Inside Okey's mind: Legally looped

Hi everyone…

I’m not gonna lie, this year has been one tough ride all through. It feels like there’s just been blow after blow after blow and it’s so easy to just lay back and wallow in the insanity that is the year 2020 but as Nigerians say it…we move!!

In the midst of all the madness, we still have to count our blessings and I thank God every day for Chioma in my life..you know when people often urge you to get it right with regards to all things marriage related, well, I have to say I hit the lottery.

Anyway, we had been planning ever since on how to get our wedding plans going (yes, you heard right) and like the war general that she is when it comes to planning, Chioma sat me down and laid out the invasion plans for the capture of my heart… lol...

So, apparently, for those who don’t know, there are generally three ceremonies to fulfill this obligation.. a court wedding, a traditional wedding and a white/church wedding.

First stop. Court wedding.

Note that we’re in the middle of the fucking Wuhan virus pandemic and things have generally shut down everywhere. However, as with all things Nigerian, there are always ways around. So, our friends, Emeka and Ekene had done theirs a little while earlier and I had to call him and ask for the procedure. Mahn, na wa o ..the processes promised to be as complicated as trying to do legitimate business in this country.

Thank God Emeka introduced me to one guy who is some sort of big shot at the Ikoyi marriage registry who promised to make things a bit easier for us. So I get dressed one fine Tuesday and head to the registry to commence the procedures.. Chai, this country sucks big time!! Had to go through some back door channels with the guy so we could fill out all the forms, pay about 35k, and eventually get registered.

Fast forward three weeks later, Chioma virtually twisted my arms and I’m staring down the barrel of a pre-wedding photo session on the morning of the court wedding with a fantastic guy who we’ve hired to be our wedding photographer.

Barring some normal drama with the makeup artist who shows up very late on the day, the photo session actually goes very well and just goes to highlight the foolishness of my aversion to taking pictures because your boy was looking very hot-saucy!! (Special shout out to my fantastic tailor Didi, my former colleague at Visafone who runs @tuxboxbespoke)

Mike is there as my witness, Ify is there to stand for Chioma and since the registry was very very specific about allowing just two guests per couple, the four of us head off to the court after the shoot is finally over.

We get there a bit late and find tons of other couples already there before us. To their credit though, everything looks well organized especially as all the crowd who must have insisted on following their couples (trust Nigerians) were mandated to stay outside the premises of the registry. We write down our names, get extorted to buy one stupid handout on Nigerian marriage laws and we’re asked to wait our turn behind everyone already there.

I guess I have to reluctantly acknowledge the fact that knowing someone at this sort of places actually helps smoothen the whole process because our big shot guy comes along and after some procedural shenanigans and acting for the camera, he whisks us off past the line of waiting couples into the registry and fast tracks the whole thing for us. The knowledge that we would have been waiting there for hours under the hot sun effectively silences all my moral objections (yeah yeah..i know…don't rub it in) and after a relatively short while (and lots of bloody requests for gratification from these corrupt mofos) Chioma and I find ourselves seated in front of one sanctimonious guy acknowledging to live with and love each other forever under Nigerian Law.

After a few statements of intentions and exchange of rings, The guy berates us to love ourselves, goes ahead to extort his own egunje in the form of “offerings” from everyone including our poor witnesses, sings some funny choruses in his toady voice and finally guides us through the process of filling out and signing the forms indicating that we’re now officially married in the eyes of this country!!

YAAAYY!!

All this in less than 20 minutes.

We go out to take the regular pictures under the famous Ikoyi registry banner, and get extorted some more by the court-appointed photo/videographer who make us pay an exorbitant sum of money for them.