THE LIFE OF A NIGERIAN TEENAGER ✔

38~ THE WEDDING

The kayan lefe have been brought. Wow. Three set boxes but all products of Louis Vuitton. I knew they were mad expensive. A set could buy five set of nigerian boxes respectively. The boxes consisted of laces, ankaras, veils, makeups etc. Everyone commented on how lucky I was to receive such things but me..I was still thinking of how my marriage life would be.

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After much persuasion from Surhail's family, they were finally allowed to do three events. My dad just wanted a Fatiha and that was it. But it has been agreed that Reception and Walima will be performed.

My House was filled with people up and down. While i was in my room crying. I had no friends with me. My only friend was Basma and she was not on talking terms with me. The Fatiha was performed On Central Mosque and when it was finalized I nearly sobbed from relief. Surhail texted me with a love emoji. Not much but enough to make me realize that everything will be good.

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After the Walima. I was been prepared to move to my house.
When it was time for me to be conveyed to my husband house, I was taken to my mother by her nieces, my cousins. My mom was sitting surrounded by her sisters and some of my grandmothers.

"Fatima." She started."Today is the day that you're finally going to your husband house. Its the day when your duties and responsibilities have been moved to your husband's." She paused. Then looked up at me. Eyes filled with tears.

"Fatima, I have tried my possible best to raise you to be a good child, although I seemed to have failed along the road but you were a good girl. You had your moments but still was ever respectful to me and your dad. I want you to be like that till the end. Respect your husband and treat him good, listen when he's speaking, don't raise your voice at him. Know that know matter how much you love each other, you will still have your differences. When he's throwing a tantrum, let him finish. Don't follow him and get angry when he's angry. " And the sobs got to her. She looked down, her shoulders shaking.

My eyes filed with tears, large hiccups escape me. All my life I have been close to my Mom. Never away from her for more than a week. And now I will no longer see her everyday.

Other people in the room gave their series of advice when they were done I was taken to my dad. He was outside with his friends, when he saw me, there was a look of sadness, although he quickly masked it out and acted like he was fine. I knew he wasn't fine as much as he tried to make it look like. I knelt down in front of him and immediately the tears starts pouring out. His friends immediately left leaving me alone with him.

"Baba. Please forgive me. I know you are angry at me but please forgive me, I'm going to my husband house and I need you to forgive and bless me so I will be able to have a good daddy. For the same of Allah please I'm so sorry. I Know you're still upset but find it in your to forgive me."

My Father is a hard man, its rare to see him crying, I don't think I have ever seen him crying but at that moment his eyes held a hint of tears. They weren't falling but they were there, lining his eyes. I knew he would miss me as much as I would. He was just too angry to admit it.

"Allah ya miki Albarka. Ya kuma albarkace rayuwar aurenki. (May Allah bless you and also bless your marriage." I swear tears could fill and ocean. When I realized he wasn't saying anything anymore, I hugged him crying on his shoulder. He parted my back gently and carefully removed me from his body. Muttering something like 'I'm a big girl now.'

I stood up and made my way to the car. With a look of despair turned around to look, the moment of truth, I'm leaving my family house and going to start a new life.

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