I was lying on the long chair in the living room, happily pressing my phone because today we shared my wedding aso-ebi in our class group. As soon as I sent it, praises and playful teasing started pouring in. They kept saying, “Aure of Mubash’s bride,” claiming the fabric was expensive. Truly, the dinner fabric alone would cost almost ₦12,000, not counting the sewing fee. I smiled and told them to take it easy because I didn’t even have anyone to sew for yet. Immediately, they insisted they would make sure Mubash’s bride enjoyed herself. I felt really happy whenever they called me by that name.
Just then, I heard my mother calling me. I quickly replied, turned off my data, and dropped my phone gently—the iPhone 8+ Mubash bought for me. I stood up calmly and walked into my mother’s room, where I met her and her co-wife sitting together without any tension. I smiled because I loved seeing them together. I sat down and said, “Mama, we’re watching.”
She looked at me, then at her companion, and said jokingly, “Marmin Yara, please look at this girl—she’s not even doing that slimming brides usually do. Instead of adding weight!”
Marmin Yara smiled, looked at me teasingly, pinched my eyes and cheeks, and said, “Auta, look at your mother. She wants you to be skinny like a skeleton. But Mubash’s style has really favored you. It’s better you add weight. I’m even going to prepare your kazan today since you didn’t drink it yesterday.”
I smiled and replied, “Alright.”
Then my mother said, “Aymanah, Mubash’s mother called earlier. She said they’re coming tomorrow with the boxes. Tell your friends to come and see, and also to welcome the in-laws, okay?”
Feeling shy, I replied, “Alright, Mama.”
I followed Marmin Yara into her room. She took the jug from the fridge, poured the herbal drink into a cup, and said, “Drink it well. The kazan meat is waiting for you there. Come and finish it in front of me so I can watch you.”
I pouted because I truly hated that kazan meat—the ingredients alone made me nauseous. I usually ate it only because Marmin Yara forced me to finish it. Sadly, that was the only way they would leave me alone 😞.
I complained, “Marmy, please, until when will I keep eating this meat? It has no taste at all.”
She widened her eyes and said, “Are you hearing yourself? This is something you must eat, even after marriage. And you’re asking when you’ll stop? The very thing you’re eating and claiming you don’t like is what they say makes a husband ‘jump.’ So hurry up and eat it in front of me before I force you.”
I acted spoiled and replied, “Marmy, you said ‘make the husband jump’! Well, Mubash won’t jump on me, so I won’t eat it since you’ve told me what it does.”
Marmy started praying dramatically and exclaimed, “I’m finished! Aymanah, are you sure we didn’t raise you in the city? Even a village girl wouldn’t say this, not to mention a city girl, educated and religious, saying she doesn’t want her husband to ‘jump’ on her. So what do you want him to do—dance or disco? Or do you want to cry when he marries three co-wives?”
My mother added the last part while sitting beside Marmy, who was already laughing hard. I blinked rapidly when I heard “co-wife,” because I, Aymanah, am not good at handling jealousy—I hate the idea of a co-wife!
“Mama, did you say co-wife?!”
“Yes, if you don’t eat this kazan you’ve been consistent with, your husband’s desire will always be weak like a brand-new thread in a nylon bag.”
I didn’t understand her expression at all, so I asked innocently, “So Mama, if I eat it, Mubash won’t marry another wife?”
“Exactly, Aymanah. You won’t see a co-wife—only neighbors,” Marmy replied.
I burst into laughter, quickly stood up, grabbed the meat, opened it, and started eating happily, even licking the bowl. Marmy and my mother laughed at me.
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Playful Banter and Family Chaos
Marwa suddenly walked in and interrupted the laughter, looked at me, and said, “Some things should wait till Mubash’s wedding day.”
I bent my head over the bowl, looked at her, twisted my lips, and said, “Mind your business. If you’re jealous, go and remove your own groom for us.” 🤨
She smiled and replied, “No way. We’re not pros like you. We’ll enter university first, stay longer, then find husbands. You, even in level one among thousands of law students, you’re already making first-class and putting men to shame. You’re good to go for marriage—if you don’t marry for love, they’ll force one on you. As for us with second-class lower in literature, what do we say? We can’t even compete with Mubash’s secret bride!” 😂
She said all this laughing and removed her hijab, dropping it in the wardrobe. Marmy and my mother laughed too—they were already used to our drama. I twisted my lips again and said, “Marmy, please tell her I don’t like teasing.” 😫
Marmy replied, “Marwa, get out of my sight before I close my eyes.”
My mother pulled Marwa’s hand, sat her down, and said, “Marmin Yara, please don’t chase them away or we’ll report to Yaah Babba.”
We all laughed, and my mother asked, “Marwaty, why can’t I hear the children?”
She replied, “Aww Mama, Yaah Marwan took them out. He didn’t even let them change uniforms—he put them in the car to go for ice cream!”
My mother exclaimed, “Ah! Marwan and his spoiling of children!”
Marmy added, “But from what I see, Marwan really loves children.”
I looked at Marwa and said, “So why didn’t you follow them and bring our share, Miss Black Belt?”
Marwa rushed toward me, I stood up and ran, she chased me back, while Marmy shouted, “Auta, do you want everything we prepared to scatter? Stop running and leave Marwa alone!”
My mother stood up and said, “If we follow these kids, we’ll sleep here. Let me go and check what the cooks are preparing.” Marmy agreed laughing, and they both walked into the large, luxurious kitchen where about five workers were busy preparing lunch, while they inspected the food.
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Excitement, Teasing, and Motherly Advice
I was lying on the long chair in the living room, happily pressing my phone because today we shared my wedding aso-ebi in our class group. As soon as I sent it, praises and playful teasing started pouring in. They kept saying, “Aure of Mubash’s bride,” claiming the fabric was expensive. Truly, the dinner fabric alone would cost almost ₦12,000, not counting the sewing fee. I smiled and told them to take it easy because I didn’t even have anyone to sew for yet. Immediately, they insisted they would make sure Mubash’s bride enjoyed herself. I felt really happy whenever they called me by that name.
Just then, I heard my mother calling me. I quickly replied, turned off my data, and dropped my phone gently—the iPhone 8+ Mubash bought for me. I stood up calmly and walked into my mother’s room, where I met her and her co-wife sitting together without any tension. I smiled because I loved seeing them together. I sat down and said, “Mama, we’re watching.”
She looked at me, then at her companion, and said jokingly, “Marmin Yara, please look at this girl—she’s not even doing that slimming brides usually do. Instead of adding weight!”
Marmin Yara smiled, looked at me teasingly, pinched my eyes and cheeks, and said, “Auta, look at your mother. She wants you to be skinny like a skeleton. But Mubash’s style has really favored you. It’s better you add weight. I’m even going to prepare your kazan today since you didn’t drink it yesterday.”
I smiled and replied, “Alright.”
Then my mother said, “Aymanah, Mubash’s mother called earlier. She said they’re coming tomorrow with the boxes. Tell your friends to come and see, and also to welcome the in-laws, okay?”
Feeling shy, I replied, “Alright, Mama.”
I followed Marmin Yara into her room. She took the jug from the fridge, poured the herbal drink into a cup, and said, “Drink it well. The kazan meat is waiting for you there. Come and finish it in front of me so I can watch you.”
I pouted because I truly hated that kazan meat—the ingredients alone made me nauseous. I usually ate it only because Marmin Yara forced me to finish it. Sadly, that was the only way they would leave me alone 😞.
I complained, “Marmy, please, until when will I keep eating this meat? It has no taste at all.”
She widened her eyes and said, “Are you hearing yourself? This is something you must eat, even after marriage. And you’re asking when you’ll stop? The very thing you’re eating and claiming you don’t like is what they say makes a husband ‘jump.’ So hurry up and eat it in front of me before I force you.”
I acted spoiled and replied, “Marmy, you said ‘make the husband jump’! Well, Mubash won’t jump on me, so I won’t eat it since you’ve told me what it does.”
Marmy started praying dramatically and exclaimed, “I’m finished! Aymanah, are you sure we didn’t raise you in the city? Even a village girl wouldn’t say this, not to mention a city girl, educated and religious, saying she doesn’t want her husband to ‘jump’ on her. So what do you want him to do—dance or disco? Or do you want to cry when he marries three co-wives?”
My mother added the last part while sitting beside Marmy, who was already laughing hard. I blinked rapidly when I heard “co-wife,” because I, Aymanah, am not good at handling jealousy—I hate the idea of a co-wife!
“Mama, did you say co-wife?!”
“Yes, if you don’t eat this kazan you’ve been consistent with, your husband’s desire will always be weak like a brand-new thread in a nylon bag.”
I didn’t understand her expression at all, so I asked innocently, “So Mama, if I eat it, Mubash won’t marry another wife?”
“Exactly, Aymanah. You won’t see a co-wife—only neighbors,” Marmy replied.
I burst into laughter, quickly stood up, grabbed the meat, opened it, and started eating happily, even licking the bowl. Marmy and my mother laughed at me.
That’s it… please share.
Ayshkhair 💗
Playful Banter and Family Chaos
Marwa suddenly walked in and interrupted the laughter, looked at me, and said, “Some things should wait till Mubash’s wedding day.”
I bent my head over the bowl, looked at her, twisted my lips, and said, “Mind your business. If you’re jealous, go and remove your own groom for us.” 🤨
She smiled and replied, “No way. We’re not pros like you. We’ll enter university first, stay longer, then find husbands. You, even in level one among thousands of law students, you’re already making first-class and putting men to shame. You’re good to go for marriage—if you don’t marry for love, they’ll force one on you. As for us with second-class lower in literature, what do we say? We can’t even compete with Mubash’s secret bride!” 😂
She said all this laughing and removed her hijab, dropping it in the wardrobe. Marmy and my mother laughed too—they were already used to our drama. I twisted my lips again and said, “Marmy, please tell her I don’t like teasing.” 😫
Marmy replied, “Marwa, get out of my sight before I close my eyes.”
My mother pulled Marwa’s hand, sat her down, and said, “Marmin Yara, please don’t chase them away or we’ll report to Yaah Babba.”
We all laughed, and my mother asked, “Marwaty, why can’t I hear the children?”
She replied, “Aww Mama, Yaah Marwan took them out. He didn’t even let them change uniforms—he put them in the car to go for ice cream!”
My mother exclaimed, “Ah! Marwan and his spoiling of children!”
Marmy added, “But from what I see, Marwan really loves children.”
I looked at Marwa and said, “So why didn’t you follow them and bring our share, Miss Black Belt?”
Marwa rushed toward me, I stood up and ran, she chased me back, while Marmy shouted, “Auta, do you want everything we prepared to scatter? Stop running and leave Marwa alone!”
My mother stood up and said, “If we follow these kids, we’ll sleep here. Let me go and check what the cooks are preparing.” Marmy agreed laughing, and they both walked into the large, luxurious kitchen where about five workers were busy preparing lunch, while they inspected the food.