It was the merging of two people, two families. It was a celebration, but behind the opulent decorations were stoic faces and hearts reluctant to let go. As the rhythm of the drum pulsed through the ceremony, the chanting and dancing explained the unspoken. It was a tug of war, a pushing and pulling between the two families. One’s loss, one’s gain, a union but also a separation.
The ceremony was long but guests enjoyed the customary irreverence, chatting, walking in and out, watching or not. At one stage, the Father of the Bride was missing.
After the main meal there was dessert, a sneaky backyard whiskey and an expectation to dance.