Accra, 6.30 a.m. In the thwarting traffic, I wolfed a woman in a dapper dress. Oh, it was russet and sienna and Sea Island cotton ... and more hues of brown and red. It choc’d her brown skin in a warmer glow, and rolled her dynamo hips under its windswept flow. The simplicity and style took me whole, and helium’d my spirits for the rest of the morning.