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Let's take the groom as Chidi & the bride as Adaeze. Let's take the town as Abatete. The air in the village of Abatete wasn’t just hot; it was thick with the scent of roasted goat, fermented palm wine, and the expectant energy of two families about to become one. Today was the Igba Nkwu—the wine-carrying ceremony—for Chidi and Adaeze. The Arrival of the Groom Chidi arrived with a small army of kinsmen. They didn't just walk; they processed, led by the rhythmic thumping of the Ogene metal gong. He wore a vibrant Isi Agu tunic, the lion-head patterns shimmering under the Nigerian sun. Despite his bravado, Chidi’s palms were sweating. He knew the "protocol." Before he could even see his bride, his family had to navigate the witty, sharp-tongued negotiations of the elders. Gallons of palm wine and crates of malt were presented like peace offerings. "A daughter is a jewel," Adaze’s uncle remarked, peering over his spectacles at the crates. "We must ensure the path she walks to your house is paved with respect." The Search for the Bride Inside the house, Adaeze was a vision in coral beads. From her heavy Okpu Agide headpiece to the intricate wrappers layered around her waist, she looked every bit a queen. Her friends teased her, dabbing away stray beads of sweat so her makeup remained flawless. Then came the test. Adaeze was handed a carved wooden cup filled with creamy palm wine. Her mission? Find her husband in the crowd of hundreds. She stepped out, and the "Onyeze" music swelled. Every man in the clearing waved at her, shouting, "Over here! I am Chidi!" or "Pick me, I have more cows!" Adaeze glided through the crowd with a playful smile, dancing past the pretenders. The Union When she finally reached Chidi, she didn't just hand him the cup. She knelt gracefully, her eyes locking onto his. Chidi took a long sip, finished the wine, and placed a wad of crisp Naira notes into the cup. The crowd erupted. The Igba Nkwu was complete. The Prayer: The fathers stepped forward, pouring a libation to the ancestors, asking for fruitfulness and long life. The Dance: Then came the Money Spraying. As the couple took to the floor, friends and family swarmed them, "raining" notes until the ground was a mosaic of green and blue. As the sun began to dip, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and gold, Adaze’s mother pulled her aside. There were no more jokes now—only the quiet, tearful advice of a woman seeing her daughter off to a new compound. The party would go on until the roosters crowed, but for Chidi and Adaze, the world had narrowed down to the simple weight of the beads on their necks and the promise in their joined hands.