A Memorable Wedding Adventure: From Reluctance to Revelry

Last week, I had the opportunity to visit home, which I had not done in a while. The main reason I was home was because of a programme I had in church on Friday night. Then on Saturday, my mother walked up to me and told me that she was going to a wedding with my dad, and then asked if I would love to tag along.

First, one of the things I don't like doing is going to places to which I am not personally invited. So I wanted to reply NO to my mom, saying that I would not be coming and that I would like to use the opportunity to rest, moreover, I never had it planned to go out on Saturday, nor did I have any dress planned for a wedding. I didn't want to go to a place where I would look totally different and everyone was wearing a particular type of dress planned for the day.

But before responding no, I had to ask my brother what he thinks; his reply was not conclusive as he reminded me of the same reason I mentioned earlier and ended up saying I could go if I wanted to go. I was like, This is confusing, giving me a reason not to go and then ending it with I can go if I want to.

Then I called my darling Pearl to know what she thought; she first asked me if I had anything serious or important to do at home. I replied NO, except to rest from the vigil I went to yesterday night. Then she said I could go, that I would have something to write about if I did, and also that I should go so that I would have experience and an idea of what our wedding would be like.

Then it came to my mind: that is a very good reason to go. So, I went to my mom and told her I would love to tag along. She suggested I wear a shirt and jeans. I didn't have a shirt that I thought would be nice, so she went in to take one of my dad's shirts that he had never worn and then gave it to me to try.

So I wore my dress and decided to take a shot. Here are the shots, I ended up taking:

The shirt fit me just fine. I really like it, and we were set to leave. On our way, my dad's car started having issues, so we had to branch out to the mechanic to work on it, which took some of our time. Then we continued back on our journey after the mechanic was done with our car.

When we arrived at the event centre, my dad had to drop off my mom while he said I should accompany him to inspect and work on elevators at two different sites. I was like; I should have stayed home because I know the stress of my dad's job. I was not ready to be climbing stairs and carrying a tool bag up and down. We spent over an hour before we were completely done with the job. I took some pictures, which I will not be sharing in this post.

So fast forward to the Wedding...

I liked the wedding from the start, as it was strictly by invitation. There was security up and down, and without your invitation card, you could not enter the wedding. The wedding was set to begin at 11 a.m., and we got there by 7 p.m. Imagine how late we were.

When I entered, I was wowed. They spent money on the place they used for the wedding. It was so luxurious. I was seeing people who were not Africans at the wedding. They were all in the selected native wear for the wedding, while some wore suits. I think they would be the groomsmen.

I was pained that I entered when the wedding was almost over, but at the same time, there was more than enough food to be served. Imagine being served twice when the wedding was almost over and some people had left.

I was given these two meals to eat:

I ate everything. It was when I was done eating everything that I realised that I had not remembered to leave anything for my siblings at home. I was very hungry because of the stress from the work I went to, and I am also a FOODIE! If I were given three more plates of this food, I would still have eaten everything.

My mom told me that if I had been around earlier, I would have eaten a lot of things. That they shared different edibles and foods multiple times with people that were around. I was like, This is the type of wedding I have always wanted to attend, and I came late.

I was glad I was able to devour two full fish and eat something. The wedding ended not too long after I was done eating, but guess what? There was an after party. The only thing is that it is an overnight party, and my parents would never agree to me staying over. Even if they would, I would not, because I am not the kind of person who likes staying out at night. I prefer to be at home working or sleeping.

Let me end this post by sharing the pictures I took of my parents when leaving the wedding.

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𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁

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