It happened on our wedding night, in a twinkle of an eye.
The sight of the room was disheartening. Everything was in a state of disarray, the electronic gadgets and all that once beautified the room now turned rubble. Who could have thought such would have happened in just a night. Had we not been together for many years in the name of courtship? Frolicking the street here and there while jealous eyes jest over our crazy love. Alas, all that was not love, the true test of love came visiting on our wedding night.
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We had just concluded the traditional wedding, ‘Igbeyawo’ as they call it. We danced to the admiration of our guests who in turn sprayed us some cool and wealth-reeking Naira notes. The alaga ijoko — the anchor of the event — had just invited us to show our prowess in dancing. As many would have guessed, the bride won the dance as she displayed expertise in all the genre of music played. “Hmmm… Kokoro la fe ooo”, the Alaga Ijoko commented while everyone laughed at the joke.
Though, we seemed to have been exhausted at the wedding reception. We couldn’t be exhausted to forget an important activity that characterises an African wedding; “Ale ojo Igbeyawo” – the wedding night. A celebration that involves the new couple alone; no third party nor crowd of people to join in the celebration.
First thing first, the body needs to be refreshed. Stress has to be washed away. We chose to use the shower. ‘Olowo orimi’ go and take your bath, my wife commented. “YOU DON’T MEAN IT, I HAVE FULFILLED THE ESSENTIALS TO MAKE YOU MINE, SO I’M NOT GOING IN THERE ALONE…” I responded. The rest of the conversation took place in the bathroom.
While in the bathroom, I was set to open the veil; I stretched forth my rod to her hairy-sea, “wait! not here darling, …in the bed” She whispered. “DARLING…”, She cut in, we walked romantically to the bed. “NOW, WE ARE HERE” I picked my erected rod in preparation for the journey through the ocean of spasm. “Darling…” THAT TALK CAN WAIT”, I uttered. She refuted as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Though I was already a horny-Moses, I had to lay down my rod like terrorists give up their ammunition for amnesty.
(Her Self-confession began)
“I am sorry, I am not a virgin”, she cried. I thought I had misheard, but all was true. My rod melted in reaction to my boiling head, while my hand busied itself with destruction. All I can say was that hell fire was filled with fury that it spilled thunderous rage in our once-romantic-room.
The deed has been done!
I sat in the remains of the dilapidated bed staring at the burning candle and the remains of the rubble. All that escaped my mouth were:
“WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME?”
The answer to that he would get when they reunite in the hereafter soon.