It's all about having faith!

It's been a trying couple of weeks...just thankful that all the worrying and fear is over. What do you do when a loved one goes missing? Especially when the individual is high profile and it cannot be put out on the airwaves? Well that's the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago when someone close to me did just that....it was like I was watching a feature film because the events were just incredible! All the worry, loss of appetite, you name it, I went through it.

I even did some P.I.work myself...travelling down the road that goes right to the Togo border and stopping at each police barrier, making enquiries, showing a photograph of the missing person with the hope that someone will spot this person. The trip was a good one, especially as I had not been to the border we share with Togo for yonks! However I was not there for the sight seeing...but I tell you that trip made me realise how under-utilised the Volta River is.

As soon as I alighted from the vehicle, a young boy started speaking to me in French, asking whether I wanted to change some money. I replied that I didn't, then he started to ask if I needed accomodation, this time I stoppped in my tracks and told him to back off....I was on a mission and didn't need people distracting the purpose of this trip! It does pay to speak the lingo (French I mean) because you will never know when one might need to get out of a jam. Anyway I am digressing..unfortunately my trip did not attain the results I was looking for so all I could do was to leave my contact details and the photography behind.

One of the policemen who took my number at one of the barrier posts, called me a few times before I got back to Accra and I was not pleased because I know he was not calling to give me good news but for personal reasons. The same policeman called me the following morning and I had to tell him where to get off....sexual harrassment is not what I needed at that time of the morning (or at any time for that matter).

An sms from a strange number brought good news! My missing person had been spotted west of Accra. I was told to get there quickly but as I was waiting for my car to return from the fitting shop, I called a close friend of mine to tell him the good news and he offered to go and pick up my missing person. After all the worry and anguish I thought I was ready for this but my hands started to shake so badly, I could hardly dial numbers on my mobile phone.

A number of people still ask how I was able to stay calm during the entire period and I answered it was my faith that kept me going. All's well that ends well.