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Wizkid - Ginger ft. Burna Boy
Burna Boy - Onyeka Baby
Tilla - Mawobe
Chip Charlez - Searching for My Love
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"International Slay mama!Stunt on us, the original Beyoncรฉ!"

Owami is such a character. I think they should drop the current MC for Kenya's wedding and hire her instead.

Hannah has her camera in hand and does a 360 on Kenya, praising our baddie in all her glory clad in an African theme dress. She has a feathered fan in hand and flaunts it for effect. I'm loving every minute of this.

So it is Kenya's big day- or big weekend. I couldn't wait any longer because it's been months!

I'm happy for her and that we got to spend the evening with her during our party for three- two days ago as planned.

We had decorations and party dresses all in shades of brown. There was wine, cake, chocolate, chilli dishes and snacks and more wine because we're whorez like that. We decided to pull up to the house in trench coats for effect, people needed to know why a baddie was pulling up at an apartment complex in black shades, a trench coat and sexy heels because why not?
We got to talk and unwind and just be ourselves one last time. I know Kenya constantly reminds us that we can still be the wild women of the west with her ring on her finger but it was necessary to acknowledge that moment with us before being a married woman- officially.

Back to the present, the wedding proceedings are immaculate. We make a grand entrance once the MC announces the bride's arrival and I marvel the beauty of the place, just the way Kenya had imagined for her traditional wedding.

Once seated, I make sure to take a few pictures and send to my dad.

The bridesmaids are seated opposite the groomsmen, divided by the altar where the pastor is. I notice Christian seated across, dressed in an African print attire like the rest of the men that side and mm- he looks fine and divine. He turns in my direction and it feels like he knew someone was looking at him. We gaze into each other's eyes briefly before he gives a quick wink and we break our contact.

I never imagined him dressed up like that but I love the look nonetheless. I snap out of my thought because I know I'll soon start daydreaming here, it's bad enough that my body is heating up.

Inasmuch as it's a cultural wedding, there's still the moment for the exchange of vows, which is in progress. I catch Hannah tearing up and I don't blame her, I'm doing the same.Next is the exchange of wedding rings and we bow our heads to pray for the couple. I feel Hannah's hand lace with mine and its so heartfelt, this is really happening.

And now for the magic words from the pastor, "...I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr Keita, kiss your bride now," he teases in his thick accent, laughter and cheering erupts in the room.

I document all this and stop the recording at some point to scream my lungs out, overjoyed.
***
The day is going exceptionally well so far. From the celebration session of the newly weds to the food and we can't forget the aunties that show of fire dance moves with their strong knees. As usual I'm the first to take a seat after all the dancing, unfortunately you can't convince me otherwise when my Megan knees are tired. I have no option.

Oh and Christian? He showed off a few moves as well. He's still at it actually,with Adrian- Mr Keita. I have a feeling they had rehearsals with Seun because the way they're dancing... anyway.

I take a video of the moment and send to my dad, who's actually finding my updates entertaining.

"Hey," I flinch and look up, Christian taking a seat next to me, "You good?"
I nod yes with a wide smile, "Nice moves you had back there."
"I try," he clears his throat. "You look very beautiful, Imani," he smiles.
"Thank you and you look amazing," I brush his shoulder.

We turn to the loud cheer, the groom and his gorgeous bride the centre of attention, encircled by relatives and friends showering them with dollar bills.

"Oh, I was wondering when this part of the celebration would arrive," Christian stands and pulls out a bundle of notes. It then registers that his hands have been under the table the entire time. I crack into laughter when he gives an outstretched hand to me, which I gladly accept and we join in to shower the couple.

***
It's day two of The Keita's wedding. I take my phone out to check the time from the living room all dressed up to go to where she's getting ready.

"Dad, we're running late," I'm thinking of calling Hannah to have her pick me up and my dad would drive to the venue but it's too late for that. Plus he he's not as acquainted with this town, bummer.

I hear him descend the stairs in a black tux with his phone in hand. He seems concerned and my countenance changes immediately.

"Is everything okay?" I walk up to him.
"Oh,um... yes. I'm just... I just received a message from your mother," he sighs.
"Okay..." I await an explanation if any.
"I don't think she'll be leaving her home village anytime soon," he states, "I'll have to just go there with my family to speak to her because this isn't right at all."

He makes a good point. Unless my mother didn't explain to her family the reason why she visited, I don't think it was wise to just suddenly show up especially without her husband. I understand it's her home but it was so independently thought and probably suspicious because how do you travel without your husband?
I know that if anything I'd want to visit home with my husband, anyway...

"It is well," I assure him, "Let's just go enjoy today at the wedding."

I let Hannah know I'll be at the church to drop my father off and she offers to pick me from there so we go to where Kenya is getting ready.

We go according to plan and make it to Kenya's room in time. She's getting the tail of her dress adjusted as she stands in-front of the mirror. Words cannot explain how beautiful she looks, her natural hair is tied to the back with pearls to decorate. It looks simple but beautiful. Her dress is just as elegant. Kenya isn't into flashy things and it shows, but I love how she looks so flawless in anything.

"Look at our hoe," Hannah pouts just as Kenya turns round to look at us.
"Don't," Kenya says sternly, referring to Hannah trying to be emotional because we'll all breakdown and now is definitely not the time, we can't be crying with all this makeup on.

"Baddies don't cry on their wedding day," Hannah fans herself to cool down.
"Then don't spark it," Kenya pokes her.
"Now now, ladies," I walk up to them, "Time is of the essence. Let's get Kenya finished up and ready to go."

Kenya takes my hand and Hannah's, and we follow by holding each other's.

"I love you, ladies. More than you'll ever know," she says softly.

We later help her with the photo shoot in her dress. All the bridesmaids show up a little later and get a few more pictures.

The day goes by and we're back at the church. I make sure my dad is comfortable and he seems annoyed by now but I can't help it, I want him at ease throughout.

After the ceremony is the reception. The place looks incredible as ever, and my dad seems impressed by the rooftop vibes going on.

"Your mother wouldn't be pleased with the way some of the guests here are dressed," he chuckles next to me.
"I'd expect that from her," I respond truthfully.

I notice Hannah approach me and I sit up instantly.

"Good afternoon, Mr Yanรฉ," she bends her knees slightly as sign of respect to greet him.
"Good afternoon um-"
"Hannah," I whisper in his ear.
"Hannah," we all know he forgot Hannah even though he's met her a good number of times, I'm not surprised.
"How are you?" He asks.
"Good thanks and you, Sir?"
"I'm well. This is a lovely place I'm enjoying myself," he adds.
"That's good to hear. I hope you don't mind me stealing Imani for a few minutes we need to go be with the bride in time for speeches," she requests.
"No problem, take your time,"

The ceremony goes into the evening and we get to give speeches. My turn arrives and I feel my palms sweaty for some unknown reason. I just hope I don't tear up.

"Good evening," I scan the room as they all give me their undivided attention. I notice Christian greeting my dad and sitting next to him.

I give a small smile as I continue, "First off I'd like to say congratulations to the groom and his beautiful bride," I turn to my side where they were seated, "it's such an honor to be standing here and say what I have to say. Many of you have probably seen my face around Kenya often, we've been friends for close to seven years and in those years of knowing her through our friend Hannah, I can proudly say that God makes no mistakes. Our friendship is proof of that. Kenya is a beautiful soul; fierce, goal driven, and sometimes a pain in the neck...or bum, sorry-"

There's laughter and I continue.

"But, one thing I love about her is that she's become more than a friend, she's my sister. I don't want to turn this into some sermon but, there's a scripture that comes to mind; that as iron sharpens iron, the same is true for one that sharpens the countenance of their friend. I believe Kenya is a symbol of that; she encourages me, pushes me to go above and beyond and always has something that moves me to be a better version of myself. To my baddie, my bestie, the one of three, I wish you nothing but the best in this new chapter of your life," she blows me kisses and I can tell she's been fighting back tears. Hannah and Kenya walk up to me and give a hug as an applause fills the room.

***
"Mr Greear," a playful smirk dances on his face and he better be glad my father isn't noticing that.
"Ms Yanรฉ, good to see you again. I was just having a light conversation with your father," my dad chuckles, taking a sip of his drink.
"Oh please," I nod.

The music changes and NSG Petite begins to play. I notice Owami from the other end of the room make a woo sound and I know this is about to be one banger of a wedding reception.

I'm not sure how my dad will react to this but the music seems to be loud.

"Are you okay with staying here or would you like to go home?" I turn back to him and Christian.
"You have fun," he swats.
"Are you sure?"
"I could always help take you home?" Christian offers.
"Oh, I'd love that," my dad agrees.
"Ok but Christian has to stay for this first song," he raises a brow at me and I take his hand before he has a chance to protest.

There's a crowd on the dance floor and weย  join in to dance. Christian doesn't seem uptight about the choice of the song and even surprises me when he rests a hand on my hip as I sway to the music. I feel so carefree and looking around I can say the same for my people. Kenya and Adrian are having the time of their lives, Hannah is with Martin and they bust some killer moves- oh and Owami is with someone I'm assuming is her man and they're also feeling the music.

As agreed, Christian will be dropping my father off while I stay over for a while and head home after. Something like that.

I go over to embrace Kenya one last time before she returns to slow dancing with her husband. Hannah will be staying longer and I bid farewell to everyone there.

I'm sure Christian must be tired from all that dancing, he's probably done for the weekend.

Arriving home, I scowl at the sight before me; the infamous jeep parked infront of my house and my dad outside with the least of people I want to see today.

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