Epilogue
Yaayi glanced at her smiling husband, seated beside her, conversing with Ayoade and Feyi. Feyi's malice had long since disappeared, and she had been incredibly supportive during the bridal shower.
She looked down at her henna-adorned arms and feet and almost burst out laughing. The designs contrasted with her Aso-oke and other Yoruba adornments. She had suggested separate weddings according to their customs, but her father and husband insisted on a combined ceremony for unity.
What started simply had caught the media's attention. A reporter even asked permission to make a documentary showcasing the fusion of Hausa and Yoruba cultures.
But that was the least of Yaayi's concerns. Seeing everyone's smiles and heartfelt laughter made her feel at home.
"Iyawo wa!" ("Our bride!") someone called out behind her, and she was enveloped in a motherly embrace by Mrs. Yomi. Her mother-in-law had been wonderful, her bark worse than her bite. She explained that a past poisoning experience had made her less friendly to househelps, hence her initial unkindness to Yaayi.
"You've brought much happiness into our household, Yaayi," Mrs. Yomi said.
Yaayi blushed and caught her husband's eye.
Yes, she would always bring happiness wherever she went, for she was Yaayi.
She was happiness itself.
End?
Yes!