Dasuki State, Nigeria
2023
The car we rode in came to a gentle halt, and as the momentous occasion arrived, I opened the door for my Umaimah—My wife. Just saying those words made my heart swell with joy and pride.
Hand in hand, we walked with confidence into the grand hall where our kamu ceremony was about to unfold. The air buzzed with excitement, and though it was my wedding day, Yazid and Anwar's friends were my groomsmen, i didn't have much of friends.
As we entered the beautifully decorated hall, the strains of Aya Aya by Ali Jita began to play, the rhythm of the Hausa melodies filling the air. The traditional atmosphere only heightened the magic of the moment.
Sunata fada wai ke kyakyyawa ce kuma san kowa,
Nida zan samu,
Fata na in aureki,
Sai ki sha kuruminki,
Maqiya zasuyi mamaki,
Zancennki daban.
The music, the smiles, the love—everything seemed to fade into the background as I focused on Umaimah, I wasn't exaggerating but she was the only thing i could see or breath. holding her hand like it was the only truth that mattered, even though there were many prodding eyes. I didn't care. Together, we continued our journey into the hall.
The photos, the videos—each moment captured was now being shared on the Nabmah23 page hungry eyes everywhere to see my mystery wife and see how my wedding turned out, eagerly awaiting each glimpse of our special day.
My heart overflowed with happiness as I sat, me —the groom—Umaimah's groom, with Umaimah beside me. There was no doubt in my mind that we had overcome every challenge, together. Not Alh. Yabo, not Bello—no one could come between us, I made sure this will be our happily ever after.
A smile stretched across my face, swelling my chest with pride as I watched the same smile light up Umaimah’s face. In that moment, I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to keep that smile there forever.
The Emcee Woman Called upon us to share our experience, how we met and how we fell in love? I laughed at her gesture.
How things started? Even Umaimah and I don't have an answer to that question, Something's just happen, No specific timing or realization.
As the ceremony began to wind down, we knew it was time to return home. At home i didn't allow myself to run into Umaimah, Nini already said i'm not allowed to see her daughter till the Nikkah is tied tomorrow.
I didn't want to run into her because i knew she had questions, why I took long to arrive, the scratches and wounds. I don't want to ruin the mood now maybe after the wedding I'll tell her.
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Have you ever opened your eyes, wishing you could savor every moment so life wouldn’t just rush by? That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of this day— the day I get to claim Umaimah and call her mine. And now that the day is finally here, I don’t want it to go by too fast. I want to enjoy every second of it. After all, it’s Umaimah and my day.
I dressed in a crisp white kaftan, topped with a babban riga. My Zanna Bukar cap perched perfectly on my head as I sprayed my signature perfume and slipped into my shoes.
Now, I’m inside the car, heading to the venue— yet another place that will bear witness to my marriage to Umaimah.
We arrived shortly and made ourselves comfortable, just as the Imam cleared his throat, signaling that it was time to begin.
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