In Summary
  • To his consternation, he didn’t recognise the couple making their way to the “VIP” tent. That is when it occurred to him that he was at the wrong wedding.
  • He quickly called one of his colleagues and explained his predicament. Turns out there were two weddings at the venue, the one he should have been at was further ahead.
  • He got up and made his way there, feeling like a gate crasher, imagining several pairs of condemning eyes following him to the next group of tents, believing that he is one of those people that go to weddings of people they don’t know just to eat.

Have you ever attended the wrong wedding? Well, I know someone that did.

A colleague of his was getting married and theirs being a small department, they had all been invited to the wedding.

The church ceremony was to be held in a church in Westlands, while the reception was at the KALRO grounds, formerly KARI, along Waiyaki Way. 

Since he lives those sides of Kikuyu town, he decided to skip the church service and attend the reception instead.

When he arrived, he found guests that had arrived earlier lining up for food. He had not taken breakfast and so he happily made a beeline for food.

The fare was basic and the décor somewhat outdated and cheap-looking, which surprised him because the colleague getting married was generally flashy, trendy, and came across as sophisticated.

Anyway, he loaded his plate with available food: rice, uninspiring njahi (black beans) and meat stew and walked to the seating area.

He and his colleagues had agreed that whoever arrived first would book a table for the rest. He looked around but didn’t see anyone he knew, so he sat at the only empty table furthest from all the action and proceeded to tack into his meal, wondering why his colleagues hadn’t arrived yet.

He was scooping up the last mouthful when the ululations began, signalling the arrival of the newly married couple.

To his consternation, he didn’t recognise the couple making their way to the “VIP” tent. That is when it occurred to him that he was at the wrong wedding.

He quickly called one of his colleagues and explained his predicament. Turns out there were two weddings at the venue, the one he should have been at was further ahead.

He got up and made his way there, feeling like a gate crasher, imagining several pairs of condemning eyes following him to the next group of tents, believing that he is one of those people that go to weddings of people they don’t know just to eat.

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