Before the attendants and the guests is the man in a soft-textured black suit with his fingers forking through his hair. His eyes, soaked in waters dropping in turns.
Kunle and Lolade had planned for a day like this; a day that would seal Kunle's loyalty in their affair, Lolade would think. She was never thoughtful of life in marriage unlike Kunle who never doubted her love was rather concerned with how to build a home.
He met Lolade some time ago at a friend's place. The tremor in his voice whenever he speaks to her would tell of his nature.
Then came the day to knot the loose tie. Eagerly, they awaited the bride when suddenly the bride's mother dashed up the aisle with her cheeks glowing gracefully in tears, bobbing up and down so that one could easily spot her dangling breasts. Her grey hair was left naked as she pulls off her wrinkled head-gear. "Mo gbe o!...Lolade o!," she wailed.
Having learnt what had happened, the church exploded tumultuously. Kunle was there with tears gushing out from his eyes like that of a raging river. It was just steps away from the church that the car conveying the bride had crashed and claimed the bride's life.
Kunle, now drinking his own tears, with his head and eyeballs cocked skywards could recall their encounter with a madman outside the gates of a shopping mall. "Postpone the wedding, to avoid calamity ha-ha-ha", he mumbled, as he breaks into laughter and darted away. Lolade, chasing away the madman, convinced Kunle to not heed the madman's words. "Stupid madman, does he wants me to lose again?," she says inwards, as they drove away. But little did she know, she would pay with her life the debt of ignorance.