Ms. Meltingpot is Ready to Marry You Now

Hello Meltingpot Readers,

Did I mention I became a minister this summer? Yes, I did. Why? Because I was coincidentally asked to officiate two different weddings in September. One was for my cousin and the other for a friend. Both brides were African-American and both grooms were white. In one case, the bride was a real “African-American,” because her father was Nigerian and her mother a Black American.

I was asked to officiate at these ceremonies because of my love for all things multicultural and diverse and because, I’m guessing, there must be something about me that conjures up a feeling of matrimonial well-being. Maybe? I don’t exactly. I was actually quite surprised that I was asked to officiate, and yet, once I said yes, and started writing the text for the ceremonies, I felt a certain thrill completing the task. What’s not to love about writing about love?

Needless to say, both weddings, which occurred only two weeks apart, were wonderful. They were both very unique – one took place at a library in Wisconsin and the other at the DC War Memorial in Washington DC. At one wedding we ate food prepared by Moroccan caterers and I got to practice my limited Arabic language skills. At the other wedding, I got to throw cash at the new couple during their Igbo money dance.

By the end of wedding number two, I felt my faith restored in humanity, I believed that peace on earth was possible and that love really could conquer all. (Of course, then Brett KavaNot happened but for a few precious moments, I even forgot about him.) It was a delicious way to restore my meltingpot soul.

So, dear readers, if you’re planning a wedding in the near future, and it’s going to be a multicultural, meltingpot affair, let me know if you need an officiant. I’m open for business.

Peace!