Saturday the 19th of April
This was the day of the Bishop’s son’s traditional wedding. We aimed to leave the house at half 6 so I had to get up at half 5. We had to bring a vehicle and the Helping Hands School bus to be able to transport everyone that the Bishop had asked us to take. We arrived at his house at half 9 so find that nobody was even around. It even took some minuets for the Bishop to even come downstairs to greet us! I suppose I should have realised that everyone would be working on Nigerian timing and its only V/Rev Timothy, Martha and I that get flustered over when the clock tells us we should be somewhere and we may not be able to obey the clock.
I like the Bishop that’s son wedding it was. His name is Bishop Foster Ekeleme, he is the one that lead the 4 hour church service at the end of Synod and promised to get me a husband. He greeted me warmly and called me his daughter and said he has found my husband. His skin is as black as charcoal and I will meet him before the day is through. He is a very funny man.
We spent a disappointingly long time in his house waiting for all the guests to turn up that we have been asked to be in charge of bringing. We came with our centre vehicle and the Helping Hands School bus. I was a bit annoyed to hear that it is Amaudo money that is being spent on the petrol. The Bishop is not going to sort us out with fuel despite Amaudo being a charity and him being the chairman of Amaudo who just the other day we were crying to about our financial crisis. Oh well, I suppose it can be their wedding gift, as Amaudo most certainly cannot afford one of those anymore!
We travelled for one and a half hours to a small village outside of Aba. I have got accustomed to sitting up front in the car to enjoy the view but we were taking 6 people so being the smallest I could not expect to enjoy that luxury today. I was packed in the back next to Martha, then the groom, then another Reverend, my friend……I kept trying to sit on the edge of my seat and get on the floor but I found no comfort in either. I was tempted to sit on someone but it was much too hot and way too far to be practical.
When we arrived lots of people were still preparing this and that. We went into a room and broke Kola. We drank mineral and ate lunch.
This was the day of the Bishop’s son’s traditional wedding. We aimed to leave the house at half 6 so I had to get up at half 5. We had to bring a vehicle and the Helping Hands School bus to be able to transport everyone that the Bishop had asked us to take. We arrived at his house at half 9 so find that nobody was even around. It even took some minuets for the Bishop to even come downstairs to greet us! I suppose I should have realised that everyone would be working on Nigerian timing and its only V/Rev Timothy, Martha and I that get flustered over when the clock tells us we should be somewhere and we may not be able to obey the clock.
I like the Bishop that’s son wedding it was. His name is Bishop Foster Ekeleme, he is the one that lead the 4 hour church service at the end of Synod and promised to get me a husband. He greeted me warmly and called me his daughter and said he has found my husband. His skin is as black as charcoal and I will meet him before the day is through. He is a very funny man.
We spent a disappointingly long time in his house waiting for all the guests to turn up that we have been asked to be in charge of bringing. We came with our centre vehicle and the Helping Hands School bus. I was a bit annoyed to hear that it is Amaudo money that is being spent on the petrol. The Bishop is not going to sort us out with fuel despite Amaudo being a charity and him being the chairman of Amaudo who just the other day we were crying to about our financial crisis. Oh well, I suppose it can be their wedding gift, as Amaudo most certainly cannot afford one of those anymore!
We travelled for one and a half hours to a small village outside of Aba. I have got accustomed to sitting up front in the car to enjoy the view but we were taking 6 people so being the smallest I could not expect to enjoy that luxury today. I was packed in the back next to Martha, then the groom, then another Reverend, my friend……I kept trying to sit on the edge of my seat and get on the floor but I found no comfort in either. I was tempted to sit on someone but it was much too hot and way too far to be practical.
When we arrived lots of people were still preparing this and that. We went into a room and broke Kola. We drank mineral and ate lunch.
Lunch
For the service the bride comes out and you put money on her. She goes away. Comes back, put on more money. She has to find the man she wants to marry and she gives him wine. Brings him to her parents and they all drink wine. The couple dance and we shower them with money. The Wedding is over.
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