In the begining, there was a wedding...

During the run to my wedding, while my fiancée mused over décor and the upcoming pomp, I could not help but imagine life after we had exchanged our vows.

“Perhaps she will spend all my money on useless things, maybe carry things from my house to her parents or take over my property.

Even worse, that serpent who connived with Eve to get Adam to go kuku for a fruit, would spin her gullible brain into snuffing life out of my lungs in a meaningless battle for my wealth.

My soliloquy dripped of blood and pain.

That is what you get for watching detestable Hollywood films of marriages gone awry.

Thoughts of my marriage falling apart is the last thing I needed two days to my wedding.

My best man, Steve, a friend from church had time and again assured me that marriage was a good step for men who value the society’s norms and virtues.

“It is better,” he would say, “compared to the wretched life of a sex-craved bachelor.”

His words did offer a dose of panacea.

I called my fiancée to have peek into her state of mind: to determine if she had a similar bout of pre-wedding syndrome (or probably an acute form).

“Guess what, one of my girls has pulled out of my maids line-up,” she said when I asked what she felt now that we were a few days away from being called husband and wife.

“I am feeling stressed especially because their outfits do not look so nice.”

Fair enough.

It was not just me. She was freaking out too!

What could I look forward to in this marriage?

The fatigue from planning the wedding in the weeks prior was weighing me down.

My pocket was fissuring under the weight of a hefty wedding budget, and the constant buzzing on my phone was wearing me out.

“Focus on the honeymoon,” Steve advised.

LIFELONG COMMITMENT

That is exactly what I needed.

My heart swelled with warmth, bringing a smile to my face.

I was getting into a lifelong commitment and would have enough time to worry about the future.

The honeymoon is probably the most exciting part of a wedding to a man. It is what weddings are about.After three years of dating, I believe it was time to take things a notch higher.

And wasn’t I ready, cold feet notwithstanding?

Twenty four hours to D-Day, the atmosphere changed to tempestuous.

We were rushing against time to get the service providers at the venue for rehearsals.

I had to wait until the eve of the wedding to get a haircut.

Back at my fiancée’s home, there were missing shoes, pins and make-up paraphenalia.

LOOKED INTO THE HORIZON

And when morning came, all decked in a suit, I looked into the horizon and felt the beauty of sunrise.

It is all I wished for my marriage in future.

At 11.58am, just before the clock hit midday, with radiant smiles, we said ‘I do’.

“Will I ever loath having her as my wife?” a thought flickered in my mind.Reality had just began: For better for worse?

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