Meet CJ, The Serial Best Man

My name is Chijioke Obi, but everyone calls me CJ. I’m thirty-four and single, and no, I
don’t know when I’m getting married, so please stop asking. What I do know is that I’m
damn good at weddings. Not my own, obviously, but everyone else’s.

In the last seven years, I’ve been a groomsman more times than I can count and the best
man at twelve weddings. If there’s a wedding crisis, from missing rings to runaway brides,
chances are I’ve seen it, fixed it, or noted it down in my memoir: Memoirs of a Serial Best
Man.

Don’t let the tux fool you, I’m not here for the free jollof rice or the champagne. I’m here
to make sure the groom makes it to the altar, the bride doesn’t cry (unless it’s happy
tears), and no one gets punched by a drunk uncle. Weddings are messy, unpredictable,
and full of drama, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, let me tell you how it all goes wrong… and how I make it right.

 

 

 

Check back in next Saturday for the next instalment of the Flash Fiction Series! And read the previous instalment here!