(By Olubunmi Familoni) – The Nigerian Wedding: Shaming the Devil and Unrelenting Exes
The
big social event known as ‘The Nigerian Wedding’ has attained Olympic status,
in size; one only wishes the status could also apply to frequency of occurrence
— once every four years — and like the athletes, all the participating couples
would gather and get the pageantry over with within the space of those 16 days,
and we wouldn’t have to endure the frenzy of any more bridal gymnastics for
another four years.
Not being a spoilsport, but one begins to get rather
bored with seeing the same matches (most of them not ‘made in heaven’, or even
anywhere close to the skies) every weekend — even the bloody Premier League
goes on break sometimes.
I don’t even mind the weddings very much — you can
choose not to go, or to look away; but they don’t even wait for the wedding ceremony
before the photographic assault begins. And throughout the months leading up to
the Big Wedding, the pictures turn up everywhere, everywhere you turn they’re
there — turn your phone on, they’re crawling up your nose; turn the phone off,
they’re all over the papers, magazines, on the news, and billboards!
Now there’s a photo-proposal trend in which the ring is
no longer king, the photos are.
