Tribulations At A Wedding Reception Ceremony

Categories Lifestyle, Tales From My Fertile Mind

The following was the encounter when I attended a wedding reception ceremony sometime back:

First and foremost, the food was served after an over-extended Church service and the worms were noisily scrambling for any food left-overs in the stomach juices.

Secondly, I was so hungry I could have swallowed a whole rabbit in one gulp.

Thirdly, we were told it was free seating. One could sit under any tent, wherever they wished.

And so almost immediately after I sat, the food was served, starting from those who were in front and nearest to the food-containing sufurias.

The food, however, got finished before it got to my table.

This was followed by a round of sumptuously smelling roast-goat meat.

The servers this time decided to start from the back; but just before they reached my table, the meat became kaput, finito, finished.

The next round was the fruits: I waited expectantly hoping that they would be enough to appease the minyoo which were by this time holding green twigs and protesting for their minyoo rights to be respected and chanting “haki yetu”. The fruits were served front, back, left, right, up, and down. They even reached my table but got finished just before yours truly’s plate could be reached.

Finally, it was the sodas; their corks flew left, right, centre, and all over the ground but none got to fly from any bottle that could be attributed to me.

And so I decided to kuumia kiume; I waited till the end of the ceremony on my empty stomach.

I was however, very glad, excited, and exhilarated that, all factors considered, I was able to participate in ushering in a new, obviously very much in love, and happily wedded couple, to the world of married life; an institution that is under attack and on the verge of annihilation.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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