If you are familiar with Ghanaian weddings you would agree that no matter what happens, you are very likely to encounter three adventurers at the wedding reception. Food, Fu*k, or a Future partner. You can not miss out on all these three, at least one is certain, the Food.
Anyway, my long-distance cousin’s wedding reception was different. It was a December wedding. I was single then so I had plans to explore every possible opportunity that I was likely to encounter. Since it was a family affair, I had no doubt about the party jallof feast. What I was more concerned with was how to get someone’s daughter to fall in love with me and later become the central pivot of my life. Or at least someone I would give a premium TA TA TA later that night (don’t even try to judge me!)
However, that was not the case. Everything was running smoothly on our way to the reception until our car broke down in the middle of the road. They said me and my brother should get down and push the car. I wanted to cry because how can I push a car with this shirt that I used two hours to iron?😭 Who’s number can I collect with this dusty shirt? God, why me? Why today?
Anyway, we eventually got to the wedding reception. The whole wedding was already saturated, everyone was talking with someone, no girl remained for me so I went to look for food.
I was still searching for somewhere to sit when the food service people told me that jallof rice and goat meat has finished because I came late. Only banku and okra stew was available.
See how I dressed in this cute native attire for this wedding and they said I can’t have jallof rice?😭
Anyway, there’s another F that I did not add at the beginning of this post, Fun. Ghanaian wedding receptions are usually filled with wicked fun. But tell me where I can find energy to dance when they denied me my favorite food at my own cousin’s wedding? Please, I did not have any fun.
And as for the future love of my life and the post-party fornication, non of that happened. It was like the dust on the road was still smelling on my outfit, no girl allowed me to toast her.
This is a story of what I expected versus what I got at my cousin’s wedding. I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you so much for stopping byz And thanks to @Hive.ghana for the interesting Topic