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Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding WOMAN WRAPPER
MandyThe footage didn’t stop.That’s the thing I remember most. Not the gasps. Not the aunties. Just that it kept going, frame after grainy frame, twelve feet high on the screens I had hung myself, while I stood in front of the altar in peach silk and couldn’t look away.Me, swirling the wine with one finger. Putting the glass back on its ring of condensation. Daniel coming back in. Drinking. Yawning.Then a cut. A different camera. The kitchen door sliding open in the dark, and a tall man in leather shoes stepping through it.“Lare?” somebody whispered behind me. “Is that Lare?”Another cut. The study. Two figures in surgical gloves at a desk, drawers open, a phone flashing over papers. A man’s hand sliding something small into the spine of a book.The camera was high on the wall, looking down on us. I knew that wall. I had stood under it, admiring a print of Apapa port at sunrise.He had watched us. He had watched the whole thing.Daniel tapped his phone again, and the screens wen
Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding SPEAK NOW
Dami“…speak now, or forever hold your peace.”The silence that follows those words is always the same. A breath. A cough somewhere at the back. A few soft laughs, because everybody knows nobody ever actually says anything.I stood up.The wooden pew creaked. In a church that full, that quiet, it sounded like a gunshot.Four hundred and forty plus heads turned.Beside me, my mother made a small sound, like a stitch tearing. Her hand closed on my sleeve. I felt it and kept standing.“I do,” I said. “I know a reason.”Father Ignatius’s smile stayed exactly where it was, frozen, like a man who had heard about this happening in films and had never once believed it.At the altar, Tiwa turned round. Her veil swung. Her eyes found mine, enormous, confused, and then they went past me to the bridesmaids.Amanda had already stepped out of the line.She put her bouquet down on the altar step, very carefully, the way she does everything. Then she walked across to the front pew and stood beside me
Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding SOMETHING NEW
MandyOn the morning of Tiwa’s wedding, I woke at 4:58, two minutes before my alarm, the way I always do on a wedding day.For years, that has been my favourite moment. The city still dark. The day still perfect, because nothing has gone wrong yet. Everything in its place, like a table before the guests sit down.This time I lay in the dark in Surulere and touched my mouth with two fingers and thought about the frangipani. His lips. His hands. And whatever courage had taken over me and made me kiss him.A small prayer for that same courage today.Then I got up and went to work.……………….By seven, the bridal suite on the second floor of the Ajayi-Williams house in Ikoyi looked like a very well organised explosion.Two make-up artists. One hairstylist and her assistant. Four bridesmaids in robes that said BRIDE SQUAD in gold. A photographer shooting the dress on its hanger by the window, where the light was good. A steamer hissing. A tray of small chops that nobody was eating except Bisi
Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding THE NIGHT BEFORE
DamiThe rehearsal dinner was at my mother’s house, because everything is.Forty people on the terrace. Lanterns in the mango trees. A long table dressed in white and gold, a small army of waiters in black, and my mother at the head of it all in midnight-blue lace, receiving compliments like tribute.Lara was not there. Amanda had seen to that with a single phone call and the phrase “immediate family and wedding party only, I’m so sorry.” I had watched her make the call. It had taken eleven seconds. I’d never been so attracted to anyone in my life.She sat beside me. She was a bridesmaid, so she was allowed. She was also the planner, so every seven minutes she left the table to whisper to a waiter, and every seven minutes she came back and her knee touched mine under the tablecloth, and every seven minutes I forgot what anyone was saying.Across the table, Daniel gave a toast.He was good. Of course he was. He talked about the first time he saw Tiwa, at a friend’s birthday in Lekki, l
Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding COLE ESTATE
MandyThree days before the wedding, I held the vendor showcase in the Lagoon Pavilion, and I ruined Daniel’s wine.It wasn’t in the original plan. It became the plan on Monday afternoon, when Bisi walked into my office with a bottle in one hand and her phone in the other and the expression of a woman who has found a cockroach in a very expensive handbag.“Cole Estate,” she said, putting the bottle on my desk. “Stellenbosch. Family vineyard. Established 1962. Daniel’s late grandfather’s pride and joy.”“He’s very proud of it,” I said. “He wants it on every table.”“There is no Cole Estate.” She turned her phone around. “That address in Stellenbosch is a car park behind a Spar. The wine is bulk red from a wholesaler in Apapa, eight thousand naira a case. The labels were printed at a shop in Ojuelegba. I went there. The man remembered him. He said Oga paid cash and asked for the gold to be shinier.”I looked at the bottle. Gold label. Very shiny.“Bisi,” I said, “you’re a genius.”“Head
Planning and Ruining my Ex's Wedding EVERYONE HAS A PRICE
DamiThe jetty at the Lagoon Pavilion runs fifty metres out over the water, and at eleven at night there’s nobody on it but the mosquitoes.I was at the end of it when Amanda found me. Shirt, two buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up. Looking at the lights of Ikoyi on the other side of the lagoon and trying very hard not to think.She didn’t say anything. She just came and stood next to me, her clipboard under her arm, her shoes in her hand. She always takes her shoes off when the work is done. I’d noticed that. I noticed far too many things about her now.“You should go home,” I said.“So should you.”“I’m thinking.”“You’re sulking.” She set the shoes down on the planks. “I can tell the difference. I’ve done a lot of weddings.”Out on the water, a fishing canoe went past with a lantern at the front, very slowly, like it had nowhere at all to be.“Do you want to know?” I asked.“Only if you want to tell me.”I didn’t. I had never told anybody. Tiwa knew some of it, the way little sisters
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