It should be known that Onyi Ukorah had a secret.
It wasn’t a very big secret, nothing that would bring down National Assembly or dethrone the president . . . nothing that would destroy my family or anyone else’s . . . but it was a rather hilarious secret personally—one I tried very hard to forget whenever I could…
I have attended a fantasy traditional marriage just so I could go on a weekend get away with friends.

I wouldn’t say I’ve had an eventful life but to an extent my life has indeed been colorful.
I never knew there was a world outside my daily routine of living a sheltered life where all I knew was my family, school, church in that order, until an invitation to a weekend get away.

You see I grew up in a small town, nothing fantastic or touristy about the place, I never had an opportunity to explore other towns or visit cool places. So on a faithful Wednesday in school, my friends and I planned a weekend trip to the oil state, Port Harcourt. You should have seen my excitement, it was palpable, I couldn’t sleep properly that night I mauled over what excuse I could come up with in-order to make the trip. I tossed and turned all night and still came up with nothing, I decided to let my friends know the next day that this wasn’t going to work out for me, remember my family I mentioned earlier, well, my papa and mama won’t like the idea that a bunch of 20 year olds will be let loose in a big city like PH their daughter inclusive even though our plan involved one of my friends auntie chaperoning.

When we met up the following day after school, I broke the news, followed with cogent reasons of why I couldn’t go. One of my friends, just wouldn’t take no for an answer, she suggested that I use her as an excuse- how can you possibly help my situation? I asked in a calm voice not belying my confusion at the suggestion and how exasperated I felt about not going on the trip.

She looked at me with a glint in her eyes because she wears glasses and proposed I tell them that a friend of mine was getting married traditionally, she also went further to suggest that we all contribute money for the fabric so I could make the attire for the supposed traditional marriage. I felt a nervous chill run through my whole body, I didn’t know if it was from excitement or fear of doing something “bad” for the first time. I got home that day and broke the news of my friend’s traditional marriage to my parents and they took it rather well, I told them the “Aseobi” were for free so they wouldn’t make a fuss about spending money.

Up until recently, my mom always asked about my friend and her “hubby” I just had to put an end to that charade by telling her the truth, at least now I’m an adult I can get away with revealing the truth, I’m not going to be punished for a lie told many years ago, or so I thought, it should be noted that my mama didn’t take that bit of revelation very well.
The shenanigans we got up to as kids/teenagers/adults makes me wonder how tasking being a parent really is, I would love a Pinocchio nose on all my kids, so once you tell a lie, it grows longer. One can only hope.

Have you ever told a white lie in order to have fun? If yes do share your experience in the comment box below, will really love to read them.

Thanks for reading!

About Onyi Ukorah

I'm a communications strategist that dabble in writing, I have a healthy appetite for life and all things beautiful. I hope you enjoy my articles as much as I do writing them.

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