CHAPTER ONE
PILOT
I believe in a lot of things.
I believe in love, even in the most cringle one….. Love at first sight
I believe there is a chance that one of my father’s mistress has a bastard son for him in secret.
I believe there are people who practise witchcraft
I believe that there is a secret organisation/cult whose members includes the most powerful people in the world and this cult sanctions the terrible things that happen to people for their own gain and sometimes for their personal amusement (I am sure you know the cult but you are not hearing it from me).
Signs and premonition are my thing, I mean when I hit my feet three time during the day, I believe there is a chance that something bad is about to happen.
I believe in the saying that first impression matters because I use that in judging people I meet for the first time, which is a bad thing. Most people are not what they look like.
I have absolute belief in God Almighty and that when you pray to him, he will answer your request and also protect you.
I also believe there is Lucifer somewhere trying to destroy God’s work.
So, I believe in a lot of things but not this….
I am getting married to the man I have had the biggest crush on ever since I had known how to love…. Kylian Mbappe.
Born to a Cameroonian father and an Algerian mother in Bondy, Paris, France on the 20th of December, 1998. Started out playing football from an early age with his father as his coach. Started his professional career as a footballer in Monaco before he moved to Paris-Saint-Germain (PSG) on a loan and later bought by PSG. He broke out as a sensational player when he broke the legend’s record, Pele and went on to become the world youngest player who ever scored in world cup final. He lifted the cup for his country at his first attempt of playing for his country and since then, he kept breaking records.
He is a cheetah on the football field, he runs so fast that other teams have to find ways to stop him on the football field and yet, he kept breaking records. Became the most paid player footballer at the young age of 23 before Cristiano Ronaldo took the title from him on his move to Alnassar Fc and here he is, about to slip the diamond ring on my fourth finger. I can’t believe my eyes
“Bewaji” My mom’s loud cold voice broke me out of my head. I looked around and I saw my father’s hard look and my in-laws confused expression. Before looking at my soon-to-be husband’s perplexed face.
God! How long have I been drooling over him in my head
“I am sorry” In an apologetic voice “But what was the question again?”
“Do you Bewaji Emily Bendel take Kylian Mbappe Lottin to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. Until death do you part?” replied the Court marriage official with her English blended with thick Akure accent in annoyance
Judging from the marriage official’s mood, I say I have been out of it for a while
“Of course Yes, I do, I definitely do” I answered hastily with so much enthusiasm because I am marrying the love of my life and also I am scared of what the marriage official will do if I waste one more second of her time. I mean like any typical Yoruba mom, she could decide to slap me right there without caring that it is my wedding day.
I slowly slipped the ring on Kylian’s fourth left finger and I looked at him with brightest smile on my face
“With the power wielded in me, I pronounce you two, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” The Marriage Official announced at the top of her voice. I felt a big smile broke out of my face as everybody in the court marriage room stood up and clapped. I think I also felt something run out of my eyes down to my face as I looked at my husband who had a small smile on his face. He moved closer and placed his thin shaped pink lips on my mine. Like I always envisioned, his lips were so soft and before I could melt into it, he withdrew.
Oh my God! Is he shy? My mind briefly went to how our first night together will be, how it will feel to be his arms, to feel him deep inside me, to have him….
“Bewaji!” My mom’s hard voice called out to me again.
God! I am doing it again, aren’t I? I gave her my cheesy smile and she just shakes her head at me scoffily
Bewaji…. it means to be wake up with beauty.
We Yorubas name children according to the situations. For example, if a child is born when someone in the family had just died, say a grandma or a grandpa, we call the child Babatunde or Yetunde. It mean such dead person is back. Or probably a woman who has always wanted a child finally had a baby, she can decide to call the child, Oluwarantimi or Oluwaremilekun. It means God finally remembered me or God finally stopped my tears.
So in the south-western part of Nigeria where the Yorubas are thickly populated, we look at situation before naming a child. Though I can’t fathom the kind of situation my parents were in before they named me Bewaji. But I am afraid that tradition is fast fading as the civilisation is changing our culture, nowadays people just name their kids, Joffery, Elena, Sharon etc. any kind of American or cool name you can think of. Anything just to be like the white
I am born to two traditional parent who remains static in their views and ways of parenting even though the world is changing. I know I was talking about our culture fading but seriously my parent needs to dial it down. Three siblings all girls, never met my maternal grandparent and paternal grandfather but I spent some quality time with my paternal grandmother before she passed away over 10 years ago
As you can tell, I am a fantasist. I live in fantasy and am almost always in my head but I have dreams. Big dreams, like becoming a world known screenwriter with so many Oscar awards on my belt and also becoming Mrs B.E Mbappe which technically I am now.
Heard about Kylian Mbappe at 2018 World cup but fell in love with him when he visited my dream two years later.
Cheesy right?
But that is exactly the truth. He came to visit my parent as my fiancée in my dream and that was how I fell hard for him. To tell you how crazy I am, I bombarded his instragram DM with my messages, just hoping he will notice me and he finally did
A month ago, Kylian’s parent contacted my family about a possible marriage between Kylian and I. Weird right? But that was how it was down in the older days. The groom’s family will contact the family of a potential bride about the union of their two kids after studying and investigating the young lady and her family.
Two strangers from two different family come together to start a family and back then, they always find a way to make it work without the marriage breaking apart. This does not happen anymore, like I said earlier, civilisation is changing everything and our culture is drastically fading
Investigation was done, meetings were had and promises made but because of my love towards Kylian and our pastor’s insistence on hearing the voice of the lord that Kylian is my soul mate from heaven, my parent agreed to the union. Though they wanted us to get to know each other more, but Kylian wants the wedding done before the start of the new session which is in 4 days’ time. He also wanted a quiet wedding which I agree to. I really want to get to know him before our marriage is announced to the world. Moreover I don’t want people assuming I married him for his money
I looked at my new hubby saying his goodbye to my parent outside the marriage registry. Like I said earlier, the new season is starting in four days and he is gat to be in training tomorrow. I really feel bad that I can’t go with him, I need to get my passport and visa ready before I can leave. We won’t even get consummate our marriage.
God! Look at his radiant smile, it practically lightens up the whole place.
My father pats him gently on his shoulder as he talks to him with warmth. My father has never looked at me the way he is looking at Kylian with so much respect. I am really glad my dad loves him
“Bewaji” My father called out me loudly. I guess it is time to go and I miss him already. I said my greetings to my new family and I walked with my husband to his car.
My husband... saying that feels weird and it also makes me happy on the other hand
He moved to enter the car when I held him back. He looked at me in confusion and I was pretty sure my eyebrow were widen in surprise.
Was he really going to leave without saying goodbye the proper way? Maybe some few kisses and a proper hug. I guess he got my message without saying it out loud as he pecks me on the lips and entered the car. I sighs deeply in disappointment because I wanted more. I guess I have to wait for a little while longer for that.
I watched the two cars that brought the Mbappe’s family to registry this morning move out and I can’t help but feel nostalgia. I don’t know this guy but why do I miss him so much already
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY
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