Traditional Maasai Wedding at Angama Mara

On my wedding day, my name changed

11 July 2016 | Inside Angama |

Kate Fitzgerald tells the story of a very special day in her life

On a sweltering March afternoon, with storm clouds gathering overhead, I arrived at my Maasai father’s manyatta (Shadrack, a dear friend of my parents announced one day he was my Maasai father – no further discussion needed). All the women, singing and dancing, welcomed me and led me to the manyatta where I was to be adorned. This was no ordinary day. This was My Maasai Wedding Day.

Kate and the Maasai women

There are not many women who get to marry their husband in a lovely wedding on the edge of the Crocodile River in South Africa, and then five months later, marry the same man in the most beautiful traditional Maasai wedding ceremony on the edge of the Great Rift Valley. Liz Taylor and Richard Burton eat your hearts out, my double wedding beats yours any day.

Bride and Groom_SA Wedding

The best part of my traditional wedding was that it was not planned and fussed over by me like my first wedding; this incredible ceremony was organized and given to me by the staff at Angama Mara (my family) and a neighbouring community (my Maasai family).

Bear with me as I take you through one of the most beautiful memories of my life:

Getting dressed

As I was saying, at Shadrack’s manyatta I was taken to one of the houses where Shadrack’s four wives (my Maasai mothers), my mother, and my bridesmaid (Angama Mara’s lovely guide, Sophie) proceeded to dress me in one of the most intricate and gorgeous dresses of my life. Indisputably, I have never ever worn so much jewellery before. Every time I turned around another mama was generously placing another necklace over my head. My dress was beaded, I was wearing a 3kg beaded wedding collar, a headdress, bracelets, beaded cowhide shawls (top and bottom) and up to 20 individual necklaces on top of that. Had I not felt so utterly beautiful I would have felt like a Christmas tree – there is no such thing as over-accessorising in Maasailand.

Emerging from the Manyatta

Once I was dressed, I was told to sit down and given wise marital counsel from my Maasai mothers: I must be a good wife, and that my mothers would never recognise any other man other than Mike as my husband (so no changing your mind!). More advice followed when Mike and the men from our families (Maasai, South African and Zimbabwean) joined us in the manyatta.

Kate and Mike

Back out in broad daylight it was time to return to the slopes of the Out of Africa Kopje on Angama Mara’s property where the ceremony was to continue, but first we had to chase the rain clouds – but too soon to panic, the medicine man who was attending our wedding was given the task of keeping the weather away, and did he ever! The skies were black around us, but not a single drop fell.

Performance from Maasai Warriors

We were greeted by the entire Angama Mara family (plus a few guests who asked if they could celebrate with us) and we were entertained with performances by 50 Maasai school children, 70 women and 70 warriors all singing and dancing in celebration of this happy occasion. Mike and I were officially married with the washing of our feet in milk and honey and then tied together in traditional Maasai Shukas (the bright red Maasai cloth) and welcomed as a married couple into the community.

The Wedding Ceremony

Of course the evening ended with a grand feast for the Angama Mara family, our families and distinguished guests (we were honoured that the First Lady of Narok County was in attendance, as were a few neighbouring lodge managers), and before the evening ended Mike and I were presented with wedding gifts, the highlights being: our first cow, and kanga cloths which must (and will be) the first cloth our babies ever touch in their lives.

Kate and Mike with their Masai retinue

Mike and I will treasure these memories forever, and we will weave them into the tapestry of our lives, as our love for Africa grows ever stronger.

Kate, Mike and the Angama Team

Finally I was honoured with a Maasai name in a ritual performed by the elders of my village. So please may I officially introduce myself, not as Kate Boyd (née Fitzgerald), but rather as Nolooraami – she of many blessings; a daughter of Angama Mara.

Kate and her Maasai Mothers

ABOUT: Kate Fitzgerald Boyd

Kate was born in a chafing dish – well almost. The date she was due to arrive was perilously close to Christmas and her mother wasn’t taking any chances so out she came just in time for a decent Christmas dinner to be served to the guests at the hotel of her childhood. Back-of-house babies, they call them. And she has never looked back and now logs more air miles than she knows what to do with sharing the Angama Mara story far and wide.

COMMENTS (6)
Tshepo
July 12, 2016

sounds so beautiful Kate. I defs got a little teary eyes, especially at the mention of the kanga cloths for your beautiful future babes.

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    Nicky
    July 14, 2016

    Thank you dear Tshepo – it was an amazingly beautiful day x Nicky

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Yvonne
July 12, 2016

You looked lovely! Thank you for sharing your story.

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Ellen Freschauf
July 13, 2016

Kate – how amazing! Thank you for sharing this story.

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Gaie Fergusson
July 14, 2016

Absolute enchantment and may you be wonderously happy forever

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Sheena
July 14, 2016

Lovely to read and be reminded of this wonderful day. Still can’t believe I was there to share such a fabulous experience with this lovely family. .
Best wishes Kate and Mike and All at ANGAMA! X

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