"That evening, I was so mad at Kene and his silliness. We had been friends for almost three years, and for the first time, I wanted to board a public transport to his house, because I really wanted to scold him like a foolish child. I was going to confront him and I had rehearsed my lines a good number of times, and each time, new lines that soothe his silliness included themselves in my script paragraphs. It was 7 rupees for the three kilometres journey"
....that is the pipe that conserved the water of love and a divine visitation between a 75 years Indian handsome man and a 24 years African beauty queen who all her years in India, had always been disgusted by the attitude of most Indian men. The story turns upside down on meeting this man. You may like to find out what type of relationship they got into and how.