It was few minutes after three in the bubbling Joy News room. Even with a skeleton staff on a Saturday, the newsroom was far from a funeral parlor. Real Madrid were in action and so too were Arsenal. The shouts were loud, the jeers thundering. In the mist of the lively chaos, George Wiafe, known for his calm demeanour quietly called me into the production room.

In my usual lightheartedness, I remember asking him if the meeting he was going to have with me was going to bring money. He was quiet and strutted into the small cubicle. I followed meekly. He turned and faced me saying, "Komla Dumor is reported dead but we are still confirming."

My mind instantly went blank with my mouth wide opened. I couldn't utter a word for several seconds.

I struggled for words and in my state of shock, I sheepishly asked if it was Komla's father or Komla himself. As if death had a convention that said fathers had to go before their children. George repeated his previous statement as if it was a well rehearsed headline for a 1:00 pm business news bulletin.

I came out of the production room moody yet clutching onto a faint hope that the confirmation that we now seek will never come. Komla can't be dead. No, he can't.

As journalists, when reports or even rumours of death break our call to duty is not to cry or mourn, as others will normally do. Even in grief, our job is to begin researching the background of the person and to begin writing the story. The story of death. How it happened? When it happened? Who was there when it happened? Then we try to get a confirmation from family sources before pushing the story. It is the crudest part of our job!

But here was I, digging to write the story of death; not of a distant politician or a distant celebrity but the story of death of Komla Afeke Dumor, a colleague I never met but who was a role model to many and whose towering credentials remain indelible.

He was in far away BBC but he always found space on Myjoyonline.com because he was always achieving great things.

He was loved so much by the Multimedia Chief Executive, Kwasi Twum (KT), who made it a hobby surfing the net to find if there is anything about his darling boy. And when he found it; he would either call or send a link of that story and demand that it be placed on Myjoyonline.com and given all the prominence it deserved.

On Saturday January 18, 2014, KT, as we affectionately call him failed to send a link. He failed to call. It was a story about Komla but it was a story too hard to break. He never found the strength to confirm, I could imagine.

A family friend to Dumor finally did. But we were not able to break the news until the family had issued a statement confirming the death.

It was the most difficult two hours of my career in journalism. We had the confirmation from an impeccable source, social media was inundated with reports about the death, my phone was ceaselessly ringing with friends and family members calling to find out if it was true. I gave up praying against the confirmation. It was true. Komla was no more. I was grieving and yet had to put up the story and wait for final approval before publishing it.

As the calls came, so too were colleagues in other departments flooding into the newsroom to find out if the news they were hearing was exactly what it was- rumour- but the demeanour in the newsroom did little to disprove the reports.

They had heard the news; read about it from several platforms but Joy FM, the station, where Komla was nurtured and groomed for global success had not broken it. Its website, Myjoyonline.com had not published it. Some prayed that Joy will never break the sad and unfortunate news, because if it did, it would have sealed a heart wrenching piece of information so early in the year.

At 5:30pm, Joy FM through George Wiafe and Elton John Brobbey broke its long, forced silence and announced the death of their most beloved Komla Dumor. Myjoyonline.com published it almost simultaneously.

Messages started pouring in. For the first time colleagues, who were with Komla Dumor in his days at Joy FM and who rattled the queens language with such proficiency and extravagance were lacking with words to describe the man they so loved and cherished.

Doreen Andoh, host of the Cosmopolitan mix, the show that follows Komla's Super Morning Show, remembered how she swapped witty jokes and slogans with the boss player.

 Kofi Ansah, Producer of the boss player could not find one word to describe Komla Dumor as he was asked to do. He called him the "presenters presenter."

Kojo Oppong Nkrumah, successor to Komla Dumor, a witty man filled with so much life struggled for words. He mumbled all through the interview.

Matilda Asante Asiedu and Dzifa Bampoh could not be heard. Their low sweet voices had been subdued and taken over by grief.

And who would not grief over the death of a-41-year-old gem. A man with such promise, easily, the most successful broadcast journalist Joy FM, Ghana and Africa have produced.  We will all miss you dearly, Komla.

Rest in Perfect Peace Komla Afeke Dumor!!!!!!!! Till we meet again...!!!