My past has caught up with me, followed closely by the police. My perfect day turns into a complete nightmare as I am handcuffed and led away in my wedding dress. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGAH | NATION MEDIA GROUP
I wake up to a beautiful Saturday morning. To be honest, I haven’t slept much because after months of planning, it’s finally my wedding day.
I get out of bed and head to the kitchen, a big smile on my face. Susie, my best maid, is making breakfast, which I know I can’t eat because of all the butterflies in my stomach. Instead, I drink a glass of orange juice and then head to the bathroom for a shower.
