This write-up has made me feel better since I could imagine that I was in your compound, listening to the talking drums and the smelling jollof rice. You described Folu as coming out in her lace and wrapper with everybody cheering, very lively. I almost felt like I was looking right in the face of those women with their gele as crowns and the men with their agbada and their heads held high with their caps.
I laughed at you saying that you no dey dull yourself with the sprayed money, that was too close. This is precisely how the wedding ceremonies in our culture always become to be, a gladiator of joy, food, dancing, and little tiny hustle on the notes on the floor. I also enjoy the manner in which you incorporated your Mama spraying you as well, it was family love and celebration.
But the bit which impressed me the most was that scene with your father under the mango tree. It also reminded me that dance is not only to entertain, but also to inspire to bring happiness in our bodies. This tale was the epitome of a proper Nigerian wedding.