HER.

Church clothes.

Round 2.
Enjoy?😬

It is Sunday, and as usual, we all wake up around 6:30 am to get ready for Church. When I say 'we', I mean my mother, Grace (my little sister), and I. Nowadays, the house is a bit empty with two older sisters already moved out, so we get ready pretty quick and eat together but, today is a big day. There is a wedding at church and we have to look right for the occasion. The makeup, hair, shoes, and dresses all the hustle. And this isn't just any wedding you would see on TV. This wedding is a West African wedding. Everything is decked out glamorous and extra. Beautiful head wraps and cloth designs are sewn into amazing styles. Although the ceremony goes over for hours, the array of dishes keeps me occupied

I don't take a lot of time to get ready on normal Sunday mornings but today is different and...I took me maybe ten minutes more..that's it. That's how much I don't really care about how I look even on special occasions. 

Either way, there would be Aunties who would have something say about what I am wearing. In the meantime, Grace and my mother are taking their sweet time with everything. As I'm eating breakfast, I look up the time and shoot my gaze towards the hallway to see if anyone was at least almost done.

"Is anyone done?", I asked out loud.

"Almost!", Grace echoed.

"Are you eating?", Mum asked from her room.

"Yeah", I answered. I get little headaches and sometimes dizzy if I don't eat in the morning. At first I thought my brain was frying because of my inability to understand or interpret the sermons but, later on, my mother noticed it was the fact that I miss breakfast. Mothers, what would we do without them?

                                          A few hours later...

As I expected, the food did not disappoint.  The Jollof was popping. The fried rice was popping.  And most importantly, the chicken was popping. I am filling my stomach as much as I can because I know if we get home, Mum isn't going to lift a finger to cook anything and she would have packed some extra foods from the wedding, just in case.

 As I was stuffing my face, I heard someone say 'game time' and that was my queue to stay as low key as possible until this wedding ended. I am not in the mood for games. No thank you, I like to watch from sidelines. Bystander. 

In school, I was barely ever on the playground. High school was no place for games unless you like to play games with your heart (or something along those lines). I don't have many good memories of playing. One good play memory was only a dream.

With the games over, the dance floor opened for whoever was eager to embarrass themselves or impress. Who doesn't love a dance party after all that delicious food? 

Me.

I walked over to the DJ and offered to assist him in choosing wedding jams. It was part of my plan to make myself look busy so the inquisitive Aunties won't ask the unnecessary questions such as
"Why did you wear that?"

"Aren't you going to grow taller?"

"That color doesn't suit you. why did your mother allow you to wear that?"

"When are you going to get married too eh?"

Chapter 3 will take a while for me to upload 'cos I don't know where to go from here 🙃🙃
Thank you for reading 🙂