I was jolted awake near midnight by the sound of firecrackers going off across the community.
The last of the new year celebrants were getting a collective kick out of rattling the nerves of those who dared to sleep.
As the fog in my head cleared, I realised that the church next door was still in full swing. Loud singing and shouting filtered through fruit trees and hit my ears, and I marvelled at the stamina of the members. From the sound of things, they had a full house and the moment they were all waiting for had finally arrived.
Bring on the firecrackers and vuvuzelas.