Caboose

A few weeks ago Aliyu, who used to clean my office and who seems to have been redeployed to gardening, appeared in my office and handed me an invitation to his wedding.

On Saturday I put on one of my Nigerian outfits, including an appropriately Northern hat, and crossed the road to Barikalau, where the wedding was taking place. Barikalau is a dusty and spread out village directly across the expressway from NTI, many of our staff live there.

I took an okada because I didn’t know the street. Of course it turned out that the rider didn’t either and he spoke no English at all. We eventually found a large crowd of men, sitting in the shade on mats up against a wall.

I joined some of the other NTI staff and eventually Aliyu himself (in the pink outfit, see how the wrapping paper on my present matches) came and sat with us:

After a while some people handed out bags of pure water and then a little later kola nuts, sweets and dates. Some prayers were said and that was it.

It seems that somewhere indoors the representatives of the two families were making the formal agreement over the marriage and bride price, the groom isn’t involved. One of my colleagues explained that the women had been having separate ceremonies for a few days by this time, which sound much more fun.

Aliyu even got one of his brothers to give me a lift back to NTI, a little over half an hour after I’d left.