When drone photography started becoming a thing in Ghana some time last year, my friend Fii got a kit from Amazon. Fii has always loved photography. He saved for three months to afford the drone and it took a month for it to arrive in Ghana.
He was so excited, like the next-in-line cockerel looking on as the top cock is being prepared for lightsoup. The very next day, he took it to labadi beach to figure it out. He wanted to learn how to maneuver it somewhere trees and buildings wouldn’t get in the way. He fixed the blades and the other parts like the manual instructed, then he inserted the batteries in the drone and the remote. He set the drone in the beach sand, pressed the power button and touched the joystick on the remote lightly.
With a low buzz, the drone lifted clumsily like a dazed housefly. Fii was ecstatic! He’d never had a fancy toy as a boy nor gone to piloting school, but there he was flying this mini AirForce 1 chopper look-alike. After a few minutes he got the hang of it. He’d let it go high up, then bring it all the way down. He’d send it to the far end then pull it back in, but somewhere between here and there, he got a bit too excited. He flew it a bit too high, a bit too far over the Atlantic Ocean and when he pulled the joystick, setewaa, the drone didn’t return. The signal had broken and his fancy photography gadget was now heading towards Europe at 10 mph! Read More I’m coming home