The Tomboy bride 2/4

By Drum Digital
18 October 2013

?Your wedding is not the best time to be putting that point across,'' Mama said stiffly. ??Do you think they would've paid lobola for you if you'd been as inappropriately dressed for the bride-price ceremony?'

??Your wedding is not the best time to be putting that point across,'' Mama

said stiffly. ??Do you think they would've paid lobola for you if you'd been as inappropriately dressed for the bride-price ceremony?''

??I was wearing pants under my wrap.'' Richard had known all the time. It had

excited him but there were some things Nomsa couldn't share with her mother.

The vision of her little girl wearing trailing lace was too precious to abandon, so

Mama persisted. ??How do you think it will look with both the bride and groom

in trousers?''

??It brings to mind Silas and Kevin's wedding.'' Not the wisest example, Nomsa

remembered too late.

Mama's mind was still in the Dark Ages. ??Only my outfit will be more feminine,'' Nomsa tapered off weakly.

Mama ignored the comparison.

??A proper minister would never stand for it.''

The armrests of her chair suffered a sound thumping.

??I would ask that minister of yours to help me make you see sense if I thought it would make a difference.

But what can be expected from a woman who shamelessly parades before her congregation, preaching His word, dressed in trousers and setting the worst example for her flock? These liberal new churches. Now if this were a regular church. . .''

Nomsa wouldn't be dragged into that debate. She'd heard Mama on the subject

before. ??The established church is far more righteous than the newly emerging churches,'' her mother said, launching into her favourite topic. ??What's wrong with the church you were brought up in?'' At least Mama had not called Nomsa's church a

cult again.

??Mama, you've never objected to me wearing trousers before. You were the one who used to buy my clothes.''

??Had I known that doing my best to be an open-minded parent would encourage

such schemes, I would've spared myself the effort. I should've been firmer. Maybe if

I'd been one of those strict overbearing mothers. . .''

Nomsa's mouth twitched. That her mother saw herself as open-minded, that

she actually imagined she was anything but strict and overbearing, was a joke.

Nomsa wanted to laugh, but that would have been as wise as pulling an agitated

leopard's tail.

Arms crossed, petulant as an eight-year-old, Mama wanted to know, ??And what,

though I dread to ask, will the maid of honour and your bridesmaids wear if you're in trousers? Shorts?''

Now Nomsa had to laugh. It was impossible not to. ??I can just imagine cousin

Bridget's voluptuous curves squeezed into a pair of shorts.''

Mama was not amused by Nomsa's comments and her chilling glance froze her daughter's laughter.

Nomsa cleared her throat and regained her composure. ??I thought they might wear

hipsters,'' she told Mama. ??After all, the bridesmaids are all young trendsetters with

similar tastes in fashion.''

??Enough foolishness,'' Mama exclaimed. ?? I think you need to reconsider.''

??I have thought it over.'' Nomsa remained adamant. ??I'm not going to change my mind.''

To be continued...

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