**This is the last episode of Kamsi. A big thanks to everyone who loved and took ownership of the story. It was very inspiring. Kamsi told her story, the way it went was a bit different from how I envisioned it initially. But I enjoyed writing it and the feedback, comments, encouragements I got. Thank you.
My phone started vibrating, it was Tega calling.
“Happy new year!!!!”
“Happy new year Tega.”
“So, my mom wants you to come over later today to discuss our wedding plans.”
“Is she our wedding planner?”
“Baby, I’m her only child, just let her stress it. What matters is the life after.” I cringe whenever he calls me baby. It was supposed to be cute but literally imagine a crying toddler every time.
“I know the marriage is what matters but I want a wedding I can remember fondly. Tega, the last time she spoke to me, she increased her guest list. From 150 to 175! I want not more than 30 guests at most. Maybe you can talk to her.”
“Kamsi, it’s just a wedding.”
“It is my wedding!”
“Is money the problem?”
“Tega! I want not more than 30 people, please. And I’m not down for all that noise and similar cloth wearing.”
“Okay. So are you still coming?”
“Talk to her first biko.”
“Kamsi!” She acted guilty instead of surprised.
“I don’t usually fry, but dodo used to one of my favourite food when I was much younger. I am craving it so bad.”
“Wow. It’s okay then. I actually brought a cake from the office. I came for the wedding.”
“Of course! Tega said you want a close-knit wedding.”
She turned and flipped the plantain over. I didn’t know what to do. I moved closer to her.
“I know Tega, is your only child and you have plans but it is my wedding also. Maybe when we go for our honeymoon, you can have a big after-party.”
“Kamsi dear. Really? I would not want to do something you don’t like.”
“It’s okay. May I have some plantain please?”
“Oh dear, I’m starting to love you. Plantain and cake. We mustn’t let Tega know what we had.”
I called Tega and told him about the new wedding arrangement. He was very happy.
I’ve come a long way from a jobless graduate in a short time. I still hurt from my father’s betrayal and I wonder about his son. Someday I might try to have a relationship with him. But right now, I just want to dance, pull off my heels and feel sand and water between my feet.