At my own church wedding in Ajah, the DJ played a voice note when the priest said speak now.

Priest: speak now or forever hold your peace. Hall: total silence. DJ: pressed play. It was my fiancé's voice, whispering, don't worry babe, after the wedding I'll sort out the ₦38 million and nobody will know where the money went. Then a woman laughed. My mother in the front row dropped her bag. My fiancé looked at the DJ, then at the ceiling, then at me.