Once upon a sunny Saturday in the heart of Abeokuta, there was a wedding that people in the community still talk about — not because of the décor, not because of the jollof rice (although it slapped!), but because of the bride — Amarachi.
Now Amarachi was your typical Nigerian babe: fine like twenty people combined, dramatic like a Nollywood season finale, and always late. If you told her to show up at 10 a.m., she’d stroll in at 1 p.m. sipping zobo with no iota of shame.
So when her big wedding day came, you’d expect her to be early, right?
WRONG.
At 8 a.m., the church was full. The groom, Kunle, dressed in his pristine white agbada, was already sweating — not from heat, but from fear. Best man kept patting his shoulder, whispering, "She go come, bro. Maybe traffic dey."
Bro, this was Abeokuta. Where was the traffic coming from — goats?
Meanwhile, Amarachi was at home... sleeping. 😴
Yes. On her wedding day.
Apparently, she thought the wedding was by 4 p.m. when it was actually by 10 a.m.. Her phone had 43 missed calls, 5 voice notes from her pastor, and her mother was banging the door like EFCC.
Her younger brother finally broke in, yelling, "Amara! Your wedding don start o! People dey cry for church!"
She jumped up like someone who drank expired Red Bull. “Wetin?! Today is the wedding?! Why nobody wake me?!”
She began flying around like a mosquito on speed — putting on makeup, doing hair, and still arguing about the gele style.
By the time she finally got into the car, she told the driver:
"Uncle, overtake anything wey no dey wear white. Even police!"
They got to the church at 12:37 p.m. Kunle looked like a widower. Even the pastor was already packing his Bible.
Then Amarachi entered with swag and madness — high heels, face beat, lace gown, and chewing gum.
People gasped. The choir shouted HALLELUJAH! because they thought rapture had happened and she missed it.
She walked up the aisle, looked Kunle in the eye and whispered:
"At least I still fine, abi?"
Kunle sighed and smiled. "You no go kill me."
The wedding went on. During vows, when asked, “Do you take Kunle as your lawfully wedded husband?” Amara replied:
"I go manage am sha." 🤣
The whole church burst into laughter. Even the pastor said, “Na you go explain to God on judgment day.”
Till today, their wedding anniversary is called “Amara’s Resurrection Day.”
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Moral of the story:
Marry someone who won’t forget you on the wedding day... but if you do, just make sure they have vibes. 💃🏽
Prince
2 days agoThe Bride Who Forgot She Was Getting Married 💍😂
Once upon a sunny Saturday in the heart of Abeokuta, there was a wedding that people in the community still talk about — not because of the décor, not because of the jollof rice (although it slapped!), but because of the bride — Amarachi.
Now Amarachi was your typical Nigerian babe: fine like twenty people combined, dramatic like a Nollywood season finale, and always late. If you told her to show up at 10 a.m., she’d stroll in at 1 p.m. sipping zobo with no iota of shame.
So when her big wedding day came, you’d expect her to be early, right?
WRONG.
At 8 a.m., the church was full. The groom, Kunle, dressed in his pristine white agbada, was already sweating — not from heat, but from fear. Best man kept patting his shoulder, whispering, "She go come, bro. Maybe traffic dey."
Bro, this was Abeokuta. Where was the traffic coming from — goats?
Meanwhile, Amarachi was at home... sleeping. 😴
Yes. On her wedding day.
Apparently, she thought the wedding was by 4 p.m. when it was actually by 10 a.m.. Her phone had 43 missed calls, 5 voice notes from her pastor, and her mother was banging the door like EFCC.
Her younger brother finally broke in, yelling, "Amara! Your wedding don start o! People dey cry for church!"
She jumped up like someone who drank expired Red Bull. “Wetin?! Today is the wedding?! Why nobody wake me?!”
She began flying around like a mosquito on speed — putting on makeup, doing hair, and still arguing about the gele style.
By the time she finally got into the car, she told the driver:
"Uncle, overtake anything wey no dey wear white. Even police!"
They got to the church at 12:37 p.m. Kunle looked like a widower. Even the pastor was already packing his Bible.
Then Amarachi entered with swag and madness — high heels, face beat, lace gown, and chewing gum.
People gasped. The choir shouted HALLELUJAH! because they thought rapture had happened and she missed it.
She walked up the aisle, looked Kunle in the eye and whispered:
"At least I still fine, abi?"
Kunle sighed and smiled. "You no go kill me."
The wedding went on. During vows, when asked, “Do you take Kunle as your lawfully wedded husband?” Amara replied:
"I go manage am sha." 🤣
The whole church burst into laughter. Even the pastor said, “Na you go explain to God on judgment day.”
Till today, their wedding anniversary is called “Amara’s Resurrection Day.”
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Moral of the story:
Marry someone who won’t forget you on the wedding day... but if you do, just make sure they have vibes. 💃🏽