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Hi There, My opening salutation should give you a clue as to where I am writing from. Just in case you cannot figure out, greetings from the land of plentiful; also the number one enemy of the ghost, I mean "osaman".

Going through immigration on arrival was not that hectic this time. It was smooth sailing, no big questions requiring full page presentation.

I was wondering whether the search for “osaman” is still on or whether all systems to grab him were so well in place that there really is no cause to harass anyone entering this great state these days.

I actually touched down one hour before lunch time, having spent six and a half hours or so in the air, connecting from Heathrow.

Oh, mention of Heathrow reminds me of the much hue and cry made about the opening of Terminal Five by British Airways earlier in the year.

I am told that after all the noise and the super grand opening, the systems failed and therefore my original connection at Terminal Five was changed to Terminal Four.

Can you imagine if this had happened in my beloved country? The bashing we would have received both within and without?

On board the British Airways flight which brought me this far, I started asking myself so many questions.

I remember one question that sat prominently on my mind was how come the flight from my Ghana land to the Queen's land is about the same as a direct flight from London to the Big Apple yet the sizes of the British Airways aircraft used on both routes are not comparable.

Whereas we get squeezed up in a much smaller aircraft from Accra to London, British Airways puts a much bigger and spacious aircraft on its London-US routes.

You do not even dare talk about the services on board. Two worlds apart I tell you. The smiles and courtesies from the cabin crew, the difference is too glaring. How about the fares?

From Ghana, you are paying about one-and-a-half the cost of the fare you would pay for the same distance to say New York or Newark. So what at all is our curse in our part of the world?

Why can't our leaders talk for us? Why do we continue to allow such short changes even on our own soil?

When I touched down on the American soil, it was Fathers' Day. You could feel it in the air. And why not?  Continued    Source: Vicky Wireko

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