“The party was supposed to start by 9 am, and now it's past 10. What would be the reason for attending the party? Remember that I do not like going late to par0ies”, my husband said while walking from one end of the room to the other.
Trust women with their tactics and delay in dressing, especially when they are making up. “Honey, please, wait a little longer, I'm still trying to complete the makeover myself”, I said, trying to calm him down.
After a few minutes, he walked up to me and said, “It's taking too long dear, we are not just late but totally and extremely late. I have called Peter, and he said they are almost done with the party”.
But the Nigerian party can never start at the actual time being fixed since we are Africans. We always follow the mentality of African time, which, I felt, was too awkward.
“Honey, we are Africans and you and I know when parties always start right here in Nigeria. So, just wait for me to be true, or don't you want your wife to look nice and gorgeous? I said, trying to make him feel a little excited.
“Yes, of course, my wife must look pretty and will always even though makeup is not attached”, my husband is the kind of human being he is, he would like to draw words even when those words are just ordinary.
After some tangible minutes, I came out, and this time with a different statement. “Please, I need to call Mrs. Adams to come over to make me up. I think I'm out of Foundation. The exact one I needed has finished”. “And what do you mean by Foundation?” He asked politely.
“It's something that can smoothen my face and also brings out the real me”, I responded.
My husband began to fume and immediately, he went inside his room just not to hear any more words. I was relieved after seeing Mrs Adams. She did what was necessary within some minutes and off we went. While on our way, my husband never talked to me, instead was just focused. He was not happy, and I needed to make him laugh. I told him, “Honey, let me carry you on my back”. He gave me a serious look and smiled.
“Are you pulling my legs?” he said. “Do You think I cannot carry you?” I responded.
“Let's try it out”, he said, climbing on my back but was somehow shamed as all eyes were on us. “No, let me carry you instead”, I was delighted to hear this statement from him.
Meanwhile, our house was just a stone's throw from where the party was being held. Within a moment, we got to the venue, and behold, the seats were empty. It seems just as if the party is yet to begin.
My husband had to call the celebrant since he was his friend. “We are about to start right away”, the celebrant said. “What!!! What have you all been doing since all these while”, he said, raising his voice? “I had to rush and even made my wife rush with her makeup, and now we are here without the party being started? I even thought we were late, and now we are here on time with seats left empty?” My husband said.
