Somali Weddings : a delightful circus!

[NGONGE]

Someone on another thread wanted to know about this subject. Didn't want to hijack her thread. Here goes:

 

 

 

 

Picture a large hall; it could be based in a grand old hotel or a local community centre. There is red carpet all over the floors, the tables are nicely clothed and have small vases with plastic flowers in all of them. There are helium balloons hanging in every corner of the hall (they have the names of the bride and groom written on them). On a prominent corner of this hall, there are large speakers and massive lengths of cable. A solitary keyboard is lying on the floor! On the far centre of the hall, there are two stylish chairs (the type usually found in the sitting rooms of posh old style villas in 40’s Hollywood movies).

 

A group of young girls with rolled up hair; manicured hands, half done makeup and casual clothes are running all over the hall. They stop to talk to each other while trying to hold two other conversations on the two mobile phones they’re carrying. There is panic in their eyes! The wedding cake has not arrived, the food is late and the bride has phoned them for the umpteenth time to check if everything is under control!

 

The bride’s brother and a couple of his friends arrive carrying huge pots full of food from the morning’s lunch! They claim that the older ladies back home had thought it a good idea to make use of this food. The girls panic! This was supposed to be a classy wedding; the rice and meat will only lower the tone!

 

The brother and his friend’s attempt to fish in murky waters by flirting with these panicky girls! He receives a phone call. His mother wants him to visit a distant relative on the other side of town to fetch a golden belt; the belt would look really nice on her daughter’s white dress, she thinks. The brother claims not to know the address and persuades his mother to ask one of the girls (the one he likes) to accompany him on this task. The delighted girl fakes shyness and moans about all the preparations she still has to do, but, reluctantly agrees to join the brother on this pointless trip.

 

The groom arrives with a couple of his friends, his stressed wife to be, had phoned him crying and told him that all her wedding plans were falling apart. He came to assess the damage and see what he could salvage. He speaks to the girls, finds out what the problems are then phones his own mother for advice! The girls faint, his friends heroically try to comfort them.

 

The bride’s mother arrives on the scene. One of the girls had phoned her and told her about the little conversation the groom had had with his mother! This old lady is not going to be upstaged; it’s traditionally known that the bride’s family are in charge of such events, what does that old woman think she’s playing at by sticking her oar in where it’s not wanted?

 

The groom receives a call from his elder and very religious brother. He’s ordered to present himself at this brother’s house immediately! The groaning groom wonders if it’s going to be another lecture about the sinfulness and waywardness of mixed weddings! The poor unsuspecting man is unaware of what’s about to hit him. His brother, in addition to the usual lecture about mixed weddings, is planning to lecture him on the birds and the bees tonight. Our happy groom is going to be instructed to, erm, deflower his wife as soon as possible; it’s Sunna!

 

 

Meanwhile, the bride is at home being fussed over by a crowd of women. Her best friends are not there to comfort her; they’re all in the hall trying to recreate her vision of a great wedding (one that they spoke about all their lives). She’s got her hair done already; she’s got her henna on. An old lady that’s been staring at her for the past five minutes walks over and declares, in a loud voice, that the bride is looking pale (or rather dark). Everyone panics! Some suggest she puts on the usual skin whitening chemicals (apply it one more time, they say. It’s your wedding day, dear). Others suggest she uses the traditional Somali skin products (which she already used, but one more time will not hurt). She refuses and tells them that this will ruin her hair and she herself will have to reapply her makeup (she knows she can’t do as good a job as the woman in the saloon did earlier). Faced with such rejection, the old lady decides to utilise an old traditional trick, she starts pinching the bride’s cheeks to make them look redder and livelier! The makeup is ruined!

 

Back in the wedding hall, the guests are starting to arrive. Young girls with dollops of what looks like Vaseline in their hair, teasingly saunter in; young boys with varying styles of dress, raucously stroll in; old ladies with obscenely colourful dresses, casually amble in!

 

A group of men, dressed in identical and ill-fitting suits arrive carrying more cables, a guitar and a tiny speaker. They place themselves in the corner and start testing the musical equipment. This wedding is in full swing. Among the chatter of the people, the laughs of the girls and the posturing of the boys, a man is heard shouting into the microphone the words “testing, testing, 123â€.

 

A sudden panic sets in amongst our original group of girls. They’re now fully dressed and looking a million dollars. They’ve just been informed that the groom’s family has arrived! One rushes over to welcome them and guide them to their table, they ignore her and sit on another table instead. The groom’s two sisters disdainfully look around and make biting comments about the hall, the tables, the position of the band and everything to do with the setup of this wedding. The groom’s mother shares their sentiment but regally refuses to sully her royal tongue with such base utterances!

 

The band starts playing, a balding man with a tight suit and retro glasses glides into the dance floor. A couple of girls join him (out of pity perhaps) and start to lazily dance. The band ups the tempo and plays a popular song, whereby all the girls race to the dance floor to join the lazy dance, the shiny bald head of the man can be seen from the distance bobbing away amongst all these fair maidens. A pang of envy goes through all the boys!

 

The groom, having pacified his brother and promised to consummate his marriage forthwith, and the bride, having reapplied her makeup, fixed her hair and disentangled herself from the clutches of all those women, arrive, sweaty and holding hands.

 

A line forms at the entrance of the hall to usher the couple in. Envious girls look at the bride’s beauty in awe and absolute wonder; desperate boys hopelessly try to attract her following bridesmaids attention with much winking and rising of eyebrows! The band plays the customary song and the crowd start clapping and singing. The happy couple slowly walk through the parallel lines of cheering guests. A baby in a tuxedo runs across their path, falls and starts crying! A quick-footed girl with a long neck darts in, picks him up and disappears into the crowd.

 

The bride and groom reach their seats; they’re attacked by our group of girls who start fixing the creases on the man’s suit, the twists on the woman’s dress and the angles of the chairs. A middle-aged man’s voice is heard above all the hubbub. He loudly declares this wedding party, a party that has been running for the past three hours, underway! He invites one of the members of the band to bless this wedding by reading a few verses from the holy book. The band member reads the shortest verse he could think of. A few guests on one side of the hall start clapping, while from the other side of the hall the sound “shush†is loudly heard!

 

The band start singing a dull song, this is the signal for the bride and groom to begin dancing. They both look uncomfortable and depressed as they tentatively hold hands and start slowly swinging them around while not moving their feet! Each bridesmaid quickly grabs an uncle, cousin, brother or a distant relative and ushers them in into the dance floor. They start whispering encouraging words into the bride and groom’s ears. The bald man glides back into the dance floor with a suitable female partner this time. He grabs hold of the bride and starts energetically dancing with her. Both sets of families wonder who the hell is this man!

 

An hour later, and while the band is playing a really popular song, someone orders them to stop because the heavyweights are ready to strut their stuff. Everybody groans at the sudden interruption of that great song. A group of old ladies march to the band and one grabs the microphone. Without any instructions, signals or orders the crowd form a circle. The core of that circle is all made of old women and a few daring young girls. It’s ringed by another circle of many young women and a few old ones. That is also surrounded by yet another circle of young women, a couple of old ones and many many leering men. The woman on the microphone loudly (almost savagely) calls out someone’s name. The bride cringes but manages to keep a straight face. Suddenly, a drum is heard! Boom, boom, boom – boom!

 

The old ladies in the inner circle start bouncing around, sometimes with both feet off the ground! They display an amazing and superhuman level of energy! These ladies, after all, are all registered disabled! They’re the proof, if proof is needed, that joy is a great healer. The baby in the tuxedo is seen jumping amongst the old ladies.

 

The fun ends and the band starts playing another dull song for the benefit of the bride and groom. Both reluctantly amble back into the dance floor and nonchalantly pretend to dance. The bald man is dancing with a different partner this time. They’re oblivious to the shocked stares as they hold each other closely and slow dance next to the happy couple.

 

The bride and groom are ushered back into their seats and the band starts playing a fast paced song. All the women stampede into the dance floor, many tying scarves round their waists and shaking their backsides faster than a food blender! The men try but fail to avert their gaze. The baby in the tuxedo stares at all the shaking backsides and heaving bosoms in utter fascination and absolute amazement.

 

A non-Somali man enters the hall, he sticks out like a sore thumb and one of the bridesmaids is seen in deep conversation with him. He’s the hall manager and he’s there to tell anyone that’ll listen that the party should be over in the next five minutes! An hour later, the band start playing the final song and the bride and groom quickly cut the cake on their way out. As soon as they leave, the streets outside are fully of chattering Somalis and a traffic jam materialises out of thin air. Everyone agrees that it was a good wedding then go on to list all its faults. The boys start circling the crowd and searching for sweet looking single girls in need of a lift home, they get caught by irate old ladies and end up driving them home instead.

 

Groups of nicely dressed young men and women arrive, late, but coolly slip into the crowds and pretend they’ve been there all along. Two hours later, the streets are empty and the bride’s brother is seen loading empty pots, balloons and various other materials into the boot of his car, the pretty girl is sitting in the passenger seat (could there be another wedding on the horizon?).

[STOIC]

Atleast they don't have to deal with three wedding showers, four pre-wedding cocktail parties, the rehearsal dinner, the gala reception and the post wedding syndrome!Keeping in it simple! I am laughing my way through this , that was hillarious Ngonge!.

[N.O.R.F]

This was supposed to be a classy wedding; the rice and meat will only lower the tone!

Funny thing is, even with a choice of food many ppl still opt for the good old bariis iyo hilib

 

A group of men, dressed in identical and ill-fitting suits arrive carrying more cables, a guitar and a tiny speaker. They place themselves in the corner and start testing the musical equipment. This wedding is in full swing. Among the chatter of the people, the laughs of the girls and the posturing of the boys, a man is heard shouting into the microphone the words “testing, testing, 123â€.

dont you mean kow, laba, kow, laba

 

They’ve just been informed that the groom’s family has arrived! One rushes over to welcome them and guide them to their table, they ignore her and sit on another table instead.

 

The band starts playing, a balding man with a tight suit and retro glasses glides into the dance floor

The guy has been looking forward to finally producing the goods he has always talked/dreamt of while in the merfish.

 

He invites one of the members of the band to bless this wedding by reading a few verses from the holy book. The band member reads the shortest verse he could think of.

Very short verse

 

Suddenly, a drum is heard! Boom, boom, boom – boom!

Kew the rush for the best view upon chairs and tables and the old ladies shouting naa ina hebel bahalka u-dhiib, yadha qaraneyse!

 

The baby in the tuxedo stares at all the shaking backsides and heaving bosoms in utter fascination and absolute amazement.

loooooool, i think a little reminiscing here by Ngonge?

 

a traffic jam materialises out of thin air

Never park near the entrance (even if you have a nice car) you will a slight dint/scratch the following day and think who the *&^% did that? Oh I know, islaanti igu xigtey :rolleyes:

 

The boys start circling the crowd and searching for sweet looking single girls in need of a lift home, they get caught by irate old ladies and end up driving them home instead.

looool No Comment!

 

Two hours later, the streets are empty and the bride’s brother is seen loading empty pots, balloons and various other materials into the boot of his car, the pretty girl is sitting in the passenger seat (could there be another wedding on the horizon?).

aah, great ending!

 

A masterpiece!

 

Nice way to end a hectic week!

[nafta]

lol....quite funny that was

 

You forgot to mention that the bride sits there looking at the camera's like ina habeenki hore hooyadeed ama aabaheed lasoo dilay.

 

Is it some sort of tradition for brides not to smile when it's supposed to be the happiest day of their lives?? :confused:

 

Btw...I forwarded this to a friend of mine who is getting married soon...she probably has now time to rearrange everything before August

 

Have a nice weekend nomads!

[sofine]

damn sis that was sooooooo funny loved the story of wedding....too long though...but that was the whole point loved it .....2 thumb up....

[bilan]

it was funny,but what i hate about somali weddings is they eat, dance and then say arooska ma shidnayn.

ps i did not know ngonge was a girl

[BOB]

NGONGE,

 

I am curious and I would like to find it out from the horse's mouth if you will,so would you be kind enough to tell me if your wedding was anything close to this Saturday Market you mentioned above?

 

the reason I am asking you this question is simply to gain more experience or as Goofy Genius would say 'get few games under my belt' before the crunch match as I am getting hitched soon Insha Allah so I would like to know what sort of wedding you had and please spare me the financial details because I can't spend BIG here not that I don't want to but I can't and she knows that I would if I could but I can't so give me few tips OLD TIMER..lol.

 

 

PS. did you by any chance got caught by staring at the bride's maid? .

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[Strawberry_Xu]

I love Somali people and their stubborn tendency towards chaos. I've made up my mind, when the time comes, that's the kind of wedding I want.

 

This delightful scenario was the first thing to make me laugh in days.

[Emerald]

NGONGE i think the word 'circus' may even be an understatement to say the least

[NGONGE]

Heh. Bob, my wedding was a women only affair. It was one of those where the groom turns up right at the end, to have his pictures taken and take his wife home. It was a great wedding (I’m told).

 

I didn’t go, and even now, five years later, I’m yet to see the video.

[checkmate]

Ladies and Gentleman this horse ^ is not being truthful.LoooL "It's been 5 years i havn't even seen my own wedding video" ooooh whatta load of crap that is.

 

 

PS:ngonge can't help the feeling, you were a guest at my wedding thou.

 

 

asxantu

[FatB]

funny

[lol]

Why is everyone taking a piss at Somali weddings, common now? Its pretty your faults as much as it is the bride n grooms.

 

Lets analyse this:

 

The couple sent out invitation cards on which there is a label that says only two guests allowed, instead we bring three or four uninvitated guests claiming that they r visiting relatives or friends and u couldn't leave them at home.

 

There is an specific dress code, only formal evening wears. But we show up with our diraccs, jeans, baseball caps... u know name it.

 

It says explicitly that we should be there by 8 pm, instead we take our time and show up at 12. Acting like we r the guests of honor and without us how did the wedding shape up like dat.

 

The dinner is served in buffet please act civil. we start cutting the lines, infact most of the time we beat the couple to the buffet table acting like that is the last email we r ever gonna have. Filling our plates beyond our stomach's capacity, making sure there is none left for anyone after we have had our share.

 

The organizers are in place but the guests are not. Couple of people decide to walk down the aisle rite when the couple arrive adding a lil chaos to the already shaky business.

 

The single men act like they r hungary not for food but the young gurls who have come to this event making sure they don't have a space to breath. And the gurls knowingly, keep walking up n down the collidor so that one of those dogs can bark at her. And when he does depending on the aggresiveness with which he did, she responds either with " waa edebdaran tahay or nabad aboowe". acting like she is hard to get when infact she has been hopping to get hitched right then n there.

 

So if u look at her really, its the guests that create the chaos and not the couple.

 

So start behaving better next time u r invited. Those who are about getting married, I would say start planning ur wedding a yr early so that everything falls into place and u r not over worked when ur wedding is near. That time is for u to enjoy ur days at the spa and get your last talk with ur shrink about your anxiety.

 

For The record: I would never have a wedding. I love the Islamic way. The men have their lunch so do the women.. and me n my hubby are on a plane headding for honeymoon the evening.