When I first left Guyana for Canada on Sunday September 24, 1967, in the aircraft I sat beside a young Afro Guyanese woman about 20 years old. It was our first time on an airplane and we supported each other in our nervousness of the aircraft and anxiety of an unknown country, with an uncertain life ahead of us.
During those hours we became friends in our support of each other, but we did not exchange contact information.
In Toronto we parted ways, I came to school in Vancouver and she went East to a university, I believe might be in Montreal.
She was about five feet six inches tall and small built and will now be a senior.
During the decades, I think of her often and wondered how she made out in life in our new country, as I have done.