Dear single ladies…
First of all, I cannot express how great it feels to be able to write that “dear single ladies”…
How long has it been since my last letter to you?
I am just glad to be back.
But here’s the deal, the post I had in mind to publish today was nowhere to be found.
I could have sworn that I either saved it in my documents or in wordpress drafts but I couldn’t find it!
Which other writer does that happen to?
Or did I write it in a vision or something?
Anyways, I am still looking for it, please tell the post to holla if you see it…
Today’s love letter will just be in the form of a banter – in a lighter mood.
I am currently seated at the reception of what happens to be the first wedding I am attending since 2013!
Those who know me know that I am a wedding crasher.
I used to be one of those who, once I use ear hear “wedding”, I am there!
My classmates wedding oh, you will find me there even if I heard about it one day to the D-day. But somehow, my enthusiasm disappeared.. and I still haven’t found it, I only came to this wedding because it will be the first one I will be attending in Ekiti State as a corper in a new state.
That reason and free Pounded yam of course…lol.
The granny who’s son is getting married lives in my street and immediately she saw me at the engagement, she just said have you eaten? You will eat Pounded yam shey?
What will I do na? I nodded.
And they gave me yam in the morning before in the house oh and now I am at the reception full of food again.
Please pray for me, otherwise my belle go burst.
It’s a yoruba wedding and everyone’s gorgeously dressed. You know yorubas can parry!
I couldn’t help but notice that the registry, engagement, reception and all was done in one day though. And there’s no frills whatsoever.
Just my kind of wedding.
To be honest, I have never given any “FULL BLOWN” thought to how my wedding day will be.
You know those people that don’t even think about the wedding gown or whatever? I am one of them.
But from the days of my jumping from one wedding to another, I have picked out something’s that I don’t want in my wedding. I actually wrote one post on it from vexation but Ehen, I can’t find that post too.
I remember saying that I absolutely do not want all these white hand gloves groom and bride wear..are we still in the olden days?
Then all those very fake entrances into the wedding reception where the groom will carry one leg up and the bride will follow. You know those steps that look like cultural dance…yes, I saw it in one wedding then…
Abeg, I can catwalk normally jare.
And then all the parents dragging you here and there, mba, mba and mba.
I told Mobolaji that I won’t stress myself on my day sef. Why do I have sisters and a mother?
They will do all the work.
I will simply go to rest and leave it all in their hands. Just make sure that I have one large cake to myself at the end of it all, for sweet mouth sake.
And of course, that I and my chosen mister are joined without any incident on that day and I am good.
But hey, that’s just me.
I know a friend that has the wedding day all planned – cake, dress, wedding colours…she is into all the dream of my wedding day…
And maybe you are like that too…
Don’t let my boring self dull you, I will like to even pick up some tips from you.
Have you got the wedding day on lock down?
You are one of those who have been dreaming about it since you were a girl
Do tell please!
Not everyday serious wisdom and insight on here, some days, let’s talk like girlsss.
I’m waiting to read from you in the comments ection below 🙂
I have got to run, coke and rice dey wait for me to chop them.
I hope I don’t have tummy experiences like Gracie after this.
Oh well… its my first experience of yoruba wedding in Ekiti State.. I am allowed ba?
Till our next love letter,
Pray for me to find the missing post oh.
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