My New Home

"In the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit, I hereby join this couple in holy matrimony and henceforth, they're considered husband and wife. Whosoever has a legal impediment as to why these two shouldn't be joined should speak up now or forever remain silent". That's the voice of pastor Bichi, my mum's pastor. "Alfas, please you can start with the preparation to solemnize my daughter and her husband". "In-sha Allah, the couple will join us in no time", my dad consoled the Alfas. Thirty minutes later, Alhaji entered the other canopy which actually looked more or less like a make-shift church, to seize the couple and to deliver them to the Alfas; after all, they've been given their fair share of attention. The bride's mother, Mrs. Precious, however, has a different thing in mind and she won't be going down without a fight. She stood from her seat, arms akimbo, and roared, "Jesutofunmi, if you leave with Alhaji now, you're not just forfeiting my blessings, but I'll also disown you with immediate effect. So, you better sit now and finish this program before you think of leaving this place at all. Today isn't just your day, it's mine as well". Alhaji isn't ready to back down as well and countered with his own threat, "I'm the father and your blessings isn't mandatory seeing as you're not even in the right religion, if you're not willing to part with your bogus blessings, then, you can keep it with you and use it as an offering in the next Sunday service". "As for me, I'm taking the couple now; you can go ahead and do your worst". He thereafter moved towards the altar and seized the couple by their forearms and began dragging them away from the makeshift church. Mrs. Precious intercepted and equally held the couple available arms and begins pulling too. The pandemonium continued and none of the parties involved was willing to concede even though it's their daughter's big day.