I came across this post on Facebook by a lady talking about her experience back in the University days as a gatecrasher at a wedding party. I found the post funny and well composed, so I decided to share it here

By Abigael Oyebola Ojo

I wasn't invited to the first wedding I ever attended as an adult.

Infact, I didn't know the bride or groom from anywhere neither have I ever seen any member of their extended family or ancestors in my life before. I was just passing in front of the venue and did 'Mogbo mo branch' a.k.a wedding crasher.

I wasn't even ashamed at all. I danced to my satisfaction, did plenty awwwwwwn, eheeeeeen and God when facial expression like I rightfully belong there as a guest. I was part of those that ate double portion of food and still got the finest piece of every souvenir that they shared at that wedding from all angles.

The only thing I did not do at the wedding was to pick money that they were spraying people that were dancing. My home training did not allow me to shame my family to the last point of no redemption.

This wedding took place in Trenchard hall at the university of Ibadan. That Saturday, I was strolling back to my off campus residence after I finished many hours of reading for an examination on empty stomach. I was so broke to my teeth with no hope of my next meal.

I was going home dejected and thinking about my life when I saw a red bus carrying plenty coolers of food into Trenchard hall...the aroma of party JOLLOF and Yoruba pepper was the first thing that oozed inside my nose with reckless abandon.

I wanted the happiness in that red bus and decided to go for it. I brought out powder and lipstick from my bag to polish my face so I can at least look presentable to the glory of owambe.

I used weavon brush to finish work on my hair and arranged my books like an inspector working for the school management.

At first, I thought the bouncers were going to stop me so I prepared a story in my head. Luckily, nobody even noticed me till I was comfortably settled on a table close to the groom's family.

I greeted the two elderly men sitted there with one fake smile and mentally prepared myself to attack all the plenty drinks and abundance of small chops that Angel Michael has provided.

I first drank two bottles of cold malt so I can have enough energy to devour the food. After, I ate some samosa and fried meat to prepare my stomach for the main meal. No one even asked me any question as I gulped down the food.

Summarily sha, I ate goatmeat peppersoup followed by pounded yam and one obstruction filled Egusi soup. I washed down the food with Hollandia yoghurt before I got myself and remembered belly for the food and food for the belly saying.

After the reception, when people were almost dispersing to their houses, I waited behind to collect plenty JOLLOF rice and chicken to eat for dinner with my roommates.

As souvenir, I got a blue umbrella, branded jotter plus pen, hand fan, bucket, big tray and rechargeable lantern.

I know the law of karma so I have prepared my mind to feed all the gate crashers that God will direct to my wedding. In this life, I believe whatever you sow you must reap in double portion...so no shaking.

May God bless the husband and wife that wedded on one Saturday in 2014 for rescuing my stomach from hunger and making me graduate with an excellent result.

Na wedding I crash, I no marry somebody's husband.


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Very funny and well composed

She got a full package at the wedding as a total stranger

nabbybjo:
Thank you for sharing my post

You're welcome! You've even been on this forum since 2011, but not really active. I just noticed that through ur profile.

Back then in UI, I was tall and I had a chunky friend I used to call Big Dog. Big dog was a dark skinned Yoruba guy who had body and had Yoruba swag.

Now if you went to UI, you will know Sultan Bello Hall and it's dome called "Bello Dome." Lots of people used to do wedding receptions in Bello Dome and it was often a thing of repute to be a student in Bello Hall and be able to sneak into one of those wedding receptions.

One Saturday, they were holding one of those receptions and from the arrangement and decorations happening in the morning that day, it was like that reception was going to rock. And that period, kobo not dey anybody pocket and all boys were hungry. That's how I contacted Big Dog all the way in Zik Hall and told him to show, because we must enter that party. We used our last kobo to go and barb hair and ironed our whitest agbada and decided to enter.

Normally those parties require IV card to enter inside because they knew that students may want to fall inside and enjoy free food. But me and Big Dog looked like dignitaries. Infact, Big Dog resembled an Otunba and I resembled his boy. That's how both of us entered and got to the place where they are checking IV. Big Dog just talked one jagajaga alaye Yoruba talk and next thing they opened way for us because they thought he was a big man . They led us to one nice table that was already decorated with small chops.

Chai, see enjoyment. Small time they will bring juice, after a few minutes, they will bring wine, then malt, then bottle water, then peppersoup, etc. Small time they will check on us to know if we are having a good time. Me I dey form yankee ajebutter and Big Dog dey form Chief Otunba Big Dog. Omo! We chop every every. They kept bringing different types of food to our table and asking us if we are ok. Hahahahahahaha. That's how broke boys chop life that day.

Big Dog, if you're reading this, I miss you bro.

On my wedding day I Will prepare extra extra for gatecrashers. Make them come, eat and collect plenty gifts...

But wait...

I don forget say na ala igbo I base now... We no get gatecrashers here...

I gate crashed convocation ceremonies during my undergraduate days and for this, most of us students and a few adults climb on one of the small gates at Amphitheatre to get into the venue. Mine was because I wanted to have a feel of what it was to graduate.

As for parties, I don't gatecrash such as I hate insults.

I have never gatecrashed any party, wedding or gathering before and I don't think I will. I'm too shy and reserved to do something like that. Lol!

Trenchard Hall UI was where the happenings happen those days. We had some friends in melamby and Kuti Halls of residence just beside Trenchard but they were the spies as they were more of ajebutter. Whenever exam was approaching, food generally would have been very micro so Saturday mornings, our Kuti and melamby guys would spy Trenchard for the happenings of the day. As soon as the big men drove in, they would call us from our hall of residence ZIK hall perceived to be the rugged guys residence and we would dress like the real big guys and tell them the format to use. Our friends from melamby would enter from the right and we from the left at the same time just to confuse the bouncers.
Most times we ate and took extras for our roomies at zik until one day when one of the celebrants didn't use bouncers but ABEFELE the ui security outfit. The security guys could recognise us by our hostels. He gave us a special section to sit not knowing that he had called for one of their vehicles to come and pack us. Trust zikites, we outsmarted them and took to our heels. If you were a zikite reading this I say one love, you guys made that UI a fun place to remember.

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Which one come be gate crashing again Na wa o, let me check the dictionary on my Camon device and see it it will be of help.

MAKE I CHOP FIRST.

She's a good storyteller.

Mo gbo, mo ya.

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My guy told me his story in uniport as a student every Sunday he moves with his crew to different churches in school. When it's time for new members they would stand up because they normally give food to new members.

Is that gate-crashing

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Reminds me of those days I worked as an hostess in highly sophisticated parties... I ate and ate and ate and ate and we were also gifted nice packages. Parties can be fun, but only when I am there to make money.


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E many I no fit remember. In Yoruba land we call it *Mogbo Moya*

Lol!

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While in the hostel during bording house days Saturday for school hall or field we go don ready Mofphty. Good old days

There is Nothing wrong with Gatecrashing. It is Fun, It is spontaneous, it is exciting, it can be Lovely, It is Nice, It is Fun
When I become a Millionaire and I have more time and Confidence, I will gate crash a Lot more, and do a lot of beautiful interesting things.
If a poor, depressed, Mentally Challenged or Unstable Man comes to beg you for food at your Party, Pls Give Him. Many Nigerian Parties Waste Food and Drinks a lot anyways, So Share To all!

Yoruba wedding ehn.......... More reason am anticipating Sitting room sword crossing. Why spend such large expense on a day ceremony