I know, I know, Bubu is crazy, right?! I looked forward to leaving KSA so I could gain my ‘freedom’ but now that I am ‘free’, I miss it back there. Well, I’ve had a backlog of messages asking how it is like, living in Saudi Arabia and I planned writing about it. (Something like, everything you need to know as a first timer) but I kept pushing it until I got overwhelmed with other stuff. I have been missing Saudi Arabia lately…and Nigeria but Saudi Arabia especially. How odd, right? But wait, I’ve had some strange coincidences. Our Landlord here in Grenada is an Indian Muslim. My neighbors are Muslims and I hear the Muezzin calling for prayers from a mosque. I found out the mosque is close to my house. My neighbor said it was a sign…and before she completed her statement, I interrupted loudly,”What sign?” and she knew she didn’t need to continue the conversation. LOL. But seriously, what are the odds, that we find ourselves an Indian Muslim landlord and neighbors in the whole of Grenada? One time, I bought one of those toy TVs (that you peep through) in Nigeria for my daughter and all the pictures in it were of Mecca, Imams and prayers. That sent shivers down my spine. Again, what are the odds? Well, let’s just still call it a coincidence. I guess I miss it there so much, the universe was drawing them to me. So in order to deal with that and also address the new-visitor experience, I’ve decided to merge these two into one blogpost (Well, if it doesn’t get way tooo long). Since I came to Grenada, I am in awe of the extreme worlds of these two countries. That deserves a blog post on its own, I tell ya! So let’s get into why I miss it there:
The Exclusivity: Saudi has an eerie, (well, in reality, not-so-eerie) feeling, like you are in a different world where most people are not likely to visit, so you feel safe and when you come out, you look like someone who’s looked adversity in the eye and have come out of it. Like, you are invincible. LOL
The conservative lifestyle: I’ve been seeing an open display of affection/aggression-like affection anywhere I turn here, that is far from being seen in Saudi Arabia (Dem no born you well to touch woman for Saudi). Someone is dressing obscenely provocative here each time I go out. Of course, there are well dressed people here but coming from Saudi Arabia, even a woman moving with a spaghetti-strap top and shorts is just a bit too much, especially when you are not even close to the beach.
Picking up what to wear is such a conundrum: Back in Saudi, all you needed was just throw on your abaya(black robe) over whatever you are wearing underneath and you are good to go. Besides, there was something regal about the stylish abayas. Now, I have to start matching clothes and bags and shoes and urggghhh!
Oh dear. This I miss. Just walking into the hospital looks like you are on the set of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. They share same clean lifestyle with Grenadians but their wide roads and infrastructures are to die for. I am certain, even President Trump would admire these structures on his visit ‘Bigly’.
The Attention: Being dark-skinned gave me attention like being an oyibo in Africa. They were always courteous and always wanted to leave a good impression and oh, they did. Grenadians are also nice but they have a lot of blacks here, so until you speak(..and that creole accent doesn’t come out), you are one of them. lol.
The Cable Network: I found a friend in Saudi’s cable network called OSN. It’s basically of the UAE but serves the gulf areas and Lord, they had some beautiful channels. The bouquet was rich, From Blockbuster movies to DIY channels. Very educative kiddies channels.(Not feeling the Cartoon Network here in Grenada). The things lacking in Saudi were, christian channels, African channels and BET, which Grenada wins on these ones.
The Cars: They were mostly white. Pearly white, Pristine white, Teeth white… Yes, white! And they go with the latest cars. You have a car in mind? Name it, it’s there. The only downside was I wasn’t allowed to drive as a woman.
My skin and hair that felt like butter and silk: Now it’s like ‘kpekere’ and ‘Tafeta‘.?The sedentary lifestyle there made me not go out in the sun, so my skin was clear, smooth and toned like butter. Trust me, no enhancements. I rubbed Jergens and there was nothing toning about it. As for hair, it was mostly covered with wigs and a headtie outside so less trips to the salon for straightening, meant long, silky healthy hair.
Security: We could actually leave our door open overnight (Just so we don’t tempt the devil, we didn’t). It was that safe…. Well, because there was a serious penalty on criminals that just made them act well.
Family Orientation: My family started there. Had the birth of my two kids there. It was there I started my duties as a wife. Obviously, I’d be emotionally attached. Although, it became such a bore being chaperoned by a male relative everywhere, it created that bond. Now I need more of those chaperoned trips. Keeping Bae on my side like “Don’t you dare take my man!”?
Well, by the end of this post, there was no way I was going to talk about the second part I promised because the post was getting long, so I’d just dedicate a post on that. Do you have plans visiting or relocating to Saudi Arabia or any of the gulf countries? What are your fears and expectations? Drop your Comments in the comment box below and I’d try to clarify things for you from my experience and perspective. For now, I’d be sipping my Pina Colada under the Caribbean Sun, and no it’s not virgin! *hic*Cheers to da’ friggin’ weekend! It’s not weekend yet?! Oh well….*hic*
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