This death is like one of those scenes in Athenian-theme movies. On the threshold of victory, the opposition cornered, the strategy plays out to finish off a battle believed to be the Lord's.

Then a young warrior charging from a position of victory clutches his heart in a fit of fear and seconds later writhes in pain - gone.

While we can safely tuck away this story as mythical, we cannot do same for this one - the Kwabena Boadu one.

He was a young political strategist certified by his associates as promising and the armour bearer of NPP's running mate now Ghana's Vice-president Dr. Mahamudu Bawumia.

And so 30 years but gone, Kwabena Boadu's death is a bitter aftertaste in the mouth of the NPP, in the mouth of his family where he is the only son.

November 24, 2016 will always remain indelible in the minds of many who won political victories at the university and in main line national politics. The man whose seamless strategy always catapulted his protagonists to victory died in the Upper West West Region while doing what he does best.

And  a bitter aftertaste in the mouth of the young intellectual vanguard of the NPP as his mortal remains lay in the centre of the forecourt at the State House.

The bright clouds perhaps embarrassed that it was not properly attired for the funeral service soon took on a dark hue in grieving solidarity.

NPP flag draped over the coffin - his new office when a better one awaited him inside the Flagstaff House after his heroics for Bawumia.

It was a youthful funeral, because the youth shun seats, preferring to collect together in groups of four or five.

Chatting away in emotional conversation, punctuated by painful memories of the student politician who climbed to a position of power too quick for his generation.

But it was also a star-studded sending-off. The Vice-President and his wife Samira, the NPP National chairman, approved ministers as fresh as mint and top government officials named and yet-to-named were all present.

After a file past, and reading of bible verses including one that asked the Lord to 'teach us how to number our days', the reverend minister in self-evident regalia stood over the microphone.

He proceeded to explain some merciless truths about death and our helplessly disabled condition to fight it off - expect for Christians who believe death is dead-on-arrival, a defeated foe who wins only to lose - a comforting thought to a terribly grief-stricken family.

The minister called death names - a messenger, an escort, a necessary evil and yes - the one description which we readily agreed with him - a thief.