Wedding Table Decs

Very soon, December 12, 2010, I left my hometown Ibusa. Venue was Obollo-afor in Enugu State. It is time to complete the second phase of my life, the first being the "birth", with the third and final stage is the "death". The second step, I think generally the happiest moment as it occurs at a very conscious human. The above date was the day of my marriage, however, I decided to take off the same day by road for reasons of course for me.

I was so happy and exciting activity the presence of my friends and family members in my "moving train to Obollo. We quickly put out, passing many Igbo communities and villages, with my guests wondered why we had to travel so far to take a wife is commonly found in and around the region Anioma. It made no sense to me, and as one of my aunts has pointed out, the way home to his wife's family is never far remote in the eyes. wrong path and frequent police checkpoints we encountered slowed our movement if we arrived at 15.15 exactly, even if we left around 9:21 Ibusa.

My audience, the purpose of this article is to gave an overview of this case we can expect to marry someone of a part Obollo of Enugu State. As I later understood the plan in place, the ceremony Igbankwu was not strictly my business, as members of my family especially as the representative of the indefatigable Diokpa my family was often called time to time to observe certain rituals. My extended family and relatives also played a major role involving ceremony igbankwu-nwanyi.

When we arrived, we discovered that the tape was tied between us and the room, and as we learned later, after we were supposed to come enjoy our in-laws with some money, so we easily beat the we were taught by our great and magnanimous in-laws. Next on the agenda, after we had won the entry was "welcome message by the parents of the bride. The parents of my wife now danced on the public and "Ala" and the sound of "O NU Nno" filled the air as they looked forward to my family members and greeted everyone. Other family members soon joined in this dance out.

My family has responded, not knowing what to do, but only with radiant smiles. It was now the turn of my wife, who has done the same. We went from this point of the tradition on the agenda at the other important ritual. At that time, palm wine and other beverages had filled our table, not to mention the cola had also begun to play an important role already, after the opening prayer. There was a conflict of culture. Our in-laws of magnanimity also wanted to break the kola for our people, but they were quickly reminded that the tradition forbids Ibusa visitors to break kola Ibusa especially for the people in a faraway distance when cola is / are designed for them (Ibusa).

The rite was the most interesting sale "of boiled eggs." My wife was expensively dressed entered ovation in the middle of the guest invited carrying eggs that were destined to be sold. The auction began eggs with me as she fed one causing my whole body trembled with emotion. I ate boiled eggs, but none had such good taste as this particular day my nwanyi igbankwu . As I bit half of the egg of her hand, I reminded myself that I needed to deposit a certain amount of money with it. I quickly did and she moved with her smiles and sales draw the public's money. It is very unfortunate that the idea behind the sale of hard-boiled eggs in the traditional marriage in this part of Nigeria has not been explained to me.

My public must be recalled that Ika-Akilika which is the dowry had already.