A few weekends ago there was a lady in our estate ( estate makes where we stay sound fancy, maybe I should say our plot 10 ?? ) who was getting married. I did not know about the wedding until that beautiful Saturday morning. The caretaker was announcing to all and sundry that a bride would be picked from the compound and so we needed to go near their house and see her coming down the stairs. Guess who were her first converts? The children of course!
