It's really exciting that I am about to share my experience with you about an exceptional weekend experience I had. Sharing this experience makes me feel so good because for about two months now, my weekends had been quite stereotypical with nothing exceptionally exciting.
My normal weekends will just begin with my return from school on Friday after several classes in school since I am a student. Some Fridays are always really stressful in school because of the all-day-long classes we are usually engaged with in school and in the end, I am definitely always so drained afterwards.
An ideal weekend is supposed to come with a break from official work and weeklong struggle. It's supposed to be a time to relax with family, having a good time to rest, eating good homemade meals and getting set for the new week's schedule but for me, weekends are altogether really stressful.
My Saturday mornings are always dedicated to laundry and this could last for about 4 hours with breakfast in between. Wondering why it takes that long? Yeah, I can see it in your eyes. First reason is that I am not a single lady, I am married so, I wash both my clothes and hubby's own and unfortunately, Saturday is the only day I would have the time to wash all used clothes for the week.
After the long washing session, it is to freshen up and run off to the market to shop for the weekend meal which is normally a traditional meal that will take us through some few days with other simple meals in between.
Saturday evenings are usually meant for preparation to attend Sunday service the next day. So, some ironing and polishing needs to be done before bedtime and Sunday morning is always for church service while evening is for preparation for the new week schedule.
Hope you are not tired of me already. Please, don't be. I had to tell you a little about my stereotypical weekend so you will understand why I call this one unforgettable.
So, my unforgettable weekend was last weekend where I attended my childhood friend's traditional marriage on Saturday. The traditional marriage was held in my hometown and that made it more remarkable for me as I couldn't visit my hometown again after about 8 months since I got married.
The event was so colourful and was strictly followed according to our traditional requirements. The bride (my childhood friend) was beautiful dressed in a beautiful traditional attire meant for a bride and so was her groom. The traditional rites had already been carried out before the actual day of the open celebration. I joined a bevy of ladies to dance out the bride to present her to the groom and his family already waiting to receive her and I felt really happy that I didn't miss the event for any reason.
There was enough to eat and drink and in at the end, the bride's parent handed her over to the groom and his family. This moment was quite significant as well as emotional. Infact, I didn't even realize when tears began to run down my chicks after hearing the bride's mother pray. Everything during the moment made everyone feel we were not going to see my friend again.
Lots of people brought gifts items to bid her farewell and I definitely did too. I had lots of fun and met with different family members and friends I had not seen for a while. The weekend was really an exceptional one because I didn't follow my normal weekend routine as I had always done the past weeks.
Thank you so much for reading to the end.
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