I'm writing this blog post its actual date. Since I can't remember someone exactly new, I will write about Basma, who I met briefly for coffee after work.
I remember her arrival in Cape Town last year very clearly. A few months after arrival, Basma (who was pregnant at the time) joined my High Intermediate class.
During and after being in my class, I got to know this lovely lady from Libya. I always admired her classic beauty. With flawless skin, I felt she exuded such grace and warmth whenever we were together.
She and her family have just relocated and while I didn't meet her all that often, I already feel her absence.