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Chapter Twenty Four.

I couldn't help but wish my whole family was here. My mother. My sister and even the man I call my father. I wish we were a happy normal family but instead we're a mess.

"Aha. Come my beautiful bride. It's time." Anita says, dressed the part in a elegant knee high yellow dress and matching shoes.
I breath out as she gives me what I chose out to be my bouquet. A small grass broom with lots of beadwork around the handle of it.
"Is he done?"
"Yep, and he's waiting for you. Everyone is." She says and then presses her fingers on her ear. "Our bride is ready...yes...okay...let's go."

Buhle takes a side of my tail and hands it to a pregnant Nyiso. She goes to the other side. Siba is at the back while Mrs N rushes off to the chapel. These three are forcing an off key song as we went ahead, along the passage. They giggle at how they sounded.

"We should never sing." Nyiso says.
"Njoba ngithi siyokhipha neAlbum nje (I even thought we were going to be releasing an album)." Buhle giggled.
"And call it what? AboNtombo volume one?" I ask.
"That's the one!" Siba.

We laugh, wondering how ridiculous we looked as we were walking past these formal greases. The few hand fulls of men and women whispering to each other.

The journey to the chapel is a long one. Apparently its set out like this to give you enough time to turn back if need be. It also gives you enough time to make sure you're making the right decision .

The amount of guards inside here were unbelievable.
I could also hear noise from outside.
Oh my goodness!

The violins played a sweet melody as I approached the first bunch of invited guests. They rise the moment I stand by the entrance turning slightly to look my way. The few I looked at throw me a smile. I see some familiar faces. These are the people with big names in the kingdom and over the boarders. I see a few artists as well.

The violins quiet down as I come to a halt at the  aisle. And then a guitar...

"Uyalibona lothando...ulwe diamond elimyama. Abanamehlo bayakholwa, phela babona silkhanda. Aww bheke manje albhaji ndawo...lisithatha lisbeke ngiyakhumbula kodwa lakhe lama ndawonye. Cishe kwaphel'isneke..."

Tell me this is a joke! Tell me that is not Blaq Diamond. I quickly close my open mouth and continue ahead.

"...ohh ngaze ngathi ohh sthandwa sam, uzungisize ungahambi, ohh Sthandwa sam uzungisize ungahambi. Ohh bambo lwam' ..."

I spot Bangi's aunts and uncles. And those daughters. Their men too. Zinhle waves excitedly. Khethiwe is just pokerfaced...Alakhe is well...Alakhe. I don't know what he's thinking at this point but I brush it off since it wasn't any of my concern.

"...ngob'ikhanda liyazula liyazula liyazula weeSthandwa sam.." Sphelele sang further. setting the mood for the whole chapel.

And then my eyes land on the man who kept blinking profusely. He frees his lips still looking at me with the biggest grin ever hands together in front of his lap. Thulani, his friend next to him firmly taps on his shoulder squeezing slightly and leans in to whisper something into his ear which make my man nod.

"...Emakhaya...aw ngithi wee Sthandwa sam! Ubongibheka mangbuya mina..." Ndumiso sang. His fulfilling voice bringing even more emotion out of me.

When I stand next to him at the altar, we join hands. My ladies fix my dress before going to sit down at their assigned seats. "You look so beautiful." He whispers. I feel my cheeks heating up as I looked down. He squeezes my sweaty hands. Gosh.