- Guest were barred from taking pictures
For the Konkobilow crooner, it was day of glory, as his beautiful daughter, Moyosade, got married to her heartthrob, Olamide Obilana. When the news broke out, not a few were pleasantly surprised that the Kwara State-born cerebral singer has a grown up child of marriageable age. For the man who has successfully shielded his face from his far-flung fans, there was palpable anxiety to know the man behind the masked face.
For instance, the questions on the lip of many were:
Will he still give out his daughter’s hand in marriage wearing his trade-mark mask? Will he honour his in-law or even respect the institution of marriage by exposing his hitherto covered face?
In a chat with Daily Newswatch, Mrs. Funke Moses, who would have travelled to see her family, said, “The reason I cancelled my travelling was not because of the wedding ceremony, but I wanted to be sure if Lagbaja would unmask or not. I wanted to really see how he looks like. I thought I was going to see a man with tribal marks, but he doesn’t have any and he’s very handsome.”
Also, Bimbo Okeyode, another guest told Daily Newswatch that “When my grandma told me she would be attending a wedding at Motherlan’, I thought it was one of those weddings she usually attends. She later told me the families that were getting married. The first question I asked her was: Does Lagbaja have a grown- up child? So, I followed her to this ceremony out of curiosity because I’m not really a party-person. I came here to ‘feed’ my eyes and I was surprised when I saw our own masquerade unmasked. He is the opposite of the description made by people and I would equate this ceremony as a befitting one.”
Perhaps, aware of the far-reaching implication of voluntarily “ demystifying’ his personae because of a one-day event, Daily Newswatch gathered that Lagbaja gave a caveat to his in-laws that pictures and video coverage avoided by either family members or friends, except the official photographer and the video coverage man that were hired for the purpose.
Consequently, getting access to the venue could be likened to a camel passing through the needle. Stern-looking security mounted the gate of Motherlan’, while guests were subjected to serious screening. So, God help you if you were not invited.
It was, however, obvious that some of the groom’s family members were displeased with the arrangement. It was so bad that many, who were bounced, had to make frantic calls to their relatives who were already seated in the compound before they were allowed in.
Somewhere within the premises were different caterers who mounted their stands. They were so courteous and generous in their sense of catering. The guests were seated under a large marquee and behind beautifully designed white tables that all bore artificial flowers.
On the podium was the seat of the bride and the groom coated with gold and royal blue colours. Gifts were beautifully wrapped with orange coloured net clothes. Findings revealed that the wrappings of the gifts were contracted to some specialists.
Both alaga iduro and the alaga ijoko, who were elegantly dressed, really spiced up the memorable event. But for the fact that he’s the father of the bride, you would have looked out for him without success.
How?
Lagbaja sat quietly among the Ologundes that were seated in the front row. Tall, dark-complexioned Lagbaja was clad in an army green buba and sokoto with a matching red cap to match. Sitting beside him was his beautiful wife in a yellow iro and buba outfit, with a chocolate brown headgear that had a touch of yellow. Moyosade and Olamide met in the United States of America and decided to come to Nigeria to seal their love affair.
The wedding ceremony, which was attended by the crème de la crème, screeched to a halt with a closing prayer by Wale Ologunde. Although the event had come and gone, it will remain the talk of the town for a long time, as the guests were soaked in the joy of the day.
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