What I EXPECT on that day; I expect to wake up to a beautiful dawn of prayer with my mum and close aunties (by close aunties, I mean friends of my mother who assisted in my nurturing process) and my closest lady friends. I expect to be allowed to wear the kind of dress that will make me feel beautiful and be able to wear my own make up! I expect a last minute one –on – one daughter and father moment, where I would be allowed to cry openly before I finally leave and be able to say how thankful I am for making me a part of his and my mum’s life. How I would have no other father like him and how I will not try to expect my “best friend” to be like him. But allow him to be himself and carve his own niche for his children. I expect NOT to find a room with a sea full of unfamiliar faces, but a room filled with a few people; each one I should know by name and association (same for my best friend), people who know my life’s story and how far I have come. Who genuinely share my joy and who are happy and privileged to be a part of my day. I expect a reception with enough chairs to seat my distinguished guests, but where there is shortage, respect will be given to the aged, while the young are only too happy to make themselves useful by being helpful in any way they can. I also expect my caterer to feed only the number I requested for; not even one more! I expect a reception ceremony where there will be a generous outpour of advice and goodwill messages and where other couples will feel free to be themselves with each other without being conscious of which aunty is watching. I expect to be able to take very good care of these people whom I will be proud to share my resources, time, attention and love with on my joyful day and not receive sniding remarks from “unexpected” wedding guests. I expect a very moderate wedding budget devoid of “in vogue” pressure and specifically tailored to my taste. (Not pleasing ANYONE). I expect to be truly compatible and in love with that lucky man that day; the “KODAK” moments should be genuine and heartfelt, the laughter, comments and sentiments should all be coming from a deeper place. A future of perfect bliss with my best friend and partner in this journey. SO; Friends; if you do not find your name on the invitation list, or for any reason you were not invited, it isn’t an oversight, sorry to say, just pray for us wherever you may be. We would only want to save you the extra cost involved in travelling all the way. Family Members; If you are lucky to find yourself with us, please don’t worry yourself needlessly over why you did not get some of the “engagement souvenirs”-that isn’t why you were invited. Please make yourself useful by ensuring that the occasion is a success. And by all means, pray for us and truly wish that we will not be back home in a year saying “we are tired of each other”. Friends of Friends: There is a reason why invitations are sent out. It is not open to the whole world. In the interest of your own dignity, kindly stay away from uninvited events, because your presence is unanticipated and you are increasing somebody’s budget, which hitherto, did not have you in mind. Do not for any reason allow yourself to be labeled a “tug along”. Help the couple save a dime or two! . Me; I will cut my coat according to my cloth. I refuse to be dragged into all the brouhaha associated with weddings on social media. With due respect to all vendors (bridals, décor, photography, caterers, florists etc) out there, your classic services will not guarantee a successful marriage for me and I am only too glad to do things my way and not to the expectation of ‘face book fam.’ out there. If I desire to wear ‘kaba’ for my wedding, I will do so any way. In the end, all I expect is a solemn ceremony which will usher me to a hopefully blissful marriage with no debts behind! Gracias,,,,,,,!
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 14:26:38 +0000
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