I was at a traditional marriage ceremony for one of our MZI girls last year when it came to the point where we were to escort our iyawo to be officially presented to both her parents and in-laws. Shout-out to Iyawo Itunu Mary. We were close to the parents when the DJ started playing some, “You Must Chop My Money” for us. Immediately, the madam iyawo who was already sweating from all the different body contortions a human can mould into during moments of ecstasy stood upright. Under her breath, she said to her ladies-in-waiting (that’s us), “Don’t dance. That’s not a Christian song.” Oh, wow! Was I impressed! The…