Why my marriage failed

Part 9

By Henry

This video of my wedding gives me a lifetime scar. It’s a scar that I cannot narrate orally to someone.

That morning, the church boys waked me earlier than usual. They reminded me that we had 48 kilometers ahead of us to go and get the bride. So we had to dress and leave by exactly 6 o clock that morning.

Dad had gifted me a suit from Sir Henry Limited, along Kimathi Street, Old Mutual House. The shop is best known for a decent collection of Men clothes. Mum had gifted me with a gold watch from Eusi Black Gift Shop. My priest also took care of my shoes and socks. He ordered them online, Alibaba, and they were dropped yesterday evening by UHL parcel deliveries.

Ola my childhood friend was a beautician by profession. He ensured that my chocolate skin looked okay. My hair cut, beard, nails… all were perfect. We had a convoy of 20 classy cars. All of them were Mercedes- Benz, E class. They were black and well decorated by Pato Events.

This was my lifetime memorable day. The announcement of this wedding was the talk of the town. My dad wanted everything done by professionals and in a professional way.

The drivers maintained the speed, space, and lane. I don’t know if they had gone to the same driving school. The videography and photography were covered by Merop Production. They are the reason for this memory in my television and photo album.

By 9 O'clock, we had arrived at the bride's home. The elders did their part in exchanging some kinds of stuff that I can’t tell the meaning; giving crates of soda, sufuria, leso, suit, and some cash. Then the boys were allowed to enter the compound. I was calm all through.

The morning breakfast at the bride’s home was okay and we prepared ourselves to go to the church. My vehicle was the first one in the convey.

The parish was well decorated and everyone was in his or her best outfit. Security was tight. Flower boys and girls well dressed and I would also see a bell boy.

At exactly 11 o clock, the church was full and the emcee was eloquent and a good timekeeper.

‘This is the day that a boy will be a husband; a girl will be a wife. The two have made all over us here, to come and witness their marriage ceremonies…’

The flower girls opened the session; they were throwing flowers, sweets. Accompanied with smiles. The boys' and girls' time also came. Their dance was cool. It kept me smiling.

Now the bell boy time came, he was ringing the bell and announcing that I should be ready, my bride is coming. My heartbeat could be heard by my best man. He was always with his handkerchief to dry my sweat.

I saw her, well dressed, and covered with a veil. Her father was holding her right hand and mum on the left side. The strides were uniform. Her best lady was keeping an eye from a distance following the rhythm.

I was calm all through until the priest took the microphone. He told the parents to accompany us to the altar. They obeyed his command. We took our marriage vows, signed the marriage certificate.

‘Now you have confirmed to this congregation and before God that you are one. Husband and wife…’

My father showed me a thumbs-up sign and my mum was nodding her head as the priest was speaking.

Dubai was eagerly waiting for us for our honeymoon. There was a private jet on standby to take us to Wilson Airport. Later in the evening, we were at JKIA for our departure to Burj Al Arab Hotel, Dubai.

The reception was as per the hotel classification, 5-star hotels. We had a long flight 5 hours nonstop flight. We were shown our rooms and allocated a tour guide during our one-month stay in Dubai. The room was of royal suite as per the hotel classification. From our room on the 25^th floor, you could get the cool sea breeze of the area.

That night was a night I was waiting for. This is the lady I was waiting for. This was one of my ribs as the priest said. We decide to take a shower together.

For the first time in my life, am sharing a shower with a lady. I have never taken a shower with someone of the opposite sex! This was the time… She took her clothes off and dresses in a white towel. She undressed me and covered me with a white towel too!

I was humble like a young kid washed by my mother. I was not shy but this was our first night together. I didn’t want to show her that am skilled! She cleaned every part of my body and it was my turn to clean her.

After taking bath, we took dinner. Took photos and shared them with the wedding WhatsApp boys and girls group. Everyone was happy that the chemistry is faster than any scientific reaction!

The time came for us to retire to bed. She eye folded me. Took my hand, walked slowly to the edge of the bed. She undressed! She told me to open my eyes and proceed from where she had left.

I was afraid because my manhood since we started our flight was asleep. Even at this particular time, the soldiers were still asleep. It was not my norm. My father had given me a lecture on my family responsibility. This was my first family task and I’m failing.

I succeeded in all other preparation in this room but my soldier is still asleep. She is ready for the service but my tool is not responding. She’s waiting but is excusing me that we leave it till tomorrow. I was only buying time.

Tomorrow is here, my body is giving the same numb response. She’s trying to enquire but is unable to answer. This is not normal. She promises to inform the parents that am not a man full as they thought or to tell her what’s the problem.

This cold response made us cut the honeymoon duration. Back in Nairobi, We have booked a week's accommodation at Serena Hotels, my body giving the same response. We did not inform our parents that we are back in the country…

She wakes up at midnight and tells me; you have failed in your family role and I can’t spend the rest of my life with a failure.

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