#Ghanaian Weddings

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Tom & Cynthia's Unforgettable Wedding Journey - Ghanaian Dutch Wedding

[141wh0re]

Mirage Masterlist- (Prince!Gaz AU)

Warnings: This story will contain graphic violence, graphic sexual content, swearing, as well as historical inaccuracies.

AN: This story is heavily inspired by the live action remake of Aladdin. Though, my characters have more Egyptian roots (it's what works for the sake of the plot.), even though Canonically, Gaz is said to have Ghanaian descent. This fic is purely self-indulgent, but I hope you all enjoy it. - Skelly <3

Summary: After King Garrick's mysterious murder, Kyle is given no choice but to leave behind his life of war and bloodshed to take on his responsibilities as the king's successor.

With the guidance of his mother and their family's trusted advisor, Kyle might just make a great king yet. Though, he must wed in order to take the throne. And if he must be wed, he wants to be wedded for love, just as his father and mother were.

But after traveling to countless palaces, searching for a noble princess to form a military alliance with through their marriage, Kyle has grown exhausted with his efforts.

Yet a certain street rat manages to dance her way into his heart and his mind. He can see things clearly when she's around, yet she's not a noble. He could never marry her.

Kyle will be forced to make a decision between marrying a noble, having a strong military, and a loveless marriage, only living his life filled with deception. Or he'll lose his status, marry for love, and see all truths that dare to be hidden from him.

Teaser Available

Part I: The Prince, The Street Rat, And The Worm

I. The Prince II.The Street Rat III. And The Worm

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Part III:

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Angel Members Lore Dump

Maya was born in Georgetown, Guyana. While she wasn't necessarily rich, she was well off and grew up comfortably. Marlon and Tamera Harrison, her parents, were both educators; a piano teacher and university professor respectively.

Maya Harrison

She loved music from a young age. Maya began teaching herself how to play various instruments, starting with the piano, and to sing. Then she began writing and composing her own music. The next instruments she taught herself to play were the guitar, violin, and flute. She joined her school's orchestra while continuing to be a pianist. By the time she reached high school, she was considered a prodigy.

Inspired by Donna Knightley to pursue music as a career, Maya started as a backup vocalist for various singers. She also did competitive piano and posted videos of herself singing covers of her favorite songs on the Internet.

Stellaluna Ricci

Stellaluna was born in Florence, Italy to wealthy parents Kwame and Eniola Ricci, a former footballer (soccer player) turned entrepreneur and music producer. Her father is of mixed Italian and Ghanaian descent while her mother is Nigerian. Her and her sister Sole were raised to be debutants.

As such, Stellaluna grew up to have a number of skills including ballet, equestrianism, and most importantly: singing. The last one was her most favorite. Her original dream was to be an opera singer. She started singing with her church's choir before moving on to local singing competitions. Stellaluna also sang for commercials and advertisements.

She began writing her own songs, hoping to perform them one day.

Audrey Laurens-MacDonald

Audrey was born in Queen's. Gillian worked as a plumber and her mom Ke'Ana worked at a deli.

Before she became a singer, Audrey wanted to be a rapper. She started rapping at 12 and performed at school talent shows, amateur nights at local music venues, and other places. She based her style off of characteristics of drill and battle rap as well as elements of hip hop.

In high school, her and few friends formed a music group called FFF (Fierce, Fabulous, Famous) under the name OG Audrey. However, she needed to learn how to sing since it was going to be a pop group. She got singing lessons from her school's music teacher. Audrey left FFF shortly before becoming a member of Angel.

Kamala was born in Bombay, India as the middle child of four girls. Her father Darshan was a chef and her mother Ishani was currently working as an accountant.

Kamala Singh

She kept her love of music hidden because she thought her parents wouldn't approve. She was mostly fascinated by electronic and synth. Part of her free time was spent watching videos on how to play the keyboard. Kamala used some money she got from relatives to secretly buy a keyboard (which is the one she still uses to this day) to practice.

Kamala's musical talents were eventually discovered when she played at one of her cousin's weddings. Everyone was shocked but enjoyed her performance. She confessed to her parents that she wanted to be a musician and that she hid this from them because she thought they wouldn't approve. Her mom said it was fine as long as she got to be in charge of her finances.

Shauna Black Crow

Shauna was born in McAllen, Texas to singers John Black Crow and Maria Sofia Black Crow.

She was a member of the Black Crow Family Band, consisting of her, her siblings, parents, and a few aunts and uncles on her father's side. Essentially she was a child star before she was a child star. Shauna played the guitar with her older sister Dove and brother Eddie. She stayed with the band for a long time until she joined Angel. In high school, she joined her school's mariachi band to expand her musical range.

Being a big star based on her own merits and talents was always her dream. She grew frustrated with her and her siblings being known as just John or Maria Sofia Black Crow's children and vowed to become a big star.

Tsubaki Chisaka

Tsubaki was born in Kumamoto, Japan. Their parents, Hachiro and Toyoko, were members of the Catholic church. Hachiro worked in finance (red flag) while Toyoko was a stay at home mother.

Unlike the others, Tsubaki didn't consider music as their career choice. In fact, it started out as just a hobby to them. They sang in the choir for a bit before Toyoko pulled them out. They didn't really like the music they had to listen to, especially in the years leading up to their parents' divorce and their own pessimistic feelings towards the church. But because worldly music was banned in their home and they weren't allowed to have their phone outside of school or errands (another red flag), they didn't have any access to other types of music.

Tsubaki discovered grunge music through an American cousin (who was also in a band stay with me here I'm slowly building the celebrity world) who also taught them how to play the bass guitar. They were taken to their first garage concert after Toyoko and Hachiro sent them to stay with an aunt for the summer. Another thing they were exposed to was queer culture.

[hellojuiceboxbaby]

I’m going to my friend’s older sisters wedding this weekend (she’s Ghanaian so I’m excited to eat) but I’ve already reached the stage of the semester (literally week 3) where my course work is all consuming and I need to be spending every waking moment to keep up with the work load and everytime i try to save a illustrator drawing it says “file not found” and everytime i try to move anything it does the not responding screen

I am quiet literally not the strongest soilder and just about ready to give up already

[tchallasbabymama]

Preview of Ménage à Trois Part Deux

I'm feeling generous (also productive af), so here's an unedited preview of Chapter 1. Full chapter coming in January! Make sure you read the first part by then!

T’Challa tapped his long, slender fingers against the side of his leg, an annoyed grimace tightening his handsome face. He stood still in his quarters while his tailor put the finishing touches on his suit for the night, but internally he was getting more and more agitated as the time ticked on. Despite his mood, he couldn’t help but admire himself in the mirror. The embroidered black ensemble covered his streamlined body like running water, and the locs that usually dusted his jawbone were twisted back into an elaborate bun.

A knock at his door eased his mind momentarily, until his younger sister swept into the room in her suit that mirrored his, just with a gold scarf draped across her shoulders. T’Challa’s own shoulders slumped with disappointment, but he managed to pivot to positivity quick enough for Shuri to not catch his reaction. 

“Look at you copying your big brother,” he teased her.

Shuri rolled her eyes as she crossed the room, but still dapped him up.

“Whatever. I wear it better than you.”

“Who lied and told you that?”

“Your wife.”

His jaw tightened.

“Where is she, anyway?”

“Late.”

“I should have known,” Shuri chuckled. “She was late her own wedding.”

T’Challa grunted in response, and Shuri noticed the annoyance in his voice. She put up her fists, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with a weak jab.

“Come on, bro, she’ll be here. Chill out.”

“She’s two hours late.”

“Was there a problem with the opening?”

“No. According to Okoye and Bahati, she just could not be pulled away from conversing with the crowd.”

“You know how Zora is. Or has it been so long that you’ve forgotten?” Shuri asked him dramatically, with a hand to her chest. 

“Just wait until you meet someone. You’ll finally understand why being apart is so painful.”

“It’s been two weeks, T’Challa. You’ve gone away for longer on missions before.”

“Being the one left at home makes the time move slower.”

“I guess.” Shuri shrugged and plopped down on the end of his bed.

“Something bothering you?”

“Just your mother.”

T’Challa laughed.

“What did our mother do this time, Shuri?”

The princess groaned and fell backwards onto the bed.

“She won’t stop trying to set me up.”

“Who is it this time?”

“Nakia’s younger cousin, L’Nela.”

T’Challa’s face scrunched up disapprovingly. Even the tailor stopped moving the lint roller across the king’s chest for a moment to look at the princess in disbelief before continuing his job. 

“She’s not your type.”

“You know that. I know that. All of Wakanda knows that! But mother is horrible at lesbian matchmaking. Bast bless her for trying, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take, brother.”

“I will talk to her.”

“Well, actually, I came to see if Zora would-“

T’Challa’s beads chimed with the tone he had reserved for his love, and his communication bead rolled down into his palm. 

“Speak and she shall appear,” he grumbled as Zora’s hologram smiled up at him apologetically.

“I know, I know, I’m late-“

“Two hours, Zora?”

“I couldn’t just cut off the Ghanaian ambassador and ignore the excited children, T’Challa.”

“Brother’s been in a sour mood all day,” Shuri tattled from her spot on the bed, and Zora chuckled before her picture cut out momentarily.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed-“

“Just now?! It’s a three hour ride!”

“I needed a nap!”

“I tried to tell her,” snarked Bahati, now promoted to Zora’s assistant, as she helped her into her attire for the evening. 

“Not you both ganging up on me! I can be late to my own damn event if I want to, and need I remind y’all I’m not even that late. We’ll be landing in a minute.”

“A minute?” T’Challa asked for clarification, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“More like ten, kumkani wam.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati.”

“Thank you for your honesty, Bahati,” Zora mocked. “You know, sometimes I think she’s your favorite.” 

“It’s because she listens.”

“Employees are paid to listen, wives are not.”

“Don’t I know it,” T’Challa smirked, and Zora mirrored the expression. 

“I’ll be there soon, love.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Racing through the central African skies on the Royal Talon, Zora ended the call, and allowed the makeup artist to touch up her gold eyeshadow while Bahati zipped up the side of her backless black jumpsuit.

She knew she was pushing his nerves by running so far behind schedule, but Zora liked it when he was all worked up about one thing or another. Granted, that wasn’t actually her intention this time. She really did get caught up at the grand opening of the new Wakandan International Outreach Center in Accra, but she recognized that she should have planned for that possibility instead of booking a gala immediately after.

Zora sighed and eyeballed the beaded multicolored isicholo that sat on her vanity. Heavy truly was the head that wore the crown, especially on a day as important as this. After two years of working with T’Challa and foreign dignitaries to bring her vision to fruition, Zora was finally kicking off her student exchange program. One hundred teenage students, fifty from Wakanda and fifty from across the diaspora would trade places for a semester. Zora spent countless hours pouring over applications and hand-picking exactly who she thought would benefit most from the program, and now the diaspora students were coming to Wakanda for a warm welcome. 

As exciting as all of this was, Zora couldn’t help but feel a little empty inside because in order to build relationships with the foreign dignitaries, she had to lie. Not only did she have to lie, but she also had to hide a piece of herself all because of their conservative sensibilities surrounding polyamorous relationships. They knew her as Zora Franklin, Queen of Wakanda and wife to T’Challa Udaku. What they didn’t know was that T’Challa wasn’t Zora’s only husband. 

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✧ ┆ ( KOFI SIRIBOE, CIS MALE, HOMOSEXUAL, HE/HIM ). Not everyone can say they’ve been to Briar Glen, but KOJO OSEI, a 31-year-old, WEB DESIGNER, has lived in Briar Glen for 10 YEARS. This is the city for development and they know it. Living in this extensive town means you meet all kinds of people, we can’t wait to meet and see how KOJO develops.

B A S I C S 

full name: kojo osei. nicknames: tbd. gender:  cis male. pronouns:  he/him. sexuality:  homosexual. age:  31. date of birth:  june 27, 1993. zodiac sign:  cancer. birthplace: compton, california. current location: briar glen, california. residence:  apartment in briar glen. occupation:  web designer. languages spoken: english, ghanaian pidgin english, akan, conversational spanish.

A P P E A R A N C E

faceclaim:  kofi siriboe. height:  6’2. build:  muscular. eyes:  brown. hair:  dark brown. piercings:  none.  tattoos:  none. style:  street style fashion. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits:  (+) confident, spontaneous, friendly/social, detail-oriented. (-) jealous, sensitive, impulsive, anxious.  mental health:  stable. physical health:  good, average. likes:  sweets, working out, video games, technology, horror movies, amusement parks, smoking marijuana.  dislikes:  arrogance, confrontation, people with no sympathy or empathy for others, cold weather.  fears: the dark.  skills:  roller skating, tech savvy, dancing. quirks:  humming under his breath, bouncing his leg when nervous or anxious.

F A V O R I T E S

ice cream flavour:  chocolate.  time of the day / night:  dusk. weather:  summer weather.  breakfast food:  pancakes, bacon, bagels, danishes.  dinner food:  anything seafood. colours:  black, red, blue.  music: hip-hop/rap, r&b, alternative, indie, neosoul.

M I S C E L A N E O U S

a cherished item:  his parents wedding rings. first love ( celeb crush ):  rider strong (circa boy meets world), the rock. usual mood:  upbeat, happy. 1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  go on a year long vacation with friends and explore the world. 

B A C K G R O U N D

death tw

he's a first generation ghanaian-american. his parents moved from ghana to the states in the early 90s, and had kojo in 1993. he was their first and only son due to the difficult pregnancy and birth his mother had.

he's always been a social butterfly. there's never been a time in his life where he didn't have a group of friends to lean on or interact with.

when he was fourteen years old, he was orphaned because his parents passed away in a tragic accident. because he didn't have any family in the states, he was placed into foster care until he aged out when he turned eighteen.

losing his parents was a a traumatic experience for him and was the only time in his life where he truly felt alone. he had his friends, but he didn't have his parents. he found himself becoming jealous of his friends that still had their parents in their lives, something that he had to go to therapy in order to get over.

kojo worked hard in school, even more so after his parents passed, and was able to earn a scholarship to college, where he studied graphic design and media studies. he graduated with his degree and immediately landed a job with a start up company that went on to become successful.

[failedmessiah]

I still remember the day I went to the uniform makers shop. I was going to St Declan’s, a catholic school in Ashbourne, Ireland, a bit out of Dublin.

My hair was freshly done, it was my mother’s first time doing braids. She had taken me to the hair salon near town, run by an African woman, Ghanaian or Togolese I don’t remember.

African women pull hair tight when the braid it, as if they’re afraid the hair will spring out of the plaits and run away.

They applied a cream to my scalp that burned and itched. They finished braiding my hair and my mother took me home, with me scratching my head.

I couldn’t sleep that night. My scalp was so dry, and the hair was so tight, and no itching could soothe it, and I started to cry.

My mother came to my room. She tried to calm the itch by scratching for me, using a rattails comb to get under the braids that were tight, like a freshly spun rope.

We resorted to cutting the braids, relieving my itch.

My mother had never braided hair, but she decided to learn that night, in the few hours I had before my first day of junior infants.

The next morning I went to school with thick poorly twisted hair. My mother was still very frustrated with how my hair had turned out, partially blaming me for the issue the night before.

At some point I got tired of having my hair done by my mother. She eventually learned how to do a variety of braids and twists and protective styles, which caused my thick hair to grow long and healthy. It growing long made doing my hair take more time, and my mother, ever frustrated, would be upset at the knots and snarls in my curls.

The first time I braided my own hair, they were a smaller version of the braids my mother had done for me all those years ago. They were slightly imperfect, but they held up, and wearing hair done by my own hands was a different feeling than I had done before.

When I went to Nigeria, I had my hair braided for the first time in a long time, by a Togolese woman who did my mother’s hair for her wedding.

In true African fashion, she pulled my hair tight into the coils, as if the hair would spring out. Like it would run away.

When the hair was done, it weighed heavy on my head and my scalp started to bleed.

I told my mother about my bleeding scalp. She gave me Tylenol and a cup of water. The bleeding subsided over a few days.

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What a show! The Bridesmaids didn’t come to play! l 🇬🇭 Ghanaian Wedding between Emmanuel & Rubie

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NoveList Reading Challenge: December

Read a collection of short stories or essays by a non-American author!

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma

What happens when fantasy tears through the screen of the everyday to wake us up? Could that waking be our end?

In Bliss Montage, Ling Ma brings us eight wildly different tales of people making their way through the madness and reality of our collective delusions: love and loneliness, connection and possession, friendship, motherhood, the idea of home. From a woman who lives in a house with all of her ex-boyfriends, to a toxic friendship built around a drug that makes you invisible, to an ancient ritual that might heal you of anything if you bury yourself alive, these and other scenarios reveal that the outlandish and the everyday are shockingly, deceptively, heartbreakingly similar.

Illuminations by Alan Moore

In his first-ever short story collection, which spans forty years of work, Alan Moore presents a series of wildly different and equally unforgettable characters who discover - and in some cases even make and unmake - the various uncharted parts of existence.

In "A Hypothetical Lizard," two concubines in a brothel of fantastical specialists fall in love with tragic ramifications. In "Not Even Legend," a paranormal study group is infiltrated by one of the otherworldly beings they seek to investigate. In "Illuminations," a nostalgic older man decides to visit a seaside resort from his youth and finds the past all too close at hand. And in the monumental novella "What We Can Know About Thunderman," which charts the surreal and Kafkaesque history of the comics industry's major players over the last seventy-five years, Moore reveals the dark, beating heart of the superhero business.

From ghosts and otherworldly creatures to theoretical Boltzmann brains fashioning the universe at the big bang, Illuminations is exactly that - a series of bright, startling tales from a contemporary legend that reveal the full power of imagination and magic.

Life Ceremony by Sayaka Murata

With Life Ceremony, the incomparable Sayaka Murata is back with her first collection of short stories ever to be translated into English. In Japan, Murata is particularly admired for her short stories, which are sometimes sweet, sometimes shocking, and always imbued with an otherworldly imagination and uncanniness.

In these twelve stories, Murata mixes an unusual cocktail of humor and horror to portray both the loners and outcasts as well as turning the norms and traditions of society on their head to better question them. Whether the stories take place in modern-day Japan, the future, or an alternate reality is left to the reader’s interpretation, as the characters often seem strange in their normality in a frighteningly abnormal world. In “A First-Rate Material”, Nana and Naoki are happily engaged, but Naoki can’t stand the conventional use of deceased people’s bodies for clothing, accessories, and furniture, and a disagreement around this threatens to derail their perfect wedding day. “Lovers on the Breeze” is told from the perspective of a curtain in a child’s bedroom that jealously watches the young girl Naoko as she has her first kiss with a boy from her class and does its best to stop her. “Eating the City” explores the strange norms around food and foraging, while “Hatchling” closes the collection with an extraordinary depiction of the fractured personality of someone who tries too hard to fit in.

In these strange and wonderful stories of family and friendship, sex and intimacy, belonging and individuality, Murata asks above all what it means to be a human in our world and offers answers that surprise and linger.

Love in Color by Bolu Babalola

A high-born Nigerian goddess, who has been beaten down and unappreciated by her gregarious lover, longs to be truly seen.

A young businesswoman attempts a great leap in her company, and an even greater one in her love life.

A powerful Ghanaian spokeswoman is forced to decide whether she should uphold her family’s politics or be true to her heart.

In her debut collection, internationally acclaimed writer Bolu Babalola retells the most beautiful love stories from history and mythology with incredible new detail and vivacity. Focusing on the magical folktales of West Africa, Babalola also reimagines Greek myths, ancient legends from the Middle East, and stories from long-erased places.

With an eye towards decolonizing tropes inherent in our favorite tales of love, Babalola has created captivating stories that traverse across perspectives, continents, and genres.

[afrotumble]

Ghanaian traditional wedding ceremonies.

[padablah]

Strengths and Weaknesses

Mindful Wearable Art   MWA

I am Patricia Adablah, a Ghanaian immigrant. Currently, I am a stay-at-home mother of 2 lovely teenagers. I see myself as an artist who expresses her unique ideas through fabrics that are sustainably sourced. I take on small sewing projects occasionally. The last one I worked on in July 2023 was a collection of 6 waistcoats, designed and sewn in Kente (a traditional African fabric) for groomsmen for a wedding in Guelph. I also made the mother of the groom’s dress.

Strengths

In preparation for fashion school, I did a 3-month apprenticeship working under a local designer who specializes in traditional African wear. I studied fashion design for 3 years and worked as a teacher in the same college for 3 years, after graduation. I later went to England to pursue a post graduate certificate course designed for fashion teachers. I also worked in fashion retail for a year in the USA before coming to Canada in 2004. All the above disciplines gave me the tools that I needed to run a workshop efficiently, thus managing people, training people, producing good quality clothes, and meeting deadlines.

Weaknesses

 I studied Fashion Design at a time when digital software was not available, neither were computers accessible. Consequently, I have no confidence using computers to design, and I find conducting business on social media a very daunting task.

I am very excited about taking this course because it has everything I need, to enable me to show my unique designs to the world.

[thesnapshotcafe]

Ghanaian Couple's Wedding Photography and Videography Service in South East London, England

We provided wedding photography and videography service to a friendly Ghanaian couple in Bromley, South East London last Autumn.

https://www.foreverlovewedding.com/

This is another wedding story we witnessed with our cameras. A couple of months before their wedding day, we have provided them with an engagement photography & videography service in Central London with some romantic touches in our shoots.

They were actually planning to take their engagement and wedding ceremonies in Birmingham before but after some family discussions, they decided to have both shoots in London.

Feel free to check their engagement story photos here on our website and our Vimeo page for their videos. Unlike other modern weddings, the couple opted for a traditional wedding, which means the groom would not see the bride before her father gave her away.

This couple comes from quite religious families. The bride's father is a priest. Just before she left her home, her mother gave her a simple prayer and blessed her by putting the Tierra on her head. She has also given her some advice on how she should treat her family and husband.

After that, we arrived at the bride's parent's church for a 2 hours long ceremony. Lovely bride was brought to the first time seeing her future husband by her priest father's hands. It was so romantic for the couple and for their guests. There were a few priests giving sermons. From that, we can understand the church is very close to the couple. The congregation treats her as a daughter.

The ceremony, banquet and party were held at Anerley Methodist Church, Anerley, Bromley, South East London.

They had a quite intimate banquet with all their close family members, relatives and guests who are also members of their own church. Their priests who attended their wedding also joined their party dance. What a great mixture of Ghanaian traditional style and western style wedding!

We really enjoyed their wedding from the morning until night, and editing their photos and videos.

Wish them all the best and have a happy married life ever-after.

Feel free to take a look at their photos, highlight & feature videos and live stream clips on our Facebook page, our website and on our Youtube & Vimeo channel.

Thank you

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Ghanaian couple trends as they storm town with keke convoy on their wedding day

A Ghanaian couple has taken social media by storm with their unconventional traditional wedding entrance, arriving in a vibrant convoy of tricycles, popularly known as “Pragya.” Ditching luxury cars, the newlyweds opted for the low-cost, humble vehicles, leaving guests entertained and amazed. The playful gesture may have been a nod to the groom’s profession or simply a reflection of the…