Eventful Saturday it was; after I had spent slightly over 2hours within the mainland with no headway in the grid lock traffic, I decided it was best to do away with my ambition of attending an office session on the island and head straight down to my secret mentor's/crush's sister's wedding.
I scrambled into the church compound but not inside the church (The church was the non trouser wearing type of church), clad in my sleeveless jumpsuit which I had now managed to make more 'decent' with a long sleeved cropped jacket.
After all said and done the church service ended and we headed straight down to the reception. We had lots of food and drinks and in all, it was good party- May the couples home be a million times better.
Finally, we got to the part most single ladies look forward to at any wedding reception - throwing of the bouquet.
I gave up on that a while ago when I struggled to pick the bouquet and I ended up landing on my butt. But the MC won't let me rest, he resorted to all sorts of embarrassing comments till he got me off my seat.
I thought to myself, 'how can I be the first in line to catch the bouquet when I'm not even an acquaintance, let alone friend, to the bride?' I snickered at the thought of the image of desperation I may be projecting to the other guests while blushing helplessly at the MCs endless comments.
I stood there quietly, waiting for the bride's friends to join me.
The bride's friends joined me, that brought some relief to me but the bride on the other hand started getting petulant- guess she couldn't wait for the party to be over and commence the beautiful life after the wedding day.
Alas, the bouquet was thrown and without any struggle, I stretched my hand and it was there! YES!!! I picked the bouquet! Although I had a bland outlook, my insides leapt with joy at the thought of getting married soon.
Everyone congratulated me for catching the bouquet like I just had a baby- it was at that
point that pessimism kicked in and I wondered what use the dainty bouquet was to me when all that was attached to it was some old age superstitious belief and nothing more.
I caught the bouquet, for an instance, I was glad,
I thought about other things, and I became sad
Can the bouquet teach me to love
Can it bring someone that'd rock my world
Can it put a ring on my finger,
Bring someone to love forever.
Roses are red, my bouquet is teal,
For once I cared, and the attendant feelings were surreal.
But my black cap came on
And all those feelings are gone.
I caught the bouquet, I am happy cause it's a first, hence it brings hope.
