Like every other girl, Aaliyah dreamt of getting married in a sparkly dress and at a beautiful event center, but not as her vaunting friends would wish.
Hamza only prayed to the see this moment.
They both dressed up in soft hues. Hamza with a snow white Kaftan and babban riga with a colourful zanna bukar to go with it while the bride; Aaliyah waltzed in looking like a princess clad in a satin long sleeved off-shoulder that had tight fitting cuffs, a nipped-in waist and a flowy bottom half, which was peach by the way; Hamza's favourite colour.
Isn't that cute?
They walked in hand in hand as if they were born for this moment.
Just by looking into his teary eyes you could see he really cherished her and with this moment combined, it seemed he had made it to heaven.
She looked the same, maybe a bit emotional too but she was entirely vibrant, her flushed cheeks betraying her whenever he whispered something into her ear. Some she heard, some she didn't but the feeling of his breathe fanning her neck gave her goosebumps.
"Remember when I said I'd make you mine?" Hamza asked Aaliyah.
A grin covered her face.
"I remember and I'm glad I lost the bet."
"I wouldn't say you lost. We both lost because I caved in long before you knew. Time made you break as well and we got to join in holy matrimony today!" He hollered.
"Which one is holy matrimony? Just say marriage aah! That's why I don't like English, it's annoying." She laughed and he nodded his head, laughing too.
A large decorated couch was placed at the center in the south side of the hall for the bride and groom to sit.
If you looked closely you'd think they were just gossiping about their guests because they all but ignored the raging event of their wedding as they conversed comically as if they were the only two in the room.
Some felt that was disrespectful but others just saw it as the couple having a good time. At least they weren't just stoic or silent, watching the guests in a brooding manner.
The scene oozed love from every direction. Her friends cooed, teased and blew kisses from afar, the men just smiled except Bilal the goof ball that enjoyed making funny faces or mouthing out something to get a reaction out of Hamza.
Those who were either acquaintances or extended family relatives just sat in the corners gossiping or designing motives to either steal food or expensive items from those that looked wealthy enough to replace whatever was stolen.
Soon it was time to dance. Aaliyah was nervous this time but the moment she held Hamza's hands and looked into his eyes, she knew that she was safe, alright.
He held both her hands and took elaborate steps to make her feel comfortable. It took a while before she loosened up after the slow songs were changed to the contemporary upbeat, funky music so she was able to move a little to Zlatan and Joeboy.
For the first time, Hamza cried for a woman after his mother. Just as the tears came, he wiped them off before anyone could notice. Even Aaliyah had no clue.
He smiled all the way and she did the same. An outsider would think they had no care in the world. He twirled her around like the royalty she was.
The guests had started to return to their various homes one after the other as midnight approached.
Those that stayed joined the couple on the dance floor, spraying Naira notes on them.
Her friends came to the side with tiny baskets and picked the money up as they danced in sync to the lovely song that was being played.
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Aaliyah to the World
Romance"Sarauniya!" I said almost loudly but not enough for my friend Bilal to hear, "who is she?" "Aaliyah. She's the late Alhaji Mujib's daughter. " Bilal said seeming uninterested with the topic. "Ina gidan su?" I asked, sounding a bit like a crazy sta...
