So I was at this weddin a couple of months ago. In my mind, I had come for a ghen-ghen wedding’ but
little did I know that ‘the wedding’ would turn out to be a bloody
waste of time, energy, T-fare, makeup plus the N5000 Ankara material the
bride had insisted we must all sew and wear as Asoebis.
My people, we could not find the groom o. The dude vanished!
“He
dey come, he dey come” was what we were hearing until eventually, the
day drew to an end and the stars started advising us to go and sleep.
Nobody knew where the Oga went and all efforts made to locate his whereabouts that day were fruitless.
I mean- A bride’s worst nightmare.
Me,
I have said it, and I am still saying it. In fact I have already
started casting and binding every demonic spirit that would want to make
my bobo decide that the day of all days that he wants to leave and
abandon me, would be my wedding day…in my wedding gown.
Hian! Holy Ghost fire o!
You
need to have seen the bride that day, she was hysterical and I felt so
sorry for her. No one saw her again after that day until we started
hearing gists of how the groom had shrunk back to beg for forgiveness.
What happened? Oga said He had cold feet.
Hian! Cold feet?
He
said that while he had been anxiously/nervously putting on his tuxedo,
his uncle had showed up in his dressing room and advised him:
“My son, remember what I have been telling you? Marriage is not easy at all. In fact, it is only sweet after the first two to three years give or take. So just start preparing your mind…Marriage is all about tolerance”
And that was why he disappeared.
Hian!
At
first, when I heard the story I was like “Gerrahere! What kinda cock
and bull excuse is that? Abeggie! Instead of the bobo to say he changed
his mind and didn’t want to wife the girl again, he is there saying
gini?”
A friend of mine said that the uncle must have been jealous or doing kpokus with the dude’s babe behind his back and was just simply looking for a way to ruin the wedding which by the way, worked.
Some of my other friends even insisted that the uncle must have used jazz to deceive the dude; to hear something like this:
“Run for your life Onyedikachi! …Run! Run!”
And so he ran!
But
whatever the case might have been, it was still a terrible thing for
the dude to have left his bride at the altar with the whole world
watching. In fact, it is a terrible thing for anyone to leave their
fiancee/fiance at the altar. To me, if you notice that your feet are
starting to get cold, all you simply have to do is put them on top a
burning stove; Shikena! Let them get warm.
Which one is cold feet?
This
even reminds me. Please I want to use this medium to beg all
our already married brothers and sisters. You people need to stop
jinxing this whole marriage thing for us(singles) bikonu especially when it has stressed beyond the said two to three years.
Eh
we know…we know that marriage is ‘all’ about tolerance. We know that
husband and wife fight all the time. We know that eventually the love
would die and it would only be the friendship that exists. We know that
children would come and then the couple may not always spend quality
time together. We know that sex would not be as before and might
eventually dwindle to just once a week or none at all for months. We
also know that there would definitely be money issues, extended family
conflicts, mother-in-law wahala, sister/brothers impromptu visits and
sudden intrusion(if you know what I mean) and then of course, arguments
about which side of the toothpaste to press and who should wash the
toilet.
Thank you, we know…STOP SCARING US!
However, in the process of highlighting all those difficulties, biko
do not forget to mention the privileges, prestige and benefits attached
to being married. I cannot count how many times I have wanted to take
the front seat of my colleague’s car only to be passed to the backseat
because a ‘Mrs’ wanted to join us. When it is even time for promotions
or increase in pay, it is the Mr/Mrs they actually consider first and so
the rest of us should go and sit down on the bench.
Also, don’t forget to tell us how refreshing it is to have free and guiltless kpokus(I mean it is the high point of everything ni
and the dream of every born-again single brother/sister) and then there
are of course the other benefits: companionship, lifetime friendship,
trust, procreation, security, partnership and love.
But what’s your thought oh jawe? Have you ever had cold feet? Do you think it is a justifiable reason to stand your fiance/fiancee at the altar?
If
unfortunately- God forbid-your boo/bae stands you at the altar, would
you forgive him/her and still go ahead to marry them? I mean what will
you do? Would really love to know your thoughts.
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