One of my youngest friends Lerato Kwanaite was getting
married to Boitumelo Letsoalo on the 10th of November 2013. We have
both anticipated this day since she also got engaged around the same time as I
did early 2012 but I got married in March already. She was such a great help as
she went and put a woman’s touch in my wedding venue’s décor since décor was done
by my husband and his groomsmen and brothers.
Lerato had requested me to design dresses for her
bridesmaids, groomsmen, her traditional dress and husband’s traditional
outfit. We went searching for the
fabrics and identified the right ones which I bought in September/October. The
fabric was lilac Dutchess satin for the first bridesmaids’ dresses, a yellow
and pick stretch taffeta for their traditional dresses, lemon for hers and
white Irish linen for her husband’s traditional suit. I no longer had to do the
groomsmen’s outfits due to some changes.
I had a glitch during the sewing of the garments. My Bernina
overlocker machine ceased and I can never work without an overlocker. By God’s
grace I found a seller in Randburg. Unfortunately for me that was a day wasted
as I had to spend the whole day learning the Empisal overlocker. The machine is
not bad for the lower price it costs in comparison to my ceased one.
I had another challenge with designing the first dress which
continued to be a challenge to the last day. Then on the Monday before the big
day my beloved granny passed away in her sleep. It was sad that I could not go
sit with my family during the week as I had to work daily from 7am till 12
midnight daily. This job load was unforeseen as much of the work was from the
first dresses. Every bridesmaid had to sit in for alteration and completion of
their dresses. I had to stay up working and only got to close my eyes for 40
minutes when I slept at 04:40am – 05:00am.
I woke up and ironed the dresses and went to deliver them at
Lerato’s house. I helped them with the dresses and then went to get the
traditional dresses from home. When I went back to her house they were all
dressed and leaving for the church. What a breath-taking moment with everyone
looking so beautiful. No one can ever look more beautiful than the bride. She
was beautiful.
My eyes were filled with tears; tears of joy that a
beautiful young God-loving girl became a woman and was getting married to a
God-fearing man. I also had tears of sorrow because I had to go bury my granny
and could not attend my friend’s wedding.
I managed to go in the late afternoon with my husband to see the bridal
couple. The wedding reception was over but people were having their meals and
hubby and I managed to get a couple of pictures of the couple and bridesmaids.
I got the traditional wedding pictures via a Cellphone social media from one of
her bridesmaids as it was the next day in Limpompo.
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| Faith Nthoba and Lerato Letsoalo |
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| Paul Nthoba(my husband) and the groom, Boitumelo Letsoalo |
Against all odds, with my state known to close friends, lack
of sleep, broken machine and my grandmother’s passing I managed to complete the
work not by my own strength but God’s strength.
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