The Wedding

I went for the wedding like I said I would yesterday. I could only meet up with the reception though.

My ex-boyfriend’s clicks (we all used to be friends back then in secondary school) were fully represented, so, I just reunite with them, they couldn’t believe their eyes because to them am now slimmer and with my low cut? Oh my God, you look too young, they said.

I don’t really like weedings, burials and what have you. My reasons for not liking weddings are not far fetched, I detest Aso Ebi and gele stuff, to crown it all, they will make the bride subjective in all their programs by telling her stuff like respect and submit to your husband and making her serve him on her knees (feeding of cake and wine) without remembering to tell the husband his Godly roles in the marriage. A lot of shits that always affect my feminism belief.

Burial? They are always wasteful in Nigeria. Instead of opening a foundation in the memory of the late person, na to waste money to bury am. May be the person even suffered through life without anyone to help but befitting burial is a must. (I have a lot to say on this topic but not now).

So, I got to the wedding reception and choose to tango with my former secondary school click. Almost all the guys are married. One of them Niyi came with his wife and kid. Very fine baby girl. The couple choose to be calling themselves mummy Zainab and daddy Zainab. I said to myself in this age and time? I planned not to eat anything at the wedding but I could not resist the Amala and egusi soup with plenty fried beef I was offered. Well, it got to a point that they brought take away gift for us and only the women were given. About 6 glass cups in each package. So, now gift is be stereotyped too? Glass cups for women and nada for men.

One of my click members said to a lady friend of his (God knows what the conversation was all about) that you women always take from men, you can’t fend for yourself. What an insult, when a lot of women are taking up jobs to support their families, when some are doing 2 jobs so their husbands can go back to school, when some young girls are forced to look for jobs to take care of their families. He sure did not know what he was talking about!!! 

Did I enjoy myself? I can’t really say yes or no because I always observe issues that are not good for my health in events like this but in all, the reunion was fine and the fact that I was able to display my new “African Queen’s look” was refreshing.