Last weekend I got invited to my friend Rita's friend's wedding, and I gladly accepted. It was at a Pentecostal church and was exactly what I expected of an African religious wedding. Women were dressed in long printed fabrics with matching headpieces and men were dressed in baggy Kente cloths. The wedding started off with about an hour of dancing, then an hour of singing, then an hour of waiting, then the bride and groom came, followed by prayers and vow exchanging, and then proceeded to end with 3 more hours of dancing and the reception. Everyone loved that 3 white girls were dancing in front of the alter, pretending to fit in. I think this was probably the only time Ill get to pop a bottle of champagne in a church.
Even the babies got to dance!
Rita and her younger sisters
After the wedding we went back to Rita's home where her parents and siblings live. The tiny road to the house was hmm, Im not sure how to describe it, but I was very impressed that the taxi car made it in one piece. Rita's mother was the sweetest, she made us boiled plantains and spicy cocoa yam leaf (spinach-like) goodness.
And almost stole a baby
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