I’m African yeah. I need to tell you my wedding story from the beginning because an African wedding doesn’t typically start with the “white wedding” as we call it here in SA. It starts with the engagement and the traditional proceedings. In some countries they call it a dowry, in SA it’s lobola. In Tanzania, we call it mahari. It’s in plain terms a “bride price”, paid in the form of money, or gifts or livestock (depending on where you’re from) by the groom and his family to the bride and/or the bride’s family. It’s then followed by the relevant religious ceremony – Christian or Muslim. My family is Muslim so we had the very intimate ceremony in my parent’s home in Dar es Salaam. Here are some pics from the festivities:
It was the only event of my wedding story in which I was required to cover my hair. So there isn’t much of a story here with the hair decision – more of the hair cover up. I tied my own hair into a mid pony tail and wrapped it first with my pink headscarf. I then had the gold veil pinned onto the scarf on the sides. I knew that I’d were white for my other event so I wanted to wear something bright and colourful – my favourite colour pink 🙂
Many Tanzanian brides would also have a kitchen party where the women in her life would send her off with gifts for her new marital home. I was due to have one however out of respect for my grandmother’s passing a few weeks before, my kitchen party was cancelled. I did have a send off in the form of a more modern bridal shower in SA… coming to you in My Wedding Story Part 2.
Special shout out to one of my best friends Nanzia Mbaga. You’ll see her in every one of my wedding stories. There were quite a few events in two different countries and she was there for every single one of them. Mad love x