Tag Archives: Igbo

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh…

Let me be your royal….

First time I heard this song, I knew she was Grammy material. Not surprised she was nominated.

Don’t you just love the way she makes Queen Bee sound like “creepy”?

Naijawife asked a question earlier today on twitter. Paraphrased she asked if it is good for a Christian to give bribes… Over to you.

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Scandal oh Scandal. Quinn finally found the trouble she was actively looking for ba? And Huck????!!!!!#####***** Arghhhhh. That first few minutes… I won’t lie… I almost wept…. That pain is real mehn….. The monster he is… Only Jesus can save….

And Sally been told to “drop her allegiance to Jesus and pledge it to politics… Bend your beliefs for the greater good”? *sigh* And Cy???? Risking your marriage to get at an opponent? REALLY??? How do people know when to draw the line whilst being very ambitious?

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Yayyy. Wedding season at its peak. Christmas and weddings…. Kent wait to rock my first igbo attire… Seems my mum’s friends dreams would come to pass soon (be like say sub-consciously I ended up sewing exactly the same style as in the post). And the many other attires… Falling in love with iro and buba. For someone who hated them, I seem to be sewing a lot of iro and buba these days.. From the traditional ones to the olekus to the knot wrappers to the stylish buba arms people sew nowadays…. Kent wait to rock ’em all.

That said, seems it is now insanity to have the right of way yet offer someone the opportunity to go before you. Or how do you explain allowing a car go through and the driver telling you “ori e o pe”- your head isn’t correct, Unfortunately, I couldn’t allow the opportunity to show her my head is correct to pass.

New blog alert (well maybe not new)… Sha I just found the blog

Hmmmm. Who blinks first? COSAN (or whatever the acronym is for these copyright musicians) and the broadcasting association.. Mehn, aint interesting to tune in to any radio station these days….

Now time to watch my boiz do their thing yo!!!!

My first Igbo wedding

By first I mean a full Igbo wedding. Husband, Igbo. Wife, Igbo. Before today’s it was either bride or groom.

And oh boy, it was dry, then funny, the downright absurd, funny again… Boring at some point… All in all, I would say it was an interesting wedding.

It is a first on another level. Also my first mogbo mobranch wedding. No IV. I no even sabi who the couple be. Didn’t know their names till I picked C (who I tagged along with).

Where do I begin the story? I have a few Igbo friends. Catholics for that matter. So I shoulda been able to relate with this wedding right? Nope. With the Ibo language flying over my head, left, right and centre. People, please, recognise that not all your guests would understand your language. I get that once such events occur, you enter into that mood, where you are just cruising. Bet, biko, remember people like us.

First though, I take back my “I must marry an Igbo man”. Whow, they don’t just cut it.. They are the razzest of men I have seen. Hia!!!!!! WHAT???? Sticking to my Yoruba brothers. Somebody say Amen. iKid. Not Igbo though. Na. Mba.

Secondly, the MC. I can go on and on… Telling someone to come and see your privates? Seriously? Or the dry jokes? Or his reaction to being sprayed N50 notes?

Or dear Jennifer. Who kept staying in our line of vision. Like you couldn’t have attended that wedding without “seeing” and noticing her. Once the MC said anything about a single lady, dear young lady was up and heading for the front.

Oh and naming your child Ancestor? I thought I heard lots of “uncommon” names, but this one though, I no sabi the English to use. A friend once said Igbo bear ridiculous names and I begged to differ. I am beginning to agree. Anywayz, I wasn’t the only one who thought he should hook up with Jennifer already. They look good together. Hehehe.

I have always heard of women that drink. Well I experienced it first hand today. Oh or those on our table who ate all the small chops in like how many seconds? Them bring small chops come, put it in front of C and I. We were facing the high table yeah, next thing, I look from the side of the eye and the plate was gone. All we saw was the empty plate, in front of one of the others on the table. You mo fit wait make dem carry your plate of small chops come? Yes, am still angry cuz I love small chops.

Or the lady who shouts from her seat, asking the groom not to embarrass himself cuz “you sabi say u no fit dance”. Chei. Mbakwa.

Or guys dressed in Ben 10 and Mickey mouse costumes coming in?

I think the part I couldn’t figure out what the problem was, was when the parents came in. Bride’s parents come in without much dancing (whose fault?). Groom’s mum comes in, and her friends join her to dance. Well, bride’s mum then sends someone to tell the MC she wants to come in again. Whew….

I thought breaking kola nut was done at Igbo engagements, not weddings? Any Igbos in the house who can explain? My Igbo friends don’t know o. They are not “sure”.

All in all, I love the fact that it was a very small wedding. No crowds. Not sure we were up to 200 guests. Very private wedding. Plus I got to see an old friend. Been a while.

I guess now I am prepared for when Ify and C and other Igbo friends get married. Bet I take God beg una, marry Yoruba men…

And this is the summary of my eventful gate crashed first mogbo moya, Igbo wedding.

Disclaimer: this is by no means intended to insult any tribe or people. Nor to make fun of anybody. Like, I said earlier, I also have my fair share of Igbo friends. It is just my musings on an Igbo wedding I attended.

Tada