ⓘ This episode is part of a series. If you missed the teaser, read it here.
Saturday afternoons in Victory Park Estate followed a rhythm that no resident had consciously agreed to, yet everyone seemed determined to keep.
By noon, the compound gates stood open as house-helps swept driveways with long brooms that whispered across paving stones. Children chased footballs between parked cars until someone’s mother shouted that lunch was getting cold. The aroma of fried plantain, peppered chicken and simmering tomato stew drifted lazily from kitchen windows, mingling with the sweet smoke of roasted corn from a hawker beyond the estate gate.
