KHYRA

You wore your “goal dress.”

It barely zipped. But you made it work.

You promised yourself,  just small chops, nothing crazy.

Then the waiter came with jollof.

The second round came with pounded yam.

By the time you were doing zanku to “Who’s Your Guy,” you’d had Fanta, small chops, goat meat, cake, ice cream… and regret.

You smiled in the photos.
But you left that wedding bloated, guilty, and back at square one.

Again.

THE PROBLEM:

Nigerian weddings are designed to make you forget your goals.

Let’s be honest:

You arrive hungry because you didn’t want to “eat twice.” The food is free. Abundant. Everyone’s...