QUARTER TO NIGERIA.

 Obiageli looked a vision in her Grecian styled form fitting dress. Ashley had made her fro into a fine up do that offset her oval face perfectly and had adorned it with beautiful silver rosettes to appear like a crown around her head; leaving a few gossamer strands to fall on the nape of her head that softened the lines at the crease of her eyes. Zona had chosen flat knee high silver gladiator sandals that were revealed by the generous slit in front of the dress. She had achieved the ‘Grecian goddess’ themed bride she set out to create and Obiageli couldn’t hold back her surprise when she stared at her image in the dressing mirror. Admittedly, she didn’t quite understand Zona’s idea at first and wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but now she was certain she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She was mostly grateful for the comforts the flat sandals provided.

She was a bride to be; Albert Carter’s bride to be, handsome wonderful loving Albert. It was unreal.

The wedding ceremony was just splendid from the church service to the mini reception. Everything had gone on as planned and the music played on into the evening. Albert was every bit the dapper groom, his double breasted navy blue suit complemented Obiageli’s caramel skin color perfectly. It was a match made in Eastwood heaven. Obiageli has never looked forward to the future as expectantly as she did now.  Everything was going to be different from here on out she thought. Good different. She could hardly wait for their lives together to start, but for now she has to turn her attention towards Zona’s trip to Nigeria.  

 The paper works required for Zona’s trip now concluded, had taken a back seat when the wedding preparations started and resumed as soon as Albert had moved in. He tried to put in as much effort and time as the church schedule allowed into helping Zona prepare for her travel. He drove her places she needed to go if he was available, advised her on ways to handle herself in certain situations and stressed the importance of having a pepper spray handy. He went on to teach her a bit of karate to defend herself incase hoodlums flew from the sky in Nigeria, one would think the Rev. had just returned from a rather ill fated trip to Nigeria; he had his fears alright but like Obiageli, he too believed Zona would survive.

 It always started out as a make-shift karate session in ‘a’ rearranged living room and ended as a bonding session between the new father and daughter; some days Zona was either too tired to lift a leg or just altogether unwilling, Some other days she was game. Other days the reverend ran out of karate styles, his knowledge, no thanks to bootleg karate DVDs he watched as a young boy, was indeed limited on the subject even though he refuses to admit it. In fact, most things he demonstrated were very far from an actual Karate. But in his mind, it counted if it could protect Zona God forbid a situation presents itself. 

“I still cannot believe she will be leaving for Nigeria this weekend” Obiageli said to Albert as they drove home from church , “I mean I knew that at some point we would get here but now that we are here it is really difficult to accept” she continued. “I know” Albert said “it is unreal, I only hope that we have done enough to prepare her mentally and otherwise” Even though Albert hadn’t known Zona for the most part of her life, he had come to love the girl as the child he never had from his first marriage and hence became quite protective of her. Just like her mother she really was easy to love and now she was going to a place far from ‘home’. Was there make shift karate-bonding session enough to endear him to her he wondered; he nursed the fear that she may reconnect with her father, maybe rediscover their bond and he will have to be second place in her heart. 

 ...till the weekend loves...

Footnote: Hi guys, am sorry there was no post yesterday as promised, had quite the busy day and couldn't squeeze out time not for lack of trying though. hope you guys had a wonderful weekend and are having a great week. 

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