Periscopic Previews

So we had gone and got the dress, yeah? And my wife, yeah? She can be such a darling and a child too and I am a child too sometimes, yeah? AND ... AND ... you know what she went and did? She tried on the dress and such and took pictures and tried to simulate the look of the day? Ain't that something? There's supposed to be some fetish (no one knows of its origins): Trying on the dress before the day is some bad luck? Or is it? Having the groom see you in the dress, before the day is even worse luck?



Well ... that's what I heard. You know, looking back with 20-20 vision and such ... I would say - don't believe the fetishes at all. Some people have all the luck and let's say grace (shall we?).
We 'ld offer you a pair of scopes at the periscope we have been using to peer back at the past and here's the woman looking forward to the day? Isn't she good looking? ... looking ... looking good.

TREATMENT: Looking good (WHISPER! TILL FADE).

Pregnant !

Now after the sex, my wife got pregnant. We celebrate this. And she has just informed me (15/09/2009), following scans that we are going to have a baby girl. We are currently trying to decide on Ibo (the people), Igbo (the language) names for her. I was going to name our boy, Domike; (Adam Isiodu), following a trend and traditions set by my Dad and younger brother, i.e among my people (nuclear family) but now I am not among going to have a boy, so we are stuck now as to what to do. The deliberations continue.

Surely, the theme of pregnancy - ex officio is interesting ... but that is another blog (and I promise I will give it some coverage here) but this blog here (yes this one) is about a wedding.

So let's get back to talking about that. Shall We? :-)

Then we started shopping ...

Don't have to tell you we were on a shoe string budget {Must I always spell things out ... These paroxysms of confession and ceaseless self-exhibition - that's blogging, I am afraid}. Anyways we started shopping and among the first things we bought were the dress, and then shoes ...
'Uuggh we. Yesssir! It gotta be dem shoes.' I think I liked the ones I settled on (even if the lady could hardly walk in them for any meaningful length of time)
See shoes ... Him and Hers.

Then almost as soon as she appeared ...

We had to go see the registry bosses and 'register' an interest in getting married ...
The Haringey Civic Center in Tottenham London. We saw a kindly man who asked us a series of questions.

No, not those ones ... "Do you take this woman ...? " These ones.

He asked, "So, does she live with you"?
"Yes."
"How long, have you known her?"
"From 2004. As a possible girlfriend."
"And you want to be married?"
"Ya. June 26."
"You chosen a date then?"
"Ya."
"Very well, then."


And so on and so forth. We got there in time and then. He signed and published banns.
According to English Law, These announcements are supposed to be up for about 30 days before ..., I forget now before what.

I also secretly decided to start having sex. (My intended didn't know, but she was to find out). All right too much info.

This is what the registrar looked like.




Also with this post, the list with our names published.

The new museum piece - on my north wall

Then I made one for the wonder wall. Imagine this. You enter my hallways, get into to the one living room (small fish bowl) of a room. Hanging from what I must call my north wall, is a wide format art piece of about 6ft by 4ft. That face. All mine. Graces my dreams. My own motif. Kitsch! Print on textile. Mount on polished wood. Nice florescent coloured plastic frames, small glass lamps on four corners, shine on - Art Deco delivered.
Noela Ohueri. You are a work of art.

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
about you now.
- Wonderwall. Oasis.

Wifey 4 Dummies

Okay, shortly after shorty arrived, I took her out, to show off my kind of town - Sinatra Style ... oh rubbish. But we happened upon a book store (I think it was Borders) on Oxford Street (See Graphic below).
I made 'my intended' pose in front of a stall full of those familiar books - told her it would be for a cover idea of an essay about her - and she obliged me. Check back for a copy of this essay.

Then the prospective inlaws came to stake out the place ...

Yeah the guys (used in x-gender sense) in the graph, are all Chika's relations well from l-t-r, are myself (Chika's love interest - he, he) then Blenc with the baby in the foreground (Beracah) and then there's Chioma. Now Blenc is married to Chioma (or should we be saying Chioma is married to Blenc);Who marries the other these days - eh?; And Beracah is their first baby (I heard a rumour they are working on another one). In the days leading up to the registry marriage they came to visit here in the United Kingdom and spent some time lazying about in the sun with us. Noela did the honours in the photo here and pressed the button that opened up the shutter that ... well, you get the picture - yes. And now looking back - these are all my in-laws. Chioma is Noela's sister. And I married Noela.
Blenc was an old school mate too from Futo days. Original facebook buddy. I also took one of the best signposts of my hobby-career. See results here. (My inlaws posed in front of the Shepherd Bush on the underground) Pure iconic London photograph. Bashed the colour out of it and disappeared the layers in Photoshop. Not bad for a hobbyist eh?
Oi, come back here ... :-)
Yeah ... I was talking about the inlaws.

It goes back a while

So everybody incorporates a secret or two with their lives and don't kid yourself - those secrets are hardly kept too. You have probably heard it before 'There's no pressure like that of a secret that just cannot be kept'. And if you are bible reading man (I am, from time to ahem! time ...); it says that secrets will be proclaimed from the roof tops and such, a bit of stretching there because what it really says is that every secret action will be made clear and here's a C&V citation

Luke 8:17 For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.

That word 'abroad' is entirely coincidental, but do excuse the pun - so that ultimately a secret (in this sense) might not be worth keeping at all ... but I will return to this motiff.
Photo shows Noey arriving the U.K @ Heathrow. She was a secret at the time for a variety of reasons. [See Next story]
This post has been about the presentation of the photo.

So, it begins ...

Yeah I know, I know, it's a media age and then there's overkill. It's not even like there was much to be touted about the wedding. No stretch Limo's, no blacked out Humvee's. Well - we are writing now like as though reporting retrospectively. Yes but nada - the wedding's not happened yet. The blog is just an idea that we hit upon during the heady, funny days leading up to one bloke tying the knot with one chic. You know how it goes - Boy meets girl. Girl postures. Boy razzles a bit, girl's fazed a bit. Girl falls in love ... Ah ! First Kiss. Not that you need any telling,you! It's no different here. A few unique twists to the tale, but it's no different.

The blog is just a way of telling and retelling in - and presenting the pictures with minimal cost. While giving the events the amateurish media treatment. Spots in Ovation Magazine - cost too much ! And if you are here reading and enjoying whatever else you have, then point proven!
We give you the wedding - in spades fulls.