It was on a thursday morning mr & mrs wax had scheduled for their traditional marriage at mr wax's family compound in calabar around 2019, we learnt the village was under some form of violent attacks by the near by village due to some issues of land properties between their boundaries, this has caused the youths of both villages attacking each other during this period of the year.

I didn't know mr wax although the lady he was getting married to was my very good friend and a next yard neighbour named mary. Mary invited us to her traditional marriage and even booked a bus that was going to take us to and fro for most of us that complained about the transportation, it was a free transportation so as good neighbours, we decided to celebrate with her and her new husband which we never met before.

1, 2, 3 it was already thursday and i have buckled myself inside a good stunning native wear of my own because i couldn't afford the asheobi for the ceremony, stood on top of a nice and solid shoe because me and dance were like 5&6.

Vuumm was the sound of the bus catapulting us from uyo down to calabar, and i almost lost some weight that morning as we were jumping and flying up and down inside the bus due to bad roads.

Arrived at obino village precisely in calabar and we were almost late already because we left uyo quite late, some special canopies were already preserved and kept for us and they welcomed us as chiefs on the occasion and i was more like the leader of this crew based on what i wore.

"Richie, we are going to dance o, to welcome the groom in are you ready?" my friend asked and i replied him "i came prepared" with a dangerous smile on my face.
The instrumentalists were taking it to another level putting me in the mood on a good traditional vibe with lead string guitars and notch vocals by the singer, you should know what i mean if you are familiar with our local traditional marriage ceremonies.

Gbim gbim gbim was my head nodding up an down synchronising to the kicks from the drums by the drummer and my shoes moving side to side one after the other as the keyboardist massaged the keyboard 'party don start'.

We cued into the crowd, dancing with the groom as we welcome him to sit for the ceremony and immediately he was about to sit, the instrumentalists took the music to another level of afro high life. The lead guitarist moved his hands rapidly across the strings of the fred playing like he had 12 fingers on one palm and the tempo of the music increased with great melody scattering my medulla oblongata(brain box), i couldn't bear anymore than to display my talent, i almost danced more than the groom himself.

All was fun and i felt i was in heaven already until we heard tauu tauu tauu...(three gun shots)
The next moment i was seen coming out slowly from behind the vehicle that brought us to the occasion as i was hiding asking people "watin sup?" Meaning what happened?.

I was told that the groom mr wax is a police officer and three police officers released one shot each into the air, which is a sign of celebration in the military and police standard.
In fact, i was angry but couldn't do anything because they are government officials if not, "them for see me"

The spirit of dance left most us after that incident and then mr wax cautioned his officers that they should have opened fire after the crowd had concluded dancing not in the middle of the dance and at the top most moment for that matter.

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𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕚 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕚𝕥.

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣

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