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It was a modest family home. You could not call its occupants wealthy, nor could you describe them as poor. The moment I entered and saw people moving busily around the compound, it was obvious that a wedding celebration was taking place.
There were many people, each occupied with a particular task. I entered the room from which I could hear the excited chatter and laughter of young women.
Sitting in front of a mirror was a young woman with a fairly light complexion. She was applying an excessive amount of makeup, covering her face from her lips to her ears.
I thought to myself, So this is how modern brides behave. They feel neither shyness nor embarrassment, even on their wedding day—just like Miemie, the modern bride in Salimat Sani’s novel, Yaƙayatu. Honestly, you only need to pay ₦200 to get your own copy.
Her phone began to ring.
“Amira, pass me my phone. It might be Sahir calling me. You people have spent so long without finishing this makeup, I swear.”
Amira handed her the phone, accompanying the gesture with a slight glare.
She answered the call.
“Hello, baby. Have you finished your preparations?”
“Yes, baby. We are already outside your house. Just come out so we can leave.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
She ended the call and began searching for a net scarf to wear.
“You’ve heard him—he’s here. We’re going for the free wedding photo session. Wait here for me. When I return, we’ll go and have my hair styled.”
Amira raised her head and looked her over carefully.
Suraiyya was wearing a netted lace fabric commonly worn by brides. The outfit, sewn as a fitted blouse and skirt, clung tightly to her body. She had tied part of her hair with a ribbon, leaving half of it exposed.
Suraiyya was naturally beautiful, and the makeup had made her even more striking.
“Suraiyya, for God’s sake, are you really going out dressed like this to follow him?”
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