Chapter 6 Trip to Nigeria

MR ADENEGA POV

Upon receiving the call from Mr. Nathan, about the news of Leonardo and his family traveling all the way to Nigeria for the introduction ceremony was truly delightful. It indicated a strong commitment from Leonardo's side and displayed their willingness to embrace Nigerian traditions.

I quickly shared the news with the rest of the family, sparking a flurry of preparations. The house was abuzz with excitement as they planned for the grand event.

DAMILOLA POV

I processed the news of Leonardo and his family coming for the introduction ceremony, a wave of confusion and anger washed over me.

I watched my family in anger as they began sprucing up our home, ensuring that it was immaculate and beautifully decorated for the occasion. Traditional Nigerian attires were carefully selected for each family member, reflecting the vibrant colors and rich cultural heritage. Dad even contacted local caterers to arrange a mouthwatering feast, featuring a wide array of Nigerian delicacies.

LEONARDO POV

As the flight took off to Nigeria for my marriage ceremony, the atmosphere on the jet was filled with a unique blend of excitement from my Grandparents and nervousness from me.

The luxurious cabin of the jet provided us with a serene and comfortable environment to reflect on the upcoming festivities.

As we soared through the skies, my thoughts wandered to the moment when my partner and I would exchange vows in the presence of our loved ones. Nigeria, with its vibrant culture and warm hospitality, was the perfect setting for such a joyous occasion.

During the flight, my family took the opportunity to finalize the last details of the wedding preparations. They carefully reviewed the schedule, ensuring that everything was in place for the grand celebration. From the traditional outfits to the intricate decorations.

After a few hours, the captain's voice crackled through the speakers, announcing our descent into Lagos, Nigeria. I peered out the window and caught sight of the sprawling city below. The vibrant colors, bustling streets, and the distinct energy of Lagos filled me with anticipation.

As we touched down at Murtala Muhammed International Airport, I dialed Ryan to come pick us up from the airport. Ryan and Mr Nathan had been in Nigeria for the past week.

Ensuring that everything was in order for my wedding. Ryan and I had been friends since childhood, and he had always been there for me through thick and thin.

As we collected our luggage and made our way through the bustling airport.Just as we stepped out of the airport, I spotted Ryan's familiar face in the crowd. He grinned widely and waved at us, his excitement matching mine. We quickly made our way towards him, navigating through the sea of people and luggage.

"Welcome to Nigeria, my friend!" Ryan exclaimed, enveloping me in a warm embrace. "I'm so glad you're finally here. It's going to be an incredible wedding!"

As we settled into the car, Ryan navigated the bustling streets of Lagos. The city's energy was contagious, with people going about their daily lives amidst the backdrop of vibrant markets, bustling shops.

During the drive, Ryan filled us in on the final wedding preparations. He mentioned the intricate traditional attires that my family iand I would wear, the rhythmic dances that would grace the reception, and the mouthwatering Nigerian delicacies that would be served.

Arriving at our destination, Ryan took us to Eko Hotel, where he had booked rooms for my family and I. We checked in and were given the keys to our respective suites.

As I entered my suite, a wave of relief washed over me. The spacious and tastefully

After settling in and freshening up, I decided to explore the hotel and make the most of the time I would be in Lagos. Eko Hotel was a renowned luxury hotel with numerous amenities.

Ryan suggested that we hit a club called Quilox in Lagos. Excited by the idea, I agreed to go and experience the vibrant nightlife of the city.

As we arrived at Quilox, I was immediately captivated by the pulsating music, colorful lights, and energetic atmosphere. The club was packed with enthusiastic partygoers, creating an electrifying ambiance. The DJ played a mix of popular local and international hits, making it impossible to resist the urge to dance.

Throughout the night, we indulged in signature cocktails, and strong vodkas.

As the night wore on, the energy in the club reached its peak. The DJ skillfully mixed tracks, seamlessly transitioning from one hit to another, keeping the crowd fully engaged.

With the first rays of sunlight peeking through the windows, I woke up to the unwelcome embrace of a pounding headache and a queasy stomach. The remnants of last night's party had left me with a hangover that seemed determined to make its presence known. Groaning, I reached for a glass of water on my bedside table, hoping to alleviate the dryness in my mouth.

As I sat up, the events of the previous night began to flood back into my memory. The dizzying array of alcoholic drinks I had consumed, the electrifying atmosphere of the club, and the night of wild sex I had with the girl I met at the club, It all seemed like a distant dream, now overshadowed by the reality of my hangover.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled towards the bathroom, seeking solace in a hot shower. The warm water cascaded over me, gradually washing away the remnants of the night before. Slowly, the fog in my mind began to lift.

As I emerged from the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My disheveled appearance mirrored the disarray in my thoughts.

Today is the introduction ceremony of my marriage to Damilola, and despite nursing a hangover from the previous night's party, I quickly got dressed, Ignoring the remnants of a headache, I joined my family who was waiting for me by the car.

Together, we made our way to the car, and as we drove towards Damilola's family house, a mix of nerves and anticipation settled within me.