By Damali and Nii B. Andrews
These days the emphasis is on bluster; the celebrity; the so called “influencer”; mostly fluff.
But there was a time when people were brought up to be modest, quiet and diligent workers, constantly striving to excel at skills that ameliorate suffering and solve existential problems.
And if you were brought up in a Presbyterian household, such was the ethos and your modus operandi.
Your world view was moulded for service to humanity and a fearless devotion to truth.
Our dear sister in law, Dr. Christine Clerk, embodied these wholesome, timeless, Presbyterian tenets of honesty, discipline, cheerful unassuming sacrifice, service and excellence.
She applied her towering intellect and industrious spirit to fighting the scourge of malaria in Africa, a blight on our continent that fells poor children, disadvantaged women and even strong men in the mines and open fields- and what a warrior she was in their defence!
No doubt thousands, if not millions of lives, especially of children have been saved by her herculean efforts.
Of course, she was a loving and generous mother and sister; always polite and gracious even when she battled her own serious medical condition that sapped her energy while gnawing at her patience and spirit.
She was simply calm, cheerful, always reasonable and dependable – whether we were at the backyard in Teiman, on the lawn at Abokobi, lounging in the soaring living rooms at Tema or Southlake or navigating the Spanish quarter or the souk in Marrakech before living it up at the Comptoir till past midnight.
We thank the Giver of All Good Things for the blessing of her life.
His will has been accomplished.
We shall never ever forget her; devoted wife and mother; simply just a cool Sistah, but a ferocious, tenacious, thoroughly professional malaria fighter and stalwart defender of the health of vulnerable women and children.
No bluster, no fluff – never; just the Right Stuff.
That was C squared!
Lawd have mercy on ALL of us, the frail creatures of thine Eternal Providence.
May our dear Sistah’s gentle soul find a place at the footstool of your Throne on High.