In the middle of all the joy of being with my friends and family again, I received the news that one of my little Meerkats passed away sometime in the last two years.
His name was Constance Akapo.
He was about two or three years old when I first came to Ghana. He was Abla's son, the middle child between Gracious and Lucky. Worfa and Victoria explained his death simply by saying, "Sickness." Here, that usually means malaria, although it's really anybody's guess.
It'd be impossible to pick a favorite, but of my Meerkats, he was one of the most precious to me. He was quiet, almost shy, but could get wound up just like any little boy. He was the biggest fan of "This little piggy" of any little kid I've ever met. He would come up to me and announce, "Weeweewee...home" and plop down on my lap, content to stay there for as long as I was willing to repeat it, offering me one foot and then the other and then even his hands if it would keep the game going longer.