Our Wedding Reception - Chagga Style
Trip Start
Feb 09, 2006
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Trip End
Mar 01, 2006
Today Julius' family surprised us with a wedding reception at Msasani club. They wanted to completely surprise us but luckily they told us last night. Thank God, I had nothing to wear. During the afternoon I went shopping at a new market in Ilala district. A fashion lovers dream come true - over 100 stalls all selling fabric and African dresses. I was the only white person there (Ilala is a little bit ghetto and not a neighborhood tourists would be coming to). I should write lonely planet about it, though, because it is an incredible place to buy fabric - cheap and good selection.
The party was fantastic. Most of the Tembas were there and it had all the rituals of a regular wedding reception - the introductions, the toasts (where the bride and groom have to toast everyone there), the dances, etc.
Most importantly I was given what my dear mother denied me - a real Chagga wedding cake.
The chagga tribe has a cake which is actually a roasted goat with its head still attached and leaves sticking out of its mouth. They have also started decorating the outside with carrots and cucumbers. It is a sight to behold. I was delighted. Julius cut pieces (we wish we had Patrick's carving set, the knife was dull) and I fed everyone a piece while music played and everyone clapped. At the end of the night we danced to Swahili music for a few hours then piled in the car to go home and sleep (with the frozen water bottle).
The party was fantastic. Most of the Tembas were there and it had all the rituals of a regular wedding reception - the introductions, the toasts (where the bride and groom have to toast everyone there), the dances, etc.
Most importantly I was given what my dear mother denied me - a real Chagga wedding cake.
The chagga tribe has a cake which is actually a roasted goat with its head still attached and leaves sticking out of its mouth. They have also started decorating the outside with carrots and cucumbers. It is a sight to behold. I was delighted. Julius cut pieces (we wish we had Patrick's carving set, the knife was dull) and I fed everyone a piece while music played and everyone clapped. At the end of the night we danced to Swahili music for a few hours then piled in the car to go home and sleep (with the frozen water bottle).

