Daniel Adu Koranteng

Daniel Adu Koranteng, age 60, of Stafford, Virginia passed away on Saturday, January 6, 2024. A visitation for Daniel will be held Saturday, February 24, 2024 from 9:00 am to 10:00 am at Mullins & Thompson Funeral Service, Stafford Chapel with his funeral service to follow. His burial will occur Saturday, February 24, 2024 at 12:00 pm at Stafford Memorial Park. On the 28th of July, 1989 at a Ghana United Nation's Student Association (GUNSA) confere, we met and this journey through life started until your sudden demise on the 6th day of January, 2024. The girls and I are still in shock. Over the last three decades we have struggled, scaled and strolled through this path we created together and picked up our two beautiful gems along the way. It's been quite the journey. And now your laborers task is done here. Continue on with you big wide dimpled smile. Nothing is insurmountable; [Soul] learns how to make everything into stepping stones instead of stumbling blocks. (The Spiritual Life). May Love and Goodness that sustains us here guide you through the rest of life's journey. May God's great Grace be with you. Fare thee well. ~Aba Mensah Thank you all for being here today to honor the memory of my dad. While I miss our ever longing banter, I know in my heart that you are in a better place. Though earthly fathers must leave us, the many memories never do. A fond memory I have of my dad is a time we were driving to Uncle Nii’s house. When dad hears a song he tries to predict what the lyrics are, which irritated me to no end. Now, Uncle Nii lives roughly 1 hour and 20 minutes away and for the whole hour and twenty minutes, I played Dark Red by Steve Lacy. By the end of the car ride he knew all the lyrics but he also hated the song. While the grief of him missing milestones like my graduation or my 18th birthday is quite overwhelming, the ripple he left on the world (as well as my sister and I) is still here and lives on today. My first clear memory of Dad is from when I was in kindergarten. Parents were allowed to come and have lunch with their kids.it was May and my 6th birthday was coming up and I was so sad cause I thought Dad wouldn’t be there. But when my class went to lunch I saw him at the parents’ table and I was so ecstatic cause he was there for my birthday. I have a good number of memories like this with Dad but I think some of my favorites are when we’d just sit in the living ring and binge a show together. Neither of us had great sleep schedules so there were a lot of times when we caught each other awake in the middle of the night. It was during these times that we’d watch shows we both liked, which was almost always anything I suggest cause we liked a lot of the same shows (but also cause if it was up to Dad we’d only watch CNN). I’ll also miss just being able to laugh with him as Nana-Ama and I poke fun at him as he says we’re “ganging up” on him with a big smile on his face. I think the saddest part if that while he got to see me turn 18 and graduate high school he’ll never be there for my 21st birthday or see me perform again or see me graduate with my psychology and teaching degrees. But I know he’d be proof of me and the decisions I’ve made and I hope he knows I love him. Tribute To Odadee Daniel Koranteng By Presec 1981 Year Group. “For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's”- Roman 8:14 On Wednesday September 22nd, 1976, a young, reserved teenager Daniel Koranteng arrived in Presec for his secondary education. He was assigned to Akro House where for the next five years, he will endear himself to seniors, mates, and subordinates. Dannyboro as he was affectionately known by his colleagues was a man of few words, resilient character, and unquestioned integrity. He spoke his mind however unpalatable it was. We know him as the Henry Kissinger of our year group for his deep knowledge and adroit ability to resolve seemingly intractable issues. When he weighs in on an issue, he does so in a convincing and persuasive manner with solid empirical evidence, traits of his good sense of judgment. His firm belief in fairness and abhorrence for injustice and exploitation defined him and made him an advocate for social justice. Danny was a good listener and had the patience and tolerance to entertain those with irritant behavior. That was his mettle and steel. In 1978, Danny to the surprise of many, took up Martial Arts Sports - Taekwondo. His focus paid off and yielded dividends when within months, he mastered the sport and his gallant performances won the admiration of his friends. That was Danny and his unyielding Can Do Spirit. He read voraciously and was a towering figure in English Literature during our school days. His favorite poem Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written In A Church’s Yard was a long 32 stanzas poem but he memorized all. How ironic that this poem that depicts remembrance of the dead is being used to see him off. Shrewd, savvy, astute and analytical, Danny’s ability to think outside the box was amazing. Socially, Danny related and embraced all no matter one’s background. Tapping into his humanity and bringing forth his generosity of spirit, he was there for all in need of assistance. He first saw a human being and nothing else. His best moments were when Boys Boys met and teasing flowed endlessly. Danny loved Presec and touted her achievements wherever he found himself. He gave back to Presec. In October 2023, he donated customized miniature battery operated Odadee fans that displayed our motto during our 85th anniversary celebrations. Typical of Danny, he refused to be publicly acknowledged for the donation preferring his usual anonymity. On this occasion, we overruled his wish. 1981 year group will surely miss him. Fare thee well Danny and may the good Lord grant you eternal rest “Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.”- Thomas Gray. "Death is a doorway, a translation...Births and deaths mark the journey of Soul. The translation or movement from one stage of experience to another is but a further step to Soul's journey home to God". Harold Klemp(ECK wisdom on life after death).