12 My White Wedding

The long awaited day finally came and honestly on this day,I could not be bothered about anything negative. I was so overjoyed that I was getting married to the man I love. It was a societal wedding and had everyone that mattered present,well,at least that mattered to us. Everything went well without a hitch .I offered to sing at my wedding and I did. The Catholic Bishop of the Diocese wedded Mike and l. He has been a long time friend of my family and it was just right that he should be the one to wed us. I turned out to be a gorgeous bride though I still felt that I was too fat. The days leading to the wedding,I had been abstaining from food hoping to slim down considerably and I think I did.

During the reception I danced my heart out,not because I knew how to dance or wanted to,but guests would not allow me be,they kept pressurizing me to dance harder and. of course I did. Right after the wedding,we travelled to a Games Reserve for our honeymoon. it was a wonderful experience but was cut short because I started to bleed .We had to travel back immediately to see my gynaecologist who confirmed that I was about a month pregnant and it was threatening. He insisted I be admitted into the hospital and remain on strict bed rest.And so,the remaining part of my honeymoon was spent on the hospital bed where I was for almost two months. This was not how I had pictured the start of my married life to be but I braved it out and eventually got better and was discharged.

Been an expectant mother was new to me,I suddenly began to wonder if I was actually ready to be a mom. I started entertaining fears about my readiness to be a mother. I was scared I might not know what to do,I felt overwhelmed with the task of bringing up well mannered and responsible children. I remembered how troublesome I was while growing up and wondered if my kids would do likewise. My mum had told me that I was a wild tomboy while growing up. She said that because I idolised my elder brother,I followed him to do what boys do,I climbed trees,I jumped fences to go pluck fruits from neighbours gardens,I dressed like a boy most of the time and liked watching martial arts films of which I regularly practised such with my brother. I remember I did all these things but I also remember when I changed. It was the day my own brother told me to move my stuffs from his own side of the room back to my side. He also warned me to stop wearing his clothes and rebuked me for being untidy and too rough for a girl. To my brothers credit,he was and still is the neatest man I have ever known,even though he is the boy and I followed him on almost all his stunts when we were young, he managed to keep clean most of the time and was very conscious of his looks.

This brotherly rebuke stung me badly and I recoiled from him for a time. I could not understand how someone I idolized would say such things to me,after all he was my mentor. But I later understood that even though I had taken him as a mentor,I was nothing like him. He had been very playful but always careful and neat. I was the careless,untidy and rough one, but his rebuke made me turn a new leaf and I became more feminine and more restrained.

Till date,we have maintained a caring relationship though we are both married and have kids own,but I will remain ever grateful to him for been the best brother one could ever ask for.