TRADITIONAL MARRIAGE OF VIVIAN AND CHIKA

Hello everyone, 

The year is fast coming to an end, and everyone (well maybe, almost everyone) is counting down, 3 days to go! We are taking stock of the events and thanking God for his many blessings. We also remember the not so good moments and how somehow we overcame trials. We remember the lessons learnt from certain circumstances. This post is one of being thankful.  Earlier in the month, my elder brother celebrated his traditional marriage to his long time heartrob.

Their relationship is like one of those you see on the telemundo series. They may not be as hot as they telemundo characters but they are beautiful and they had similar problems to the characters. You know the ones where two people so love each other and want to be together, and everything else is totally against them being together? Yea, that's the kind of relationship they had. From long distance relationship to job issues to opposition from all angles. I'm sure glad that they overcame. Now let's move on to unravel the event of the day and the road to it.

As with every Nigerian traditional marriage, especially with the Igbos, there has to be some African time (never showing up early anything). If you remember clearly, I had some time issues during my traditional marriage earlier in the year. And as with almost any event there are bound to be glitches, hopefully sorted out before the D-day. My new sister-in-law is one efficient person I know.  If she's asked to do something,  she gets it done fast. So about a week or two before the wedding, she came to visit, to conclude certain arrangements. I remember asking if she had sorted out her asheobi outfit and she said she didn't need them. Two days later, she'd gone back, I was still sleeping when my mum barged into my room screaming that my brother wanted to get married without an asheobi group like it was a huge crime. I tried to explain that the couple thought they didn't need that, but mum was having none of my explanations.  We had to immediately inform Vivian, who without qualms got 7 girls ready with measurements sent to the tailor for express dress  and bead making. That's how efficient she is.

On that day, I guess my parents didn't want to be labelled as late, so we got up quite early,  prepared ourselves and headed out to go bring the new wife home. We got to our destination almost 2 hours later (mostly because my parents didn't want to drive fast and no one else could), and we are the only ones around. The makeup artist was just about to start, the photographer had not yet decided where to set up.  The in laws weren't ready to receive us yet, and we had a very long way to go in this particular celebration. Many deliberations transpired according to the customs of the land and finally
the bride was called out to identify her husband to be. I realized that even though they were Igbos, their culture differed from mine a little bit.

The "event" as we know it took off at about 3 pm. The asheobi girls were colorful. Makeup was perfect. Pictures came out nice. There was more that enough food and drinks for everyone. We laughed, we wined and dined, we moved to the dance floor to show off whatever skills we thought we had, then we took our wife home. All in all, the event turned out nice. Below are the pictures to show you a glimpse of the event.

Cheers.......

Getting ready to go and pluck the flower from igboukwu

Handsome bro

pretty Viv

Beautiful couple

Selfie with beautiful asheobi girls

Bride with friends

Bride and her siblings

Ada, ada time

Bride getting her  groove on and relegating her hubby. Chai! My brother doesn't know how to dance

Bride with her new family members. Welcome girl!