In a village off the beaten path in Winneba, I come into the door marked "LYING IN WARD". There in a remote village I find a woman who has just given birth not 3 hours before. She lays on blue plastic with sheets that are soiled. The midwife at the clinic told the story of how babies have past away in the middle of the night because of no electricity. She tells me of those nights that the watchman must hold the torch (flashlight) as she delivers. She whispers to me, "She is a lucky one".