Oh! That Wedding! ~*(^_^)*~

So I walked into the reception hall and just like magic, the wide grin that was on my face as I strolled from the car was replaced with a look of shock and sheer disappointment. Why did I even bother? I began to regret how I spent the past two hours of my life.

Rewind to 2pm; I woke up from my precious afternoon nap; the one that I imposed on myself to prevent me from eating lunch because I was saving my stomach for the precious wedding food.

A Sierra Leonean family friend’s daughter was going to get married today and since I have all this free time, I would be crazy to pass an opportunity to dress glam and better still, dress glam in traditional clothes! I had already apologized that I wouldn’t be attending the church ceremony, but I promised to be at the reception.

After the usual rub a dub dub, I got out my favorite traditional outfit; a black and maroon Swiss lace that I suffered to bargain for at Kurmi Market in Kano. I got out my pretty red mules that have been dying to leave my flat to match my sweet red bag. To top it up, I decided to wear the nice red gele or goggoro or skentele (whatever-you-call-it, I just stick to goggoro) anyway, I got it as asoebi from a friends wedding in August and it matched my outfit today so I guess it wouldn’t hurt.

Bottom Line: I spent approx:

10 mins doing my hair
15 mins in the shower
8 mins ironing my clothes
15 mins on make up
5 mins picking out accessories
5 mins trying to find the correct shawl
2 mins shining my shoes
A whopping 35 mins tying my goggoro!
5 mins staring at the mirror
10 mins taking vain mug shots and self portraits
20 minutes to get to the venue

I ended up looking like I was going to a correct Owambe, all that was missing was some $$ to spray (which I would have invested in had I not been broke).

You can imagine how majestically I walked into the hall expecting everyone to look all dressed up like I was. Only for me to get there and see people dressed up like it’s a lazy Saturday morning and they can't be bothered! It is a wedding for godness sake!

I almost sunk into the ground. If I could physically blush, my face would have turned a bright scarlet in embarrassment. Its official, today I became the Overdressed Notice-me attention seeker lady. The one that people point at during weddings, the one that makes aunties hold on to their husbands; the one that all the other ladies are eyeing.

In my mind I was like “Na wa for these Sierra Leonean people o!” Even the bride seemed to not have pt n some effort. If this was a Naija wedding I bet I wouldn’t even stand out. In fact in a Naija setting I would have been almost underdressed! There were only 7 people in trad (I counted) and I was the only person with a goggoro. You should have seen the effort I used on it too! In fact, at a point I resorted to youtube to teach me how to tie it properly! I no go lie, shame really catch me today o.

To make it worse, my brother had the time of his life laughing at me! (Remind me to pour salt in his sugar canister!)