They call me lucky child

My journey to Africa began with a lot of stress which in first part affected my parents on our way to the Airport. I have been out that night until the early morning hours to celebrate with a couple of friends and instead of packing my things back home, I fell asleep. Too bad because we left two hours later then expected. At the highway the first jam awaited us.
Funny now, I felt a bad conscious the whole ride until Lindy called to say that the plane was late.

... Here they call me Sahabia because no one can pronounce my name. Lucky child.