Sayurdays in Lagos are for party and I love to grace them. There are all sort of trending outfits, music amd whatnot to catch up with when one attends such events in Lagos. Some of these parties brings friends and well wishers to celebrate with the hosts. In most cases too, there are uniforms that would be worn to the party. The uniform has become a household name called Aso Ebi in the Yoruba parlance.
There was this crazy wedding party I attended. I was not the invited guest though. A friend asked me to join his as it was a huge party organized by his boss whose only child and daughter was geting married. His boss is a famous industrialist and there is every evidence that the party will have the high and mighty in the society. One could called it a society wedding party. I did nit hesitate to join him know that it was going to be a glamorous event.
A week before the party, my clothes had been given to the dry cleaners to starch and iron so that one would not look different from other guests.
We arrived at the party and got a comfortable sitting position from where we can see all the proceedings. It was well organized. The arrangement of the hall was simply exquisite. The master of ceremony blew us away with so much grammar and jokes.
The first part of the wedding was the traditional engagement and payment of dowry. The parents and other family relatives witnessed the fulfilment of what was required of the groom aming which were yam tubers, clothings, and many other traditonal paraphernalia.
We listened to old kinds of music. Some of them were so pleasing to the ear. Some folks took to floor to dance to the sounds while my friend and I just watched the many interesting scenes.
When the vendors started to serve food, the atmosphere changed. A waiter approached eachbtable and took orders. For me, it cannot be rice. I love to taste amala or any morsel. That is exactly what I ordered for. Drinks were served too but there was no bottled drinks. Everything was canned.
As we munched at the food that we were served, my friend called my attention to something. A woman brought out a polythene back and poured a bowl of rice into it and then ordered for another dish, and another and another.
Whereas, the guys were busy stocking canned beer in their side bags. It was so crazy. But that wasn't the craziest of it all.
Another waiter brought a tray of souo and morsel to the table of the ladies who were busy stocking their polythene bags with food but the food did not go round the table then a fight ensued. One of the ladies dragged a plate of vegetable stew with another lady unt it poured on their white clothes. In anger, they raged at one another causing a scene at the event. It was a huge shame on the groom because they were his relatives.
The ladies had to be led out of the hall by the security guards mounted around the perimetres of the hall. Normalcy returned to the hall again as the couple took to the dance floor for their first dance. As customary, we went to spray them money.
My friend and I got some souvenirs for atte ding the event. When we saw that the event was coming to a close, we decided to take our leave but we met another scene. The guys who were busy stocking their sidebags with canned beer were sitting on the bear floor, pleading with the body guards to have mercy on them that the cammed beer found in their bags were not stolen but served on their table. That was really crazy. Some of those experiences you get in a typical lagos party.