Birth date: Apr 26, 1959 Death date: Feb 24, 2025
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory Read Obituary
I met George in December of 2007 we were neighbors . My daughter got a telescope for Christmas and he helped her put it together. He also taught her how to use it. A quiet man and a kind man. Praying for the family
Akora George Acquaye was my Junior at both Achimota Primary School and Achimota Secondary School. He was a very gentle and quiet person who was well liked by those who knew him. We reconnected with George in California. May God grant Akora George Acquaye's soul peaceful rest, and comfort his family and friends! AMEN! 🙏🏽😢✝️
Akora George Acquaye was my Junior at both Achimota Primary School and Achimota Secondary School. He was a quiet and gentle person who was well liked by those who knew him. News of his recent passing was quite shocking but God knows best. May God grant Akora George Acquaye's soul peaceful rest, and comfort his family and friends! AMEN! 🙏🏽😢✝️
George and I entered Achimota Primary (boarding) school in 1965 at the tender age of six, and together with many others, moved on to Achimota Secondary in 1971 from where we completed 'O' Levels in 1976.
I do not remember meeting after that. I however recall, even our young years, that he had a gentle nature, booming laughter and was not given to too many words.
I am saddened to hear of his passing.
My sincere condolences to George's wife, daughter, siblings and entire family and friends.
May he rest in perfect peace.
Remembering George Aquaye
A very dear friend of mine, George Aquaye, has passed away, and I am deeply saddened by this loss. I first met George 37 years ago, and from that moment on, we remained in touch, sharing thoughts, perspectives, and life’s journeys.
His passing is a profound loss—not just for me, his daughter, family, and friends—but in my mind, even for those who never had the privilege of knowing him. George was more than a great friend and father; he embodied the very essence of what it means to be human.
I first met George in 1988 in California, when I was a graduate student. At the time, I was curious about how an African student was received in American society. George and I quickly bonded—not just because of his intellectual rigor and professionalism, but also because of his unique cultural perspectives and, most of all, his deep sense of humanity.
One of the most valuable lessons I learned early in life is that greatness is not about personal success, but about working for the benefit of others. George lived by this principle. He was selfless, always working for others, always putting people first.
His loss is a stark reminder of the kind of character and kindness the world so desperately needs. Rest in peace, my dear friend, and thank you for everything.
Geraldo Filgueiras
