That has been my inspiration in pursuing law. In Nigeria 2019, a night after receiving an award from FIDA (a women lawyers group), she shared her journey before and after law with me. Watching her probe documents, ask all the relevant questions during meetings, and always be on top of issues in the industry made me admire her more. She would smile knowing how angry her interviews make you and annoyingly say, “I had to tweak them a little. Ursula can promise to live per the script but certainly, she’s not an autopilot. I went to bed knowing her acts are mostly deliberate and meant to toughen us.Īnxiety and palpitations became my portion anytime I arrange media interviews for her. I smiled and geared into action.Īnd that is how I endured hours of a history lecture. She quickly took her phone and sent the lawyer a message which was eventually forwarded to me. “You are right mom but please grant her an audience,” I remember saying. She didn’t do anything wrong”.Īs if Ursula was answerable to me, she took the time to explain her side of the issue. Me: “you’ve not been fair to the legal specialist. A perfect time to vent I told myself but, however, had to be measured so as not to sound disrespectful. “Won’t you wash your hands and join me,” she yelled.
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I meandered my way into the team because I needed her full attention to vent.Īfter a tiresome day, she was served ‘ampesi’ with ‘kotomire’ stew. Thankfully, GIFEC had a working tour in Ashanti Region, and she was attending. She is mostly sober when out of Accra (I presume away from the office stress) hence one would always wish to be on a trip with her to discuss serious issues without her usual antagonistic approach. I needed an escape route, but I also didn’t want to quit the job too. I had swallowed enough and needed to vent. One needs extensive thinking before responding to her messages as her follow-up questions are always from the answers you provide. Sometimes, she would ignore the substance and mark the form. I would wake up each dawn to check my WhatsApp messages and responding to her simple message could take more than 30 minutes because I would write, delete, write, edit, delete till I am convinced whatever I have scribbled makes enough sense. Almost all her ‘annoying messages’ were sent between 1 am-3 am. This form of training continued for some months and gradually I was getting used to her usual tantrums. It would have been my biggest mistake in life. I was ready to resign the next morning, but a friend helped me out of the silly thoughts. I locked myself at my office and wept like a baby. I received all the scathing words there could be in life on that day. I began dilly-dallying and hell broke loose. I needed to choose between my job and my friends. Those were peddled by some close friends from the inky fraternity.
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The first assignment was dispelling some lies thrown at her. I am the carefree type and love acting at my own pace. The first two months were lovely until reality began rearing its head. I took all those with a pinch of salt and went in for the kill. “She is nice to you because you deal with her from afar, maintain that distance,” they said.
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Hypercritical, an unrepented soul, self-centered were some of the adjectives used in describing her to me. Quite a number of friends warned me against working with her. excel at your interview and leave the rest to God”. Finally, the priceless alert on my phone came “send me your CV and deliver a hardcopy to Mr…. The constant reminders for her to fix me and her continuous assurances to keep waiting for months were irritating, to say the least. She was the first I spoke to before I resigned from my media job. The very day she complained of me not inviting her for my First Degree graduation was enough indication that she means well to me. When our paths crossed, it was a mere journalist and a Member of Parliament friendship then it grew to become a mother and daughter affair. She focuses on being herself and is very tough. She is the most confident, intelligent, beautiful, classy, honest, assertive but witty creature I have ever worked with. Ursula Owusu-Ekuful is a “baby thief” and I say that with no apologies. A good name they say is better than riches.