Some days I wonder what’s the worst thing that could happen to anyone. There is no one list for all, but I think being left at the altar would appear on almost everyone’s.
Two weeks ago, the electrician came over to do some work at the house and shared with us that his cousin’s wedding, which was the next day, was about to be called off. Earlier that Friday they’d had the traditional marriage ceremony, and that was when the trouble began.
A fight over an extra demand made by the bride’s family had sent tempers flying, shoving and punches soon took over from verbal abuse and landed them all at the police station for a resolution.
But there’s rarely amicable resolution when a matter gets to the police. The next day there was no wedding.
Just like that.
Bride and groom had been in a relationship for ten years. They were living together and only wanted to formalize the union. The request of NGN50,000 from the groom’s family was not instigated by the bride. There were talks of the groom’s mother not wanting that particular woman for her son.
The last paragraph summarises the situation until breakup. Possibly there is more, but the fact doesn’t change: After ten years of being together, the groom refuses to show up for his wedding, the bride is left practically at the altar, and it all comes to an end.
Again, let me repeat, just like that.
How do you begin to feel when your world crumbles like that? How do you recover?
How does it stop being the worst day of your life?
These are some of the questions running through my head.