It was cold and the wind blew lightly. As usual, I let myself grow sensitive to the changing conditions of the weather as dawn crawled slowly into day. Richard had left some money we would need on our journey in his office, so he led me to the check-in point and left to pick it up.

Suddenly, the weather grew colder and though there were hundreds of people moving about in the departure section of the Kotoka International airport, I suddenly felt lonely as you would in a huge empty dark cold room. I gazed around me uncertainly before finally joining the group of people who were obviously waiting for the check-in process to begin. For about the next ten minutes, I check and rechecked our travelling documents to make sure everything was set, each time, praying that Richard would; though as a matter of fact, I had no idea about most of the papers I was holding.