The relationship of a year and a half is about to be solidified into a holy wedlock. It was a bright Saturday morning in April, the early morning sun shown brightly, and the hand of the clock ticked towards ten o’clock. I sighed, as my mind drifted back to my first failed marriage.I prayed I was making a good choice again. My mood was not altogether joyful, all I could think of was my journey so far.I was of course glad I had the chance of marrying again, and the joy around me was overwhelming, but truthfully, within me, I had a bubble. I wound-down the side window to catch a glimpse of the world around me, and probably also read people’s mind
But, all I saw were beaming , happy faces.I could hear from a distant the soft melody coming from the church organ. I smiled inwardly and thanked the creator for yet another golden chance.
As I was ushered into the church in my angelic white flowing wedding dress flanked by my beautiful train and in the company of my Father, I felt a tightness in my tummy as I looked to the altar and walked through the red carpet. A shadow of tension wrapped me up and I missed my steps often but the strong hand of my father held me steady and guided me all the way to the side of the waiting groom.
The processional hymn stopped and the priest invited the couple to the altar for joining and blessing. The priest said ” will you Bolatito take Olumide as your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better for worse, for richer for poorer till death do you part?” I answered ” Yes” half heartedly. All through the taking of the vows I was lost in my thought. My mind drifted back to the events that unfolded from 1990 till 1992, it was hell of turbulent years for me. I fought hard with the tears stinging my eyes.
As the church service progressed, I gradually bubbled back to life. On my way back from the church registry where the marriage seal had been signed yet again! People urged me to dance, but I couldn’t, all I could do was reminiscenced and reflect on the past.
” With joy in my heart and by the power conferred on me by the Federal Government of Nigeria, and as a minister of the gospel of God, I present to you, Mr and Mrs Olumide Hasstrup” the cheering and clapping of the crowd ruffled me from my thought and back to life. I whispered ” it’s all over”.
Months after the wedding…
I sat on the edge of the bed endlessly dialing Olumide’s number as I continuously stood up to look through the window. What could be happening? I wondered. Fear began to engulf me. I silently prayed for his voice to just break through to me from the other end. As the clock struck 12am, I could not help the tears that flowed ceaselessly…..
I am Mrs Bolatito Hasstrup, welcome to my world.