When I met Florence and we agreed on marriage, she was a mupoto ( Anglican) and may I say there was catholic blood running in my parents' veins. It was going to be very difficult. I left nature to take its course. Of course when it came to akiiki's consent, it could only be got if Florence converted. After a lot of huffing and puffing and grumbling Florence gave in after realizing akiiki would not budge. Guess who did the catechism classes for florence before she joined the catholic church! Akiiki! And now we are 13 years and counting. Akiiki u were the best, wink wink. Moral of the story: leave stubborn fiancées to your mother.