Late Chief Inspector Kofi Acheampong (aka Englishman)Today, as the world celebrates Father’s Day, I find myself reflecting not only on the beauty of fatherhood but also on the deep ache that comes with remembering a father who is no longer here.
Chief Inspector Kofi Acheampong, fondly known as “Englishman”, was more than a father to me. He was my foundation, my compass, my fiercest defender and my quietest inspiration. His uniform may have represented law and order, but at home, he wore the garment of love, patience and fierce commitment. He gave his all, his time, his strength, his wisdom, so that I could find my path and walk it with confidence.
My dream was clear: to become a journalist, an international affairs columnist and a journalism educator with a PhD. It was an ambitious dream, but he never once doubted me. Instead, he challenged me, sharpened me and supported me with unwavering faith. In his eyes, I saw the reflection of the person I was becoming. He carried my aspirations like they were his own and because of him, I found the courage to chase them.
When he passed in 2015, something in me broke, but something else awakened: a deeper resolve to honour his legacy not just with tears, but with triumphs. Every achievement, every article, every lecture I deliver is a quiet dedication to the man who believed in me when my dreams were still fragile whispers.
I miss you every day, Dad. Today, more than ever. Thank you for being my light. Thank you for making me believe that I could be more. Rest well, Englishman. Your legacy lives on, in my words, my work and in the life you helped shape.
Happy Father’s Day in heaven.
