“What?!” was all that would escape my brother’s lips. Both my uncle and brother were clearly shocked by my answer and neither said anything more.
I can sense my brother wants to ask me why but just couldn’t. So I offered to tell them both why I said nothing. ‘I didn’t want to jinx my plans,’ plainly said.
My brother and uncle still wrapped in a fog of disbelief as the rest of the staff came back into the workshop to congratulate me. I felt a little numb.
I excused myself and went to the boss’s office to inform him. “Nand I knew you were up to something but I had no idea it was this! When are you set to leave?” I told Mr. W that I had to go over to the Union Steamship Company and check for sailing dates and then I’d know for sure.
‘The sooner the better’ was all I could think. I assured him it could be as soon as the next few days.
Mr. W offered me leave of my duties and told me he could send my final paycheck home with my brother. ”I expect you may need some extra time to do a little shopping, spend time with the family and oh yes, pack up your suitcase.”
He shook my hand warmly, other hand on my arm, complimenting me on my work performance and character. He wished me tons of good fortune. I was released from my job with his good intentions.
I went immediately across the street to the travel agency -the Union Steamship Company. I inquired as to the very next available sailing to America.
I was told a ship was due in from the south; the P. & O. Liner Orsova, sailing northeast towards North America. He double checked his books and informed me there would be a cabin available this Sunday for the 5p sailing. This cost me £62.
He then told me I would have to disembark in Honolulu, leaving the ship there and head for the airport. I paid £52 for a one-way ticket on a Pan American flight destined for San Francisco.
Now that I had obtained my passage out of Suva, I was pretty sure I had all I would need to begin this new chapter in my life. I caught the bus going straight home.
It’s Friday afternoon.
I took off my shoes, freshened up and then went into the living room. I sat down and placed the now somewhat notorious envelope on the table and called a family meeting. The household members gathered.
‘I am going to America.’ I announced – nobody believed me.
My mother said “Why are you saying these things? You’re always talking of leaving, stop this nonsense!”
By 4p the entire clan had gathered at my house to say goodbye. It was an afternoon of mixed emotions. There was on and off crying going through my family home, especially coming from my mother. Then my brother came home from work. There was definitely a sense of sadness about; quite different than the previous times I had left my home.