From Where I come

Day 1. Wednesday, 4th January 2017. Arrived around 4:15 am. The weather met me like an old friend, embracimg me into its chilly arms. Honestly the only thing I dislike in this time of year is the harmattan! And it was still abiding in Wa despite bidding those of us in Accra farewell. But for now Harmattan was least of my worries. I had to get out of the station but my phone had run out of battery despite all attempts to preserve it for the 12 hour journey. And even if I asked someone for a phone, I didn't have my host's mobile number memorised. I began to chide myself for not writing it when I saw the battery was low. Had I known, they say, is...... I resolved to stay at the station and pray my host somehow comes to find me. But how long would I have to endure this weather? Chai. "God please speak to him,"  I prayed. After some minutes, a taxi came around. Obviously to see if he would get some business. The driver approached me to ask if I wanted his services. He s...