A move back home

A move back home

The sun blessed me the moment I dropped from the airport
Have I talked about the mosquitoes? lord knows there are mosquitoes in Jakarta and their bite is very stingy, yet the one’s in Nigeria are malaria causing, Lord save this soul of mine from malaria.
So far so good I kind of am okay here, adjusting maybe but I think I am doing well for now, I have not been blogging due to my lack of Internet connection, but as of now I finally have Internet which is why of course….
Hello Nigeria!

Salma Babani

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Happy Birthday ! hello Adulthood ?

Ha, it was a friday morning and i woke up early on this not so anticipated day, i am 18 years old but i check myself over nothing has changed nor do i feel different. Happy birthday it was 24th July 2015 the day I turned 18.

On a beautiful day such as that there was a lot of sunshine, I brushed my eyebrows and pretended to be an adult, oh wait i am now an adult, any teenager you meet can’t wait to finally clock 18, neither was I different. The ultimate age for most kids when you get to finally be FREE ! Well i just felt normal, my mom still scolds me and i am still broke ! so why then do teenagers covet this ‘finally 18′ birthday as an ultimate achievement ?

I remember being around 7 or 8 and i could not wait to be 10 and finally have that decade added to my timeline, afterwards i could not wait to be ’13’ and be part of the teenagers clique, so on and so forth i always had age thresholds i could not wait to cross, but on the day i finally turned 18 i felt nothing infact i was indifferent like now what ? I think humans just like having something to anticipate towards, maybe its just nature’s way of keeping us hooked to that “what next?” phase we are constantly in.

I know for most teenagers like myself the 16th birthday or “sweet sixteen” as it is coined is supposed to be the best day of your life when you get your license, brand new ‘dream car’ and  have the worlds most talked about party, okay at least  the town’s best, let’s be honest here. Well if you have watched the show “sweet sixteen” a few years back on MTV you know what I’m talking about. To say my sweet sixteenth birthday was anticipated is a lie furthermore i went to school on that faithful 24th of July 2013 by school bus completely unawares, i still cannot believe it that i wrote the date several times on my notebooks yet did not remember that it was my own birthday. It was on our way back from school in the evening on that stressful day that my brother Abu reminded me and wished me “happy sweet sixteenth birthday”, the whole bus was shocked and i was even more shocked when i realised that indeed it was birthday and i had no plans.

Well cutting a long story short i went home to Duku patra in Jakarta, finished my chemistry assignment and went to sleep after my family wished me, i still was indifferent.

Why do people give such importance to birthdays and anticipate some thresholds in their lives ? why not just move on we know very little has changed maybe i moved from grade 11 to grade 12 but i will be attending the same school with the same bus and teachers with the same group of chattering girls in my class, my chemistry textbook has not changed nor did the final boards exam syllabus exclude Further Organic chemistry from the exam, although i wish it did

BYe !

yes i did turn 18 and surprisingly i was a tad bit more enthusiastic this year Who knows ?

Deported ?

A week ago, my mom and i were shopping at carrefour, for those of you who don’t know carrefour is like Walmart to Americans here in Jakarta. In all my stay in Indonesia, the thought of Indonesians being patient is something i will always carry with me. As they stay hours in traffic and other things. We went there on a Wednesday evening through the basement of Ambassador mall, we finally got done and went to the cashier section with our trolley, as we got there i had a feeling so i said let’s go to the other line, but she said no let us wait these ladies are almost done. As we were waiting in line, the first lady pushed her cart forward and started yelling at us, giving us a lecture on personal space, while her saliva was landing on our faces. My mother was beyond shocked when this lady’s sister also joined her in giving us a not so gentle lecture, pushing our trolley and even pushing my mom to the side, I was thinking xenophobia maybe. Suddenly she told us that she knows poor Somali North Africans like us who live in Indonesia without a Kitas (residence permit) and that she was going to get us deported. The most surprising thing about the incident was that we did not even go close to this lady, a few minutes later she paid the cashier and left after creating a ruckus. She really wanted to fight with us, apparently she had reported us to the nearby security who came to see our Kitas, while she stood outside. My mom being the ever patient person stood aside and pulled out her passport, see the thing is a diplomatic passport works wonders in this world. The security was embarrassed and started apologising when my mom got angry and started giving him her lecture on the fact that she would not be deported from this country, of all countries to be deported from, why will she chose Indonesia. I told him that we were here because my dad works for the embassy and we will leave on our own by next year before my Father’s term is over because to be honest Jakarta is not all that enjoyable to us anyways. Phew! what a ruckus, I actually thought that maybe she was deported from an English speaking country in the area say Singapore or Australia perhaps, because people over here speak Bahasa with a pinch of English.  My over-thinking self put to work right there. What an angry lady ! Bye