The big day came like any other day, my sister's introduction was set for 12.00, I was up from 6.30, my dad was pacing as always commanding the troops concerning food, drinks and transport to the area.
He did not trust any one to do things right.My father's best friend wanted my dad to relieve some duties to me. He had told me to put me in charge of delivering the program to the event, My dad could no longer trust me to keep his phone safe (at least that was what i taught after an incident that happened earlier).
The plan was simple, get the event programme into his car, he had introduced me to his driver I had even collected his number to make sure that he did not get lost and made sure he had gotten something to eat in the morning. by 10.00 things were looking frantic, everyone was getting dressed, the bride has in the process of getting made up, the bridesmaid were all dressed and getting their picture taken and here i was not dressed, not even had a bath. I got my act together and dressed up. 11.30 my dad was sounding the alarm to get everybody out. I got to the driver, then i was told to get some of the bridesmaid to the venue and then return back home.
I did not have any idea about the venue and neither did the driver, fortunately
I had passed by the venue several days before, so all I had to do was back track in my mind and do a bit of guess work.
We got there on time and returned home. By the time i got home the house was empty. I was upset, I had just wasted time for nothing, i got a call from
my uncle asking me where i was, I told him i was at home, he then reminded me that I had the program in the trunk of the car.
As I was about to set off for the event centre, another call came in asking me to enter the house and get the bride's bag upstairs I tried the main door that lead to the living room that linked to the second floor but it was locked. My dad's friend had found his way back from the venue too.
I found my cousin and my aunt who had been left behind, My cousin found another route into the house. it was not locked so a ran up the stairs, but the doors to the rooms were locked too, we searched the window seels for the keys, found them and opened the door to a room. My dad called me, he had also forgotten to get the proposal scroll. In a yoruba traditional wedding, the proposal scroll is very important, it sort of sets the requirement for the marriage without it, the wedding will not be complete.
I got that and then got the bag, the bag was no joke, it was as heavy as a ton. It's the bride's travelling bag, a simbol of the bride's willingness to go with the groom and the groom's family.
I got help getting the bag into the car by another aunt. By the time we got to the venue, my dad had called me a total of 7 times (am not joking, the dude wanted details as were going to the event center).
The event centre was a yellow colored building with a red roof, good parking space. we got out of the car after parking the car, rolled out the bag into the center. Le Chatau, crudly meaning the Fortress, but this was far from what my dad's friend would call a fortress. None the less it was a very large event centre and an expensive one. The inside was cool and well lit, with decorations flowing around it.
one the left side sat the family of the groom in their lilac green and one the right side of the event centre were the bride's family in their burnt orange atire
the aile was carpetted red which led to where the bride and groom would sit for the event, my brother seeing how tired and fustrated i was with all the helter skelter
helped me roll the bag to where it was needed. The program was quickly distributed by my aunts. My brother hinted that he and his friends were sitting at the top row seats we had the birds eye view of the traditional wedding.
No am not going to bore you guys with the whole event, but the after party what where all the action happened.
There was um mm, well booze, and lots of booze. My brother, his fiancée, his friends and some of mine all hanged out together. I don't drink, it's odd to me to see what that poison can do to people. After a few glasses of Alcohol that eventually emptied the bottle of Smirnoff vodka, one of my brothers friends started dancing like a lunatic, I did not know he was drunk.
I got to use my two left feet in dancing, i delegated my cousin and her friends to teach me how to dance. What a comedy it was,it was fun.
I had time to talk to my family friend, i had not seen her in a long while, i heard later that one of my aunt taught she was my girl friend.
Hen, she must not find out. I expressed myself and how I felt about relationships, She told me to stop stressing about the whole deal, she is right, maybe am going to fast, and asking for more than any girl wants to chew too soon. Am taking it as it comes from now on.
The next day was my sister's white wedding, I was on the grooms men train, my first.
Since i had not gone for rehearser i was clueless about what to do. so i took it as it came (hope no one noticed how clueless i was about the whole event).
That night was another party,more drinks and more drunk dudes, girls let me give you an advice, if you ever see a guy dancing too much stay away from him cause he is probably drunk.
Me and my too left legs were still dancing to imaginary tunes and flapping my hands as though they were wings.
We all had fun in our own ways. The pinnacle of the day to me was the talk i had with my father's best friend. He told me that my father is a caring man, he may not show it the way i expect or want but he cares. I always knew he cared, Maybe I am just being selfish when i should be appreciating what i actually have.
In the end, the wedding was not just a new beginning in my sisters life, It was also an opportunity for me to get answers to some questions keeping me back.
I want to use this opportunity to Congratulate my sister and her husband, I wish them a happy married life.
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