About six weeks ago, my friend/ editor-in-chief got married to her long time man friend. I met her in University in 2015 and we’ve been friends since then. We also went to Law School together and were roommates. During our Court & Chambers attachment in Law School, I stayed with her family and became fondly known as their last born. I also got an Igbo name from her grandma- Ngozi.
I would say that this picture accurately describes my relationship with Nyoxie, as we fondly call her. Why? Nyoxie is amazing, but can sometimes worry/fret about stuff, for instance, our essays in uni. Nyoxie would say, “Ife, I know what to write, but I can’t get the words out on paper”. And then comes the waterworks, she would cry. Enter me and a host of our friends: “Nyoxie, you can do it, you’ll be fine. Try and start with the introduction and definitions”. Needless to say, this dear friend of mine eventually finished with a First Class.
Law School was yet another academic hurdle and I’ve shared a bit of that here. She had her crying days (as far as she’s concerned, I don’t have emotions) and thank God we pulled through that and are lawyers today. I guess one recurring thing from uni till now is Nyoxie worrying about something and me telling her that everything will be fine, and when everything does become fine, she’ll come say thank you and that gratitude might again leave her in tears. One night while we were studying for the Bar exams, I had a moment and burst out in tears; Nyoxie was confused to the uttermost, because this chic had never had to deal with a crying Ife. It ended up with me praying for a good job and spouse at the end of all this because it felt like too much stress to not eventually be productive in life. It lasted about five minutes and we both started laughing right after.
The traditional wedding was on Friday and the church wedding the next day, Saturday. It was a fun time as all her friends and family came together. I saw people whose names I had heard or pictures I had seen in the flesh. It was also really lovely to experience an Igbo traditional wedding for the first time.
During the traditional wedding, there’s a point where the bride goes around with a glass of wine looking for her husband, with her friends close behind her. I can tell you that we really looked for him. People at different tables would beckon on us, saying the groom was at their table, some of the groom’s friends stood together as if trying to hide him, but he wasn’t there. Eventually she found her man, somewhere in the crowd, and the ceremony continued. There was a lot of dancing, eating and drinking.
The white wedding was very beautiful. We had to be up early to get our makeup done and have our pictures taken before church, and the Anglicans don’t play with punctuality. They will marry you in absentia, if you don’t bring your about-to-be-wed self on time. Her dress was so beautiful. It was not an easy job arranging her train (I was her maid of honor); I ripped a sleeve of my dress in the process but I’d gladly do it again.
After the joining at church, the couple took pictures with different groups of family, friends and colleagues, and headed to the reception. The bridal train stayed back to take some pictures. Then we went to the reception where we danced and ate and had a blast the rest of the evening.
The marquee was decorated and looked like something out of a fairytale. There were flowers everywhere and the lights made the room look magical. The father- daughter dance was beautiful, and the couple’s first dance, ugh! A couple of tears were shed.￼
It was a really beautiful wedding, and the weather stayed put most of the day although it rained a bit. The after party was great- lots of music and stuff to eat and drink. It was fun. Small chops was in abundance and I was happy to partake in that. We, bridesmaids eventually left the venue about 11pm, when the vendors were clearing up, after the crowd had finally, and very grudgingly gone home.
I hate to disappoint you but there’s no particular lesson I had planned for this post. Maybe marry your friend, or go all out for your friend’s wedding? I really just wanted to share a bit of the goodness that I got up to this Summer. What fun stuff did you do over Summer, or more recently? Please share with me in the comments.
Love, hugs and a good weekend,