13/07/2025
💔 “They Laughed When I Bought a Coffin Instead of a Wedding Dress — But I Knew What I Was Burying”
Written by Rosyworld CRN
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PART ONE — THE ENGAGEMENT THAT SHOOK MY FAMILY
2021 | Benin City, Nigeria
I was 28, in love, and finally engaged to the man everyone warned me about.
> “Kelechi is too secretive.” “Why does he always borrow money?” “You sure say this one no go use you finish?”
But love… love can blind a hawk.
I paid no mind.
I planned the wedding.
Paid for our apartment.
Even sponsored his tailoring shop.
I told my mother:
> “He may not be rich. But he loves me.”
She sighed.
> “Love without truth is a knife wrapped in velvet.”
I didn’t understand.
Not yet.
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PART TWO — THE PHONE THAT NEVER STOPPED RINGING
Three weeks to our wedding, things got strange.
Kelechi was always “busy.”
I caught him whispering on calls.
One day, while he was in the bathroom, his second phone rang.
I picked.
A woman’s voice asked:
> “You’re the tailor’s sister, right?”
I said nothing.
She continued:
> “Tell your brother to stop calling me. I’m married. He was just a fling.”
A knife twisted inside me.
A fling?
I waited for him to come out.
But I didn’t confront him.
Instead… I started watching.
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PART THREE — THE THINGS I FOUND
I went through his wardrobe.
Found receipts in another woman’s name — hotel bookings, jewelry, spa treatments.
All dated after our engagement.
I sat on the floor.
Crying like someone who had swallowed stones.
Still, I didn’t cancel the wedding.
I just… paused it.
I told my family we needed “more time.”
And Kelechi?
He got angry.
> “So because of small issues, you want to disgrace me?”
I replied:
> “No. I want to bury something before I marry you.”
He laughed.
> “You wan bury who? Me?”
I looked at him.
> “No. My own foolishness.”
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PART FOUR — THE DAY I ENTERED THE COFFIN SHOP
I walked into a coffin shop.
The man looked confused.
> “Sorry, madam… who died?”
I smiled.
> “The part of me that used to beg for love.”
He blinked.
I pointed to the plainest brown coffin.
Paid in full.
Wrote on it in chalk:
> “Here Lies My Delusion.”
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PART FIVE — WHEN THE NEWS SPREAD
Benin is a small place.
Before long, people started whispering.
> “She cancelled her wedding and bought a coffin.”
> “Maybe she did money ritual.”
> “That girl don kolo.”
But I didn’t explain.
Because pain doesn't need validation.
Only release.
I locked myself indoors.
No makeup. No Instagram. No distractions.
Just healing.
I cried.
Wrote letters to myself.
Deleted old pictures.
Then, on the day that was supposed to be my wedding, I dressed in white…
And went to bury the coffin.
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PART SIX — THE BURIAL OF A PAST
No choir.
No guests.
Just me, a hired gravedigger, and a pastor who owed me a favor.
He asked:
> “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nodded.
As they lowered the box, I whispered:
> “I forgive you, Kelechi. But I choose me.”
The pastor said a short prayer.
> “May everything that was buried here never rise again.”
I smiled.
> “Amen.”
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PART SEVEN — THE RISING
Six months later, I launched my bridal brand: COFFIN TO CROWN.
I made dresses for women who had survived betrayal, divorce, heartbreak, and widowhood.
We didn't just sell gowns.
We sold redemption.
I went viral on Facebook when a post read:
> “She buried her shame… now she dresses survivors.”
Orders flooded in from UK, US, Ghana, Kenya.
The woman they mocked?
Now ships 50+ dresses every month.
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PART EIGHT — WHEN HE CAME BACK
One rainy Thursday, Kelechi showed up at my office.
He looked thinner. Hollow.
> “You dey successful now.”
I didn’t respond.
He handed me a note.
> “I’m sorry.”
I smiled.
> “I already forgave you. But you can’t resurrect what I buried.”
He left.
That was the last time I saw him.
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PART NINE — THE WEDDING THAT FINALLY HAPPENED
2024.
I met someone kind. Steady. Transparent.
A widower with a daughter who adored me.
When he proposed, I said yes.
But this time…
I didn’t wear white.
I wore gold.
Because I had already been purified.
I didn’t ..... .
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