Affairs of the Mind
I remembered when my brother came home one evening; he entered the house beaming with smiles. Well, it's me and my phone, so I didn't necessarily ask about his smiles after exchanging pleasantries.
Our parents were in the living room as well, watching their usual evening news update. My brother greeted them, gisted a little, and finally explained why he was smiling.
"Mum, Dad, I am getting married," my brother said.
This came as good news to them because they've always pressured him to bring home a bride. A successful young man in his late 30s ought to have a home and his own family according to my parents.
"So, who is the lucky woman?" my mum asked.
"Jaruna is her name, residing in the north," my brother replied.
"Residing or a native?" my dad asked.
"Both, sir, but if we get married, she will come to Lagos with me."
This didn't sit well with my parents after hearing where she is from, but my brother remained adamant and wouldn't budge on his choice. "I've finally found the apple of my eyes, and I am not changing that."
"Well, count us out of your wedding if you won't listen to us. If only you knew that this is for your own good," my dad threatened.
But my brother felt unthreatened since he is man enough for himself and can cater for his own family.
He left, and I saw him off. On my way seeing him off to the gate, he asked if I would be there for him always.
I affirmed that, assured him that nothing could shake our brotherhood.
He tipped me as usual and left.
His wedding was scheduled for five months after he came to our house, and he had tried to convince my parents, but the result was futile. So, he told me to follow him, and he would get some people to do that as well. My brother isn't someone who keeps friends; he doesn't attend functions unless it's a seminar, so I understood why he turned to only me. We arranged that I would stay in his house a week before his wedding to avoid raising any suspicion.
The day came, and we set off. The journey took like three days to reach there, and we arrived there on the night of the third day after a tiring journey. We were given a hut to stay in as the ceremony would commence the next day so we could return home fast.
The next day, my brother asked me, "Ray, I hope you will stand by me if anything happens."
"Sure, bro. I am not your 'ride or die,' but I will ride with you till I die," I said.
"Hope you won't deny me if I call on you," he asked again.
"I am Ray, I am not Peter; use me as your emergency button."
"Such a lovely bro. Men will always mount. I've come a long way, and I can't afford to lose now," he said.
I was skeptical about that buh I didnt bother much on it
We entered, and I was led to a tent, while my brother was led to the open field. A man, probably the bride's father, came out,addressed the mass and the ceremony commenced.
I was at the front row when my brother was laid on a table-like structure. I kept looking in observation mode until a tough-looking man came around and asked if my brother was ready. My brother said yes. The man asked what if he got exhausted, and my brother said "my bro wouldn't disappoint me. I saw the pity in my brother's eyes, all because of love, I Thougt the man would sit on him but
My eyes cleared when I heard my brother scream out after a whip successfully landed on his bare back.
"Damm!" I shouted. "Is this also tradition?" The whip continued non-stop and each time my brother voice rang like of dangote trailer until my brother seemed like he couldn't take it anymore. He faintly looked at me, pleading with me to come and receive the beating.
The beater asked him, "Are you still capable?"
My brother pleaded, "Help me out, Ray, like you've promised me."
With my eyes and facial expression, I replied "For where, I am not Ray. In fact, I don't know him, call Me Peter or amaka"
My brother looked at me in disbelief, I stood up jeje in a rat position, and moved to the nearest hut to change our lookalike cloth before I will be dragged out
, "Why would I suffer for someone else's love?"and which kind of tradition is that??
Me trying to avoid people that might recognize me 👇👇
[Pic]
Our parents were in the living room as well, watching their usual evening news update. My brother greeted them, gisted a little, and finally explained why he was smiling.
"Mum, Dad, I am getting married," my brother said.
This came as good news to them because they've always pressured him to bring home a bride. A successful young man in his late 30s ought to have a home and his own family according to my parents.
"So, who is the lucky woman?" my mum asked.
"Jaruna is her name, residing in the north," my brother replied.
"Residing or a native?" my dad asked.
"Both, sir, but if we get married, she will come to Lagos with me."
This didn't sit well with my parents after hearing where she is from, but my brother remained adamant and wouldn't budge on his choice. "I've finally found the apple of my eyes, and I am not changing that."
"Well, count us out of your wedding if you won't listen to us. If only you knew that this is for your own good," my dad threatened.
But my brother felt unthreatened since he is man enough for himself and can cater for his own family.
He left, and I saw him off. On my way seeing him off to the gate, he asked if I would be there for him always.
I affirmed that, assured him that nothing could shake our brotherhood.
He tipped me as usual and left.
His wedding was scheduled for five months after he came to our house, and he had tried to convince my parents, but the result was futile. So, he told me to follow him, and he would get some people to do that as well. My brother isn't someone who keeps friends; he doesn't attend functions unless it's a seminar, so I understood why he turned to only me. We arranged that I would stay in his house a week before his wedding to avoid raising any suspicion.
The day came, and we set off. The journey took like three days to reach there, and we arrived there on the night of the third day after a tiring journey. We were given a hut to stay in as the ceremony would commence the next day so we could return home fast.
The next day, my brother asked me, "Ray, I hope you will stand by me if anything happens."
"Sure, bro. I am not your 'ride or die,' but I will ride with you till I die," I said.
"Hope you won't deny me if I call on you," he asked again.
"I am Ray, I am not Peter; use me as your emergency button."
"Such a lovely bro. Men will always mount. I've come a long way, and I can't afford to lose now," he said.
I was skeptical about that buh I didnt bother much on it
We entered, and I was led to a tent, while my brother was led to the open field. A man, probably the bride's father, came out,addressed the mass and the ceremony commenced.
I was at the front row when my brother was laid on a table-like structure. I kept looking in observation mode until a tough-looking man came around and asked if my brother was ready. My brother said yes. The man asked what if he got exhausted, and my brother said "my bro wouldn't disappoint me. I saw the pity in my brother's eyes, all because of love, I Thougt the man would sit on him but
My eyes cleared when I heard my brother scream out after a whip successfully landed on his bare back.
"Damm!" I shouted. "Is this also tradition?" The whip continued non-stop and each time my brother voice rang like of dangote trailer until my brother seemed like he couldn't take it anymore. He faintly looked at me, pleading with me to come and receive the beating.
The beater asked him, "Are you still capable?"
My brother pleaded, "Help me out, Ray, like you've promised me."
With my eyes and facial expression, I replied "For where, I am not Ray. In fact, I don't know him, call Me Peter or amaka"
My brother looked at me in disbelief, I stood up jeje in a rat position, and moved to the nearest hut to change our lookalike cloth before I will be dragged out
, "Why would I suffer for someone else's love?"and which kind of tradition is that??
Me trying to avoid people that might recognize me 👇👇
[Pic]
