I have to admit the Departures Terminal is better than the Arrivals Terminal.
1. It's air-conditioned.
2. The washrooms are almost normal. Almost. There was no toilet paper and no running water from the faucets. I don't know why I expected there would be these little amenities. But I did.
It took 45 minutes to go through customs - to get to the front of the line, only to be greeted by a Ghanaian army woman who sayed "Aye, obruni - what do you have in your suitcases?" Wow. I could have said anything. Explosives. Aerosol cans. Liquor. I said "Clothes and some other stuff."
And that was that.
I am preparing now to go through Security to get eye-scanned (again) and finger printed (again), and get my backpack x-rayed and myself x-rayed too.
More from Heathrow, where Blackberries work and bathroom faucets have running water.
Four years ago, my church started supporting needy children in the Upper West region of Ghana by sending money for school uniforms, shoes and supplies. After years of emails, letters, cards and sparse phone calls, the time has finally come for me to step boldly where no one from my church has stepped before ... on the road to Wa.
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