Our wedding was an Autumn wedding in the late afternoon. The area faced the breathtaking sunset. At the end of each aisle, light balls hung from the naked tree branches. Spread down the aisle was white leaves, as far as the eyes could see, slightly moist so they wouldn’t crack when you stepped on them.
The wedding was attended by a small group of Ayokanmi’s close family and my friends from work dressed in beach attire for comfort. On either side of the aisle, they sat in white chairs set up for them on the sand.
Finally, the priest came out and asked everyone to stand up. Yes! It’s now time! All eyes would soon be on us. The flower girl lined the path with white rose petals as Sam Smith’s Stay With Me was being played. I only took two steps out before I was greeted by Ayokanmi’s father. He then escorted his daughter down the aisle, which seemed longer than before. My boss at work became my own strength; without him I would have fainted. The guests looked at me, taking pictures of my Blue tuxedo suit, waving at me, smiling- one thing was for sure, though… no one made a sound except for the shuttering sounds which came from the cameras and ohone. Up ahead I saw her, Ayokanmi. My wife to be, the love of my life, my everything. She stood taller, her shoulders back and her gaze were fixed on me. If I wasn’t mistaken I could have sworn tears filled her eyes.
The program started and the priest offered prayers to God first before he began the marriage rites.
“Do you Hassan Ayokanmi take Oluwatimileyin Turner to be your lawfully wedded Husband?” He asked Ayokanmi.
“I, Hassan Ayokanmi take thee Oluwatimileyin Turner, to be my lawfully wedded husband, secured in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one and only true love.
On this special day, I give to you in the presence of God and all these witnesses my pledge to stay by your side as your faithful wife in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad.
I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve all of your goals, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and spirit, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live. May God help me” Ayokanmi vowed as she adjusts her white veil.
“Uhm, do you Oluwatimileyin Turner take Hassan Ayokanmi as your lawfully wedded wife till death do you part?” The priest asked looking towards me.
‘Till death do us part’ is morbid to me. I want the fairy tale. I want something like ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ What’s wrong with that? Why start a life of love by thinking about death again? I choose to believe that my wife is my soulmate, that we will always be together in this life and beyond. Doesn’t love endure forever?
“Yes, I do.” I answered.
The priest nodded and asked, “If anyone objects to the marriage speak now or forever hold your peace”.
As assumed, no one said a word. “With the power vested upon me by the State of London, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I leaned in and kissed Ayokanmi softly like I’ve never done before.
“Hmmm.” She moaned, before moving my hands from her thick, round ass, and pressing my hand against her cheek, giving me more support to push myself towards her, and connect our lips again. My lips were firm against hers, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, slow. We held it for few minutes, before our lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly but cautiously. I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go. My entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with love. I moved my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark braids, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss. Everyone cheered for us, however I barely noticed; my full attention rested on Ayokanmi.
The wedding ended and Ayokanmi and I lived together happily ever after.
Oh, did I mentioned that Mr Pedro and his boys were later apprehended by the police and the court of law sentenced them to life imprisonment with hard labour.
Jason on the other hand was married to Nurse Precious.
Three years after Faridah’s death, Dr Oyedeji Abdulafeez’s wife later gave birth to a baby girl again and named her Hawau.
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