After the dancing, they did a mock-traditional wedding so we could see
what it’s like. One of the volunteers was a good sport and allowed us to marry
her off. Her birthday was the next day so we thought: ‘what could be a better
present than a Motswana husband” right? It started with the lobola being negotiated. Lobola is dowry
for the bride. The standard rate is eight cows. The husband-to-be has to give
the cows, or a cash equivalent, to the woman’s family before they can be
married. Once lobola was decided in this mock-wedding they shook a bag of
bones/rocks and tossed them to see if it was going to be a good marriage. To be
honest, I didn’t really understand that part – but I guess she passed the test.
Then the new husband and wife went to their hut. Apparently
traditionally the older women in the village peek through the windows to make
sure the girl is struggling because that means she’s a virgin? It was definitely
awkward. The best part was that they told the guy and the girl how to act. So
in the “morning” after the girl comes out crying (success?!) and the guy came
out strutting. I think that meant the deal was sealed. It was a lot of fun
seeing it and everyone was a good sport.