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Jacob Nana Kwafo Kuma (OB) Anoff

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Jacob Nana Kwafo Kuma (OB) Anoff

Place of birth: South Labadi, Ghana

Religious affiliation: Protestant

Jacob Nana Kwafo Kuma Anoff (OB), 63, of Mount Vernon,NY/Accra, Ghana passed away on December 15th, 2020 following a long and strenuous battle with COVID-19. OB was born and raised in South Labadi, Ghana and emigrated to the United States in 1981. He graduated from Fordham University with a degree in Marketing and went on to become an audience management director for many publishing companies in the tri-state area (NY/NJ/CT) area. His career in publishing spanned nearly 30 years as he worked with many notable media companies including Nielsen Business Media, Inc. and Vendome Group. in his spare time, he enjoyed watching sports, traveling the world and spending time with his family and friends. Ob was a kind and loving husband to his wife, Christina Anoff as well as a doting father to his three children, Alice, Elizabeth and Christopher (Big Guy). Ob was known for his love of soccer, politics and his infectious joyous spirit. He lived each day with levity and welcomed death because he knew he had a spot reserved for him in heaven. Aside from being survived by his wife and three children, Ob also leaves behind four siblings, a son-in-law, Matthew Iversen and two grandchildren, Rose and Jacob Iversen.

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  • Elizabeth Anoff On

    Children’s Tribute I’d like to start off by thanking our dad, OB, for everything he has done for us. Because of him we learned to work hard, love life, be responsible and respect ourselves. He instilled in all of us the importance of education and financial responsibility. OB would always say, “If you have good credit you can work at PathMark and own a BMW.” He was the living example of the American dream: According to him, he came to America with 100 pounds and one suitcase; every child of an immigrant parent has heard this story over and over again, but OB was the real deal. We had the honor to watch him achieve every dream that he wanted to accomplish: From graduating from Fordham University to buying a home in Westchester to having a long career in publishing to having a strong loving marriage that produced beautiful children and grandchildren. A part of what he defined as his American dream was to make sure that his kids exceeded his achievements. It was important to him that we did better than him and to honor him, we will continue to do so. Because our dad was cool, he didn’t want us to call him Dad; he wanted us to call him OB. People didn’t understand why! Even his mom didn’t understand why we were calling him by his nickname, OB. He said to her, “I don’t even call you mom; I call you Auntie. And aren’t you my mom?!” She immediately dropped the topic. OB was always so young at heart, so calling him dad was no no. He loved fashion, he loved to dance and he was always the life of the party. Boy, was he loud so loud we’d always make fun of him for it. He was loud even when he wasn't talking: we could even hear him walking in the kitchen downstairs from our bedrooms upstairs! We’d be remiss if we didn't mention how much he also loved sports, especially all of the losing ones, the Knicks, Mets, Jets, and Tottenham Hotspur. We honestly thought his loyalty to the Knicks or Jets would have given him a heart attack years ago. Our Ob was one of the funniest people that we know. One day, he was on one of his many walks and he got into a fight with a squirrel. A squirrel fell out of a tree and attacked him. It became a joke in our family that the squirrel beat him up. While he was in Ghana, the squirrel came to attack Liz and she joked that it was the same squirrel looking to beat him up again. Ob wasn’t the typical “all business all the time” African dad, he allowed us to joke around with him like he was one our friends most of the time. He’d make fun of Alice’s expensive taste, Liz’s frugality, and my love for sleeping. In turn, we’d rub his belly and his bald head to playfully remind him of his age. With all of the jokes and fun times, he always found time to incorporate his life experiences into lessons for us. At young ages, we all knew what type of people and situations to steer clear from, but at the same time never judging people. To know him, was to love him. But to be raised by him, was to honor our parents, value our family, comfort our friends, make our colleagues laugh, work hard to succeed, fear God and to thoroughly love ourselves. To be raised by him, was to know genuine laughter and happiness. To be raised by him, is to know that Ob’s blood running through our veins makes us powerful beyond measure. If it wasn’t clear before, he is the best dad a child could ever have. Many people have lost their parents at an early age or have never met them, so even in our deepest sorrow, we are truly blessed to have reached adulthood with the light and tremendous love we received daily from our father. We needed more time, but we are so thankful to have been raised by a giant who did anything for his kids and pursued each day with joy. Until we meet again. We love you so much, OB.


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