The Diary Game: //13/12/2025// Attending Burial and Traditional Marriage Celebration

Hi guys! Thank you for always visiting my blog. I hope you are doing well over there. My weekend was a mixture of sadness and joy as I attended a burial ceremony of a young man at forty. I also attended a traditional marriage ceremony of my church member. These engagements shaped my day. Follow me, let me give you details of how my day went.

Since I had planned of attending these two occasions on Saturday, I woke up as early as 5 am to get prepared. Because the two events were not closed to where I live, coupled with the fact that I will join public transport, I didn't want to be left behind when the bus leaves. I had to teach the venue where the bus would take off.

By 6am, I was already preparing to leave. The bus that carried about 52 persons was scheduled to leave by 8am because of distance. By 9am, we were there at the venue of the burial. Unfortunately, it was very difficult for me to get a seat because on arrival , the venue was already filled with sympathizers. I had to stand for almost 20 minutes before seats were brought by the family member.

The atmosphere was relatively normal untill the children of the deceased were asked to come out to read the biography of their late father. The sympathizers couldn't control their emotion when the youngest child cried and demanded to know where his father was. I was touched by the emotion but I managed to control myself.

Although the deceased had three children, extended family members were there to support them. Those who came to sympathize with them, assisted them with finance to help the young children. The thought of how the family would survived engaged my mind throughout my stay there

The burial ceremony ended by 2 pm. From there , I joined others to an invited traditional marriage. Traditional Marriage in my place is conducted based on the tradition of my people. When we got to the venue, a two kilometre distance from the burial, the attendance was somehow scanty. I had to wait for more guests to arrive.

It wasn't long, guests trooped in, in numbers. With the arrival of the chairman of the occasion, the event started. The groom was brought out to declare his intention of coming to his would -be father-in-law's compound. When he was accepted and received the marriage protocol went on.

It was time for the nitty gritty; the union proper. As the minister of their church, I performed the solemnization and also prayed for them.

I took a photograph with them and other members of the head table after the cutting of the cake. It was a memorable moment. This moment relieved me of the emotional trauma occasioned by the burial atmosphere.

I tell you, I came home late by 8.30pm because the bus I joined with others left. I had to wait till the end so I perform the duty of solemnization.
When I reached home, I took bath and ate my supper. I went to my reading table to prepare for my defense in school on Monday.

That was how my day went. It was a mixture of sadness and joy. The joy of marriage took away sorrowful moment. Thank you for reading my post. Have a great time