My adorable baby twin sisters, Farah and Faiza.In August 1967, my mum went to Arusha from Dar-es-Salaam for her brother's wedding. My dad picked her up and they went on Safari to a place called Momella. Soon after that, she found out she was pregnant!
My parents and I with my dad's oldest brother in a safari suit on the right, Uncle Mohamed (Asani)
I had my second birthday on April 9, 1968 in a pretty little yellow dress specially ordered from my mum's cousin, Nargis in England. A day later, my mum had back pains and a friend, Bhaturio picked her up to drive her into town to the doctor. It wasn't time yet though and the doctor asked her to stay in the City. So a 7 1/2 month pregnant woman and her 2 year old toddler knocked on my Aunt Mali's, (my mum's sister), Uncle Sadru's and my 2 year old cousin, Kimi's door without any notice and bunked in with them till it was time. That would be 19 days!
|My 2nd Birthday in my flouncy yellow 'imported' dress with my cousin, Kimi (who's a month older than me), my Aunt Mali and my mum|
On April 29th, after a lunch of Kadhi and Khichri (however I translate it, it will be butchered, so let's just say Indian soup and mung beans & rice!), my mum's contractions began! The trusty Bhaturio was beckoned once more to take my mum to Dr. Khan's baby hospital - baby hospital downstairs and the doctor's home upstairs. This time my mum was ready! They had no ultrasounds in 1968. There was no way to know the baby's gender and the doctor checked the baby's heartbeats with a bell-like object that they held to the mother's tummy!
Dr. Khan and two lovely nurse helpers helped my mum deliver. The doctor still had no idea that there were two babies. Just a note that on that particular evening, the doctor's family was having a party in their home upstairs. My first baby twin sister came at 10 pm. The doctor was in a hurry to get back to the party so gave my mum some sort of injection "for the uterus to change position" is what my mum said it was for! (Any doctors reading this want to interpret this? Is this a practice from the 60s?!!!). He washed his hands and was on his way. My mum heard the two lovely nurses speaking under their breaths in Swahili "Ni mpacha!" "It's twins!" and the other one said "Don't frighten her!" Too late for that! The doctor was dragged back from his party and delivered my other twin sister at 10:20 pm. My sisters Habiba and Baby (oh boy they're going to kill me!) were born a month premature 20 minutes apart on April 29, 1968.
|Just born! |
Farah on the left and Faiza on the right.
There just happened to be a photographer at the party upstairs for this Kodak moment with
a random nurse who did not deliver my sisters!
|With Mum on the beach at Silversands|
|With Dad on the beach at Silversands|
5 day olds. A sister who just couldn't wait to start pinching these munchkins!
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