The Wedding of the Century

the groom, the sun, deified the time and denied the dark its peak, shimmering in his faded orange apparel his eyes brilliantly blazing, brazen and bold found a gazing spot at the heart of the brown sea and whispered with quivering lover's lips "come up to me and taste of my love" the bride, the sea,deified space with wrapper of blue wound round her waist flirty, flitty and fidgety her body danced with seductive rhtym she spread sprawlingly on the spaceles sandbed a bride expectant of a reluctant groom burning, she bellowed from deep below "come down and prove yourself a worthy lover" the priest, gravity, kitted in a monk's garb ritually performed the nuptial rites Toyin-blakkie was the bride's lone maid Abdulkarim and I, the twosome groom's men Hosted by the surf and sand of Kuramo shores the three for the deaprture of one feasted on a garnished gargatuan fish there the sun walked the aisle by his aquaticbride