Dear Diary,
I was invited to sing at a wedding on Wednesday. I thought it a little weird for a wedding to take place on a Wednesday evening, but then I figured…it’s a WEDnesday, so I guessed it made perfect sense.
It was in Ikoyi. The setup was simple, classy and smelled of OLD money. That’s the best kind. Subtle and not at all ostentatious.
The wedding was out under the trees overlooking the wavy waters and the reception was on the other side of the fenced divide. I met the groom, thought he was very practical coming straight from work in his green shirt and tie until it dawned on me that green was the colour of the evening. I felt so out of place in the blue something I wore.
Speaking of practicality, there were no bridesmaids or groomsmen. I heaved a heavy sigh of relief. I am so over the bridesmaid/maid of honour-Groosmen/best man tradition.
Champagne was in abundance. The venue overlooked the water dividing Ikoyi and Victoria Island. The couple said their vows under a mango tree and a palm tree both whistling and dancing in the ocean wind.
The guests were few, thank God, and everyone spoke proper English and said ‘please’, ‘excuse me’ and ‘thank you’.
Other than the waves splashing salt water on my face every now and then, I’d say the event went on without a hitch.
So here I was at this fabulous wedding and the food menu promised so much artistic and culinary wonder and all I just wanted to eat right now is Agege bread. Someone stab me in the foot already. You can take the man out of the bush, but….you know…
The DJ started playing a Psquare song and the groom freaked. “NO NIGERIAN SONGS PLEASE!!!”
LoL. I wasn’t surprised, both bride and groom, most of they family and friends came in from abroad. I ain’t judging.
I ate Herbed Basmati rice, beef roulade with salsa, a peculiar kind of salad I haven’t seen before, plantain slices and chicken in groundnut sauce. Hmmmm.
I missed the chocolate cake but was consoled with a healthy helping of red velvet cake with ice cream and wafers.
Hmmm. I will stop at this point. The bushman in me is coming up and out of control thinking about this.
Island weddings rock!!!
thewittyjournalblog 
Hmmmmmmmmmm….I wish 4 dis kinda weddin oo,simple,family,frnds,all d fantastic dishes,simple nd NO NIGERIAN SONGS :D…
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The epicness of this?! I’m all for it mehn. Simple, just FAMILY-I-KNOW, a few friends. No noise, no annoying randomness. Sheesh. Classy is it, abeg!
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Reading every word and going “I KNOW RIGHT!!”
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It’s all perfect for me…except for the part of ‘NO NIGERIAN SONGS’. Hell, I’ll be rocking Naija songs at my wedding…Naija and ANY other songs I like at my small, classy wedding. But seeing as it was the groom’s choice…that’s all dat matters
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Not playing Nigerian songs didn’t make the wedding any less perfect.
I don’t imagine Tiwa Savage and Tuface played Arabic songs because they both got married in Dubai.
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OMG! Na my dream wedding be this. Talk about simple, tasteful and classy. We should do weddings like this often in this country.
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Apparently weddings like this happen all the time, but of course they are very understated so we don’t see them in Ovation or Society People magazines and they don’t block our streets and cause traffic jams all over the place.
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