Which Day You Go Marry?
I’d barely taken off my coat before my grandmother walked into the living room and asked her infamous question: “Iyore, which day you go marry?”
She placed her hands on her hips and slowly moved her waist from left to right, singing , “Eh eh…I wan shake my ikebe.”
Iye, my grandmother, was ready to dance at my wedding — the same wedding that she’d been pestering me about since I graduated from…