. Everything reminds me of you. Yet, even in my grief, my faith holds me. Because I know the God we both served. I know the Christ you loved and boasted of. I know the Heaven you believed in and so wanted to be a part of.So, though my heart is heavy, my spirit finds comfort in knowing that you are now resting in God’s bosom—WHOLE, HEALED, and at PEACE.44

Peter, my Mighty Man of Valor, Berma Enuonyamfuo. This goodbye is not forever. It is only temporary. We will meet again. I will be your SISTER agaaaiinn, because Araba is definitely doing this with you and I get to enjoy Brother-Sister privileges.Until that glorious day, I will carry your words, your counsel, your faith, and your love with me. Thank you for being more than a brother-in-law. Thank you for loving Araba so well. It transcended to us all. Thank you for being my Breda, my friend, my prayer partner, and my strength.Rest well, Mighty Man of Valor , Rest well, God’s very own Peter.My Breda, My Breda.Rest well, my Personal Person.Rest well, Other Daddy.My Dear Peter, heaven has gained a Super Angel. I love you verrryyy much and I hope I told you enough. Keonna , Naa and I will always miss you.TRIBUTE BY SISTER IN-LAW45

TRIBUTE BY NIECEDear Other Daddy,I miss your hugs.I love you very much.I wish you could still buy me the things I like—slime, play dough, and new dolls.I also wish you could pick me up from school again.I want you to come back before you are given to another family in heaven.Keonna Kraikue (Niece, Aged 6)46

TRIBUTE BY ACTION CHAPEL INTERNATIONAL ADENTA (WONDER CATHEDRAL) Action Chapel International, Adenta (Wonder Cathedral), pays tribute to a beloved son of the house, a bosom friend, and a faithful servant of God — Peter.Peter was a gentle soul with a sweet and quiet spirit. He was calm yet active, simple yet audacious, gentle yet firm. His life reflected Christ in humility, consistency, and devotion. Though not loud or highly visible, he was deeply impactful — a strong and dependable foundation within the church.Peter joined Action Chapel International, Adenta, at the early stages of the ministry. From the very beginning, he gave his full support to the work of God in this house. He served faithfully, stood loyally, and committed himself wholeheartedly to the vision and growth of the church. He was one of those faithful few whose strength lay not in prominence, but in steadfastness.Peter, after marriage had his wife join him at Action Chapel International, Adenta, and together they remained devoted and committed members of the church. Their service stands as a testimony to covenant, faithfulness, and love for God’s house.One outstanding and admirable quality of Peter was his generosity. His giving consistently served 47

TRIBUTE BY ACTION CHAPEL INTERNATIONAL ADENTA (WONDER CATHEDRAL) as a pillar of support to the ministry, done quietly, sincerely, and without controversy. He lived out the truth of Scripture:“The generous soul will be made rich, and he who waters will also be watered himself”(Proverbs 11:25).Peter understood giving not merely as an act, but as worship and obedience to God. Though his life with us was brief, it was meaningful and impactful. Peter showed us that a life yielded to God, no matter how quiet, leaves an eternal imprint.As a soldier of Christ, he fought the good fight. As a runner, he finished his course and kept the faith.“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith” (2 Timothy 4:7).We commend our brother Peter into the loving arms of our Lord and Maker. We rest in the hope of the resurrection and the assurance that we shall meet again.Rest well, Peter.Your life, service, and legacy remain a blessing to Action Chapel International, Adenta (Wonder Cathedral).48

TRIBUTE BY CALBANKIt is a difficult period for us as a Bank as we write this tribute to one of our key staff and a senior executive, a well-mannered, thoughtful, and principled leader for whom we all came to respect and love.Peter Kojo Fordjor joined CalBank in 2021 as the Group Head for the Consumer and Commercial Banking Group, following the realignment of the Bank’s organogram and strategic focus to drive the retail business. From the onset, Peter played a pivotal role in restructuring, shaping, and strengthening the Bank’s retail business. Under his leadership, the Consumer and Commercial Banking Group achieved immense success, laying out a solid foundation for the retail business as we know it today.Peter’s leadership style was firm yet gentle. He was a leader who worked alongside his team, never making anyone feel alone or solely burdened with results. He took a genuine interest in the people he Isaiah 57:1–2“The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart…They enter into peace; they rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.”worked with and consistently engaged his team on issues affecting the business, always seeking collective solutions.He approached his work with a deep sense of calling and consistently sought God’s guidance in all he did. His well-known statement, which reflected constantly in his daily posture, “They look up to me, Lord, and I look up to You,” captured the essence of his leadership philosophy—total dependence on God. Each quarter, he encouraged his immediate team to commit the business to God in prayer, seeking divine direction. It is therefore no surprise that under his tenure, the retail business chalked significant success and grew into a major contributor and consistent pillar of the Bank’s performance year after year.When news reached us that Peter was unwell, he had to be away from the office for some time to receive medical attention. Throughout this period, the Bank remained in constant touch with him, praying with him and standing firmly in support, with the hope of his return at theearliest opportunity. 49