In 1947, I witnessed India's Independence Celebration at Albion Front.
In 1957, I witnessed Ghana's Independence Celebration in Rosignol.
In 1966, many of my countrymen went to bed, caring very little at the stroke of the midnight hour when British Guiana became Guyana.
Fascinated with the first black Caribbean country to be independent-I read just about everything on Haiti.
Fascinated by Marcus Garvey's visit to British Guiana, I would read Ethiopia.
At the stroke of midnight, my country shall dream a dream as never before.
Discarding 65 years of ideologies. Foreign to us.
Our journey begins towards a path, a unique path of Guyanese.
We shall celebrate.
I believe.
God Bless Us.