(Part
One)
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Saturday, the 18th of February, 2017
will forever be etched in my memory. Not because I won the Olympic medal I have
always been dreaming about. No, not yet. Neither is it because I bought my
dream car – the red mini cooper 2016 edition. Oh well, I know God is working
things out for me and very soon my red mini cooper will arrive (giggles). And
until then, I patiently await ‘her’ arrival.
But that is not
the essence of this story. The gist of this story is about the milestone that I
just achieved. Yes, you guessed right. After several years of waiting and
praying, I finally got married to the love of my life. And this is a recap of
the unending episodes that preceded the d-day.
Like every
excited bride-to-be, I looked forward to the wedding date with so much glee.
Being a daddy’s girl meant that I had to get married in my dad’s church. And
since it was also the church I worshiped, I had no issue with it. However, I
found the compulsory 6 months pre-marital counseling period too long. More gut
wrenching were the rules ‘le boo’ and I had to abide by if we wanted the church
to certify us ‘marriage-worthy’.
‘Your skirt must
be more than 3 inches below your knee. You must always tie a scarf to church.
You must not have those ‘so-called’ artificial nails on when coming to this
church. Trousers are not allowed in this church for whatever reason, you are
not here to seduce the church members’. I sat down and listened to Madam Liz,
the woman in charge of the pre-marital counseling, as she read out the rules to
us.
‘Why are all the
rules meant for only me?’ I asked Madam Liz. ‘ We are serious minded people in
this church. If you want to do fashion parade, go to your Lekki church where
you people dress half-naked to the house of God every Sunday’, she said. Just
know we cannot join you together in this church if you refuse to change your
bad attitude’, she further added. Since I had made up my mind that my wedding
was going to be conducted in my dad’s church, I decided to abide by their rules,
although grudgingly and reluctantly.
Weeks seemed to
be taking forever to end. While the days dragged by like a snail in an
Olympics. However, each new day brought the ‘d-day’ closer. And before I knew
it, it was three weeks to the wedding day. It then came to my realization that
I still had a lot of things to to. Despite the fact that I had a wedding
planner, I wanted to do some things myself. And since I work for the number one hotel booking portal in
Africa, I decided to book the hotel rooms
where our guests will be lodged myself.
Since I wanted
my guests to be lodged in one of the best hotels in
Ikeja, I decided to approach the Vice
President of the company, Meg, to ask for recommendations. Unknowingly to me,
the company was offering a whooping 50% discount on all hotel reservations made
during the Valentine’s season. And since my wedding date fell within this
period, I was eligible to use the voucher codes.
...to be continued
