He quickly shook the thoughts out of his mind, fearing that such thoughts would manifest if he meditated too long in them. Although he knew himself a hopeless pessimist but he still managed to allow the pleasure of a blissful thought travel through his head, thinking of a better world for himself and the girl. This thought rendered his imagination to run faster than a speeding car. He began picturing her in flowing gown which extended from Lagos to Mogadishu, and he in a clean white suit purloined from Pastor Chris. They would be standing beside each other as a religious leader...it could be a pastor or an imam, or even our humble traditionalist...reading the Bible, Qur'an, Torah, Scroll or parchment, Daniel didn't care...and in the end they'd permit him to kiss the bride. They would kiss, he and she, in such a way that hot blush would be elicited from the faces of every single guy and lady in the gathering, and mothers would be forced to place their hands across the faces of their little wards who would struggle to watch the newly-wedded couple suck tongues and swallow saliva. Afterwards, their lips would be swollen from overkissing.