"Coming through" Yasmin tiny voice called through the crowd as each person made a necessity to stare as she whisked past the crowd.

Yasmin hummed melodiously with a tray in her hand ad she moved hastily from one table to another taking orders.

Everyone gazed at her as she took orders and served dishes, the little lnn always had a way of making Yasmin the daughter of a poor farmer the centre of attention.

Yasmin packed her hair into a bun which had long roughened as the ends stuck out and remained unpacked.

"This is for you,this is yours and yours" Yasmin spoke as she presented the beer and dry...