The shame of calling off my wedding on a Thursday, just one day before the big day.
Family, friends, and some guests had already arrived because I was having my bridal shower that same day. My church members had hired a custard bus to take them to the venue, as I was using my dad’s larger church.
I sold clothes to everyone on my street, and they kept calling me ‘iyawo iyawo’ everywhere. Friends from primary, secondary, and university also bought clothes.
I had invited everyone I knew, and they invited more people — it was going to be the wedding of the town. Everything was arranged: food, drinks, cake, souvenirs, caterers, MC, DJ, live band — even the cows were bought and tied down in my father’s yard.
But on that Thursday morning, after talking with my dad, I did something I should have done long ago. I took out my phone, added everyone to a group chat, sent a message, then turned off my phone and cried harder than I ever had. I landed in the hospital, returned home, and faced my shame.
People on the street and in my church said all kinds of things. Some friends accused me of only wanting money, claiming the clothes sales never meant a wedding.
It was overwhelming… I truly thought I wouldn’t survive. But I did. Four years later, I realised it was the best decision I ever made. Thank you, Jesus, for strength.
It was a whole of things
The relationship were built on lies
A lot of things started unfolding when we began the preparations but I was scared of what people would say. And he was too relaxed. He didn’t think I would have the balls to call it off.
@TheOnlyKemi posted this on Twitter/Feb 27
