It has been said that a man in search of a good wife inevitably ends up in a church. It is a truth universally acknowledged. That no matter where the search begins, if a man is serious about settling down, he will find a nice, religious woman, which calls for him to abandon all drinking joints for sacred halls instead.
The term ‘good woman’ is a vague idea that somehow calls to mind a shy, plain, soft-spoken lady in a multi-coloured kitenge, constantly on her way to or from a kesha, choir practice or feeding stray estate cats.