My Owanbe Diary: Episode 15

My Owanbe Diary

My Owanbe Diary

It was on one tiring evening in March, when my friend Damilola called me to announce that her wedding date has finally been fixed for the 19th of March. I was super excited – no one could have thought she will be the first to say “I do” amidst the 5 of us.

In 2008, while attending a tutorial class in Maryland, in preparation for the pre-degree entrance exam of Univeristy of Ibadan, I met Esther. She was such a sweet bully and always made fun of my mobile cold bottle always  filled with Pepsi that I always carried around with me.

I gained admission to study Agriculture in the 2009/2010 session, but Esther was admitted the following session, into my faculty. 

While Esther had her delay, I felt bad but never knew the delay would serve as an opportunity to meet 3 additional amazing souls who would remain blessings to me, for the rest of my life.

Esther met Biola, Tayo and Damilola during her registration. They were all in the same faculty and hall of residence, which was same as mine, but I was only a year ahead 

People used to say an adage that if you have been friends for a long time, you have become cousins, but in our own case, we have become ‘BLOOD SISTERS.’ We have been together for so long and the bond we share is very strong.

Whenever I was broke in school, these girls always made sure I had it all. Damilola and Tayo would always bring food from their mothers for all of us. I contested and won political offices in school and served effectively because I had my sisters.

They were my advisors on dressing, relationship, finance and virtually every aspect of my life. I was OK because they would always check to ensure I was fine. So yes, I will do everything and anything for my wonderful sisters.

Back to the turn-up, Damilola’s wedding came on a very short notice so there wasn’t enough time to plan a bridal shower. And as oppose to the regular weekend turn-up, the weeding was a Friday affair held only about 3 weeks after they returned from serving in the NYSC scheme .

I had pleaded to my bosses to get 2days off so that I can make it to Ibadan, in time, for the wedding on Friday but I was lucky to get 1 day off instead. I rushed out of the office around 5p.m. on Thursday, to the park, hoping to make it down to Ibadan in quality time.

I had earlier called Tayo that we have to take Damilola out on her last night before the ring, since there was no arrangement for a proper shower.

On arriving Ibadan some minutes to 9p.m., we rushed to the hotel rooms, to dress up for our night out. Trust girls, they wasted so much time that they finished dressing up around 11:30p.m., and we couldn’t get a cab.

I opened my Uber app, out of frustration, but then I realized I was in Ibadan and that frustrated me even more. After trying for a long time, we gave up and settled for the pool side in the hotel, with pepper soup and drinks. It was a little past 12p.m. when we got offers from the groom’s friends to drive us down to Platinum, and the excitement on our faces said it all.

We had fun, I cannot give all the details, but Damilola was very happy and that gave us a fulfilling satisfaction. We returned to the hotel at 3:30a.m., and yaaaay, it was, officially, Damilola’s wedding day and we all knew we have barely 2 to 3hours to sleep. The sound of Damilola’s voice woke me up around 6a.m., it was time to dress up.

I rushed my bath as I had to pick up my hijab from hijabs by Aesha and coordinate the wedding. I was so busy that I missed out on all the aso-ebi and pre-wedding pictures – but I was fine because my girl enjoyed every bit of it.

Akin Ajayi was such a nice photographer; he was well coordinated and noticed I had not taken any picture, so he took a picture of me, with my friends, even though we couldn’t get the bride to join as she was already in the groove.

He also snapped me in my aso-ebi, and I was so grateful as I didn’t have the opportunity to take selfies or any kind of pictures.

The height of the wedding was at the traditional engagement, when Damilola was asked to say goodbye to her mum as she was going to join another family. It was an emotional moment for everybody. Damilola and her mum cried, and even Tayo, Esther, Biola and I couldn’t bear it and also started crying.

People were confused as to why we had joined her in crying but we understood — the bond between Damilola and her mum was extraordinary. The wedding was so lit that I spent all my money on the dance floor. One last look at the groom and I was convinced my friend is in good hands. I pray God grants their marriage all the blessing they need to keep staying strong in Love.

I did not leave Ibadan without having a taste of @Charis_cuisine’s mocktails and taking food spices from @omoarekenny collections. My Kenny home-made juice was the best — in her spices I trust!

One last look at Ibadan and I remembered how much I loved the city. It will always be my home. Meanwhile, I made a new friend at Damilola wedding; his name is Morakinyo and he has been making everyday fun for me.

Oh jeez, I can’t forget Tomiwasage Elegushi’s turn-up on Sunday. It was the perfect way to end the weekend. I got back to the house, prayed and slept off. Monday came and the hustle continued.

Imran’s call just came in and it will be a very long conversation, so this is the point where I drop my pen.

Xoxo.

Your Favourite Wedding Guest,

Maryam Opeyemi Giwa.It was on one tiring evening in March, when my friend Damilola called me to announce that her wedding date has finally been fixed for the 19th of March. I was super excited – no one could have thought she will be the first to say “I do” amidst the 5 of us.

In 2008, while attending a tutorial class in Maryland, in preparation for the pre-degree entrance exam of Univeristy of Ibadan, I met Esther. She was such a sweet bully and always made fun of my mobile cold bottle always  filled with Pepsi that I always carried around with me.

I gained admission to study Agriculture in the 2009/2010 session, but Esther was admitted the following session, into my faculty. 

While Esther had her delay, I felt bad but never knew the delay would serve as an opportunity to meet 3 additional amazing souls who would remain blessings to me, for the rest of my life.

Esther met Biola, Tayo and Damilola during her registration. They were all in the same faculty and hall of residence, which was same as mine, but I was only a year ahead 

People used to say an adage that if you have been friends for a long time, you have become cousins, but in our own case, we have become ‘BLOOD SISTERS.’ We have been together for so long and the bond we share is very strong.

Whenever I was broke in school, these girls always made sure I had it all. Damilola and Tayo would always bring food from their mothers for all of us. I contested and won political offices in school and served effectively because I had my sisters.

They were my advisors on dressing, relationship, finance and virtually every aspect of my life. I was OK because they would always check to ensure I was fine. So yes, I will do everything and anything for my wonderful sisters.

Back to the turn-up, Damilola’s wedding came on a very short notice so there wasn’t enough time to plan a bridal shower. And as oppose to the regular weekend turn-up, the weeding was a Friday affair held only about 3 weeks after they returned from serving in the NYSC scheme .

I had pleaded to my bosses to get 2days off so that I can make it to Ibadan, in time, for the wedding on Friday but I was lucky to get 1 day off instead. I rushed out of the office around 5p.m. on Thursday, to the park, hoping to make it down to Ibadan in quality time.

I had earlier called Tayo that we have to take Damilola out on her last night before the ring, since there was no arrangement for a proper shower.

On arriving Ibadan some minutes to 9p.m., we rushed to the hotel rooms, to dress up for our night out. Trust girls, they wasted so much time that they finished dressing up around 11:30p.m., and we couldn’t get a cab.

I opened my Uber app, out of frustration, but then I realized I was in Ibadan and that frustrated me even more. After trying for a long time, we gave up and settled for the pool side in the hotel, with pepper soup and drinks. It was a little past 12p.m. when we got offers from the groom’s friends to drive us down to Platinum, and the excitement on our faces said it all.

We had fun, I cannot give all the details, but Damilola was very happy and that gave us a fulfilling satisfaction. We returned to the hotel at 3:30a.m., and yaaaay, it was, officially, Damilola’s wedding day and we all knew we have barely 2 to 3hours to sleep. The sound of Damilola’s voice woke me up around 6a.m., it was time to dress up.

I rushed my bath as I had to pick up my hijab from hijabs by Aesha and coordinate the wedding. I was so busy that I missed out on all the aso-ebi and pre-wedding pictures – but I was fine because my girl enjoyed every bit of it.

Akin Ajayi was such a nice photographer; he was well coordinated and noticed I had not taken any picture, so he took a picture of me, with my friends, even though we couldn’t get the bride to join as she was already in the groove.

He also snapped me in my aso-ebi, and I was so grateful as I didn’t have the opportunity to take selfies or any kind of pictures.

The height of the wedding was at the traditional engagement, when Damilola was asked to say goodbye to her mum as she was going to join another family. It was an emotional moment for everybody. Damilola and her mum cried, and even Tayo, Esther, Biola and I couldn’t bear it and also started crying.

People were confused as to why we had joined her in crying but we understood — the bond between Damilola and her mum was extraordinary. The wedding was so lit that I spent all my money on the dance floor. One last look at the groom and I was convinced my friend is in good hands. I pray God grants their marriage all the blessing they need to keep staying strong in Love.

I did not leave Ibadan without having a taste of @Charis_cuisine’s mocktails and taking food spices from @omoarekenny collections. My Kenny home-made juice was the best — in her spices I trust!

One last look at Ibadan and I remembered how much I loved the city. It will always be my home. Meanwhile, I made a new friend at Damilola wedding; his name is Morakinyo and he has been making everyday fun for me.

Oh jeez, I can’t forget Tomiwasage Elegushi’s turn-up on Sunday. It was the perfect way to end the weekend. I got back to the house, prayed and slept off. Monday came and the hustle continued.

Imran’s call just came in and it will be a very long conversation, so this is the point where I drop my pen.

Xoxo.

Your Favourite Wedding Guest,

Maryam Opeyemi Giwa.

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