Mr. Okechuku (Bature} had chosen to be unknown, unsung and rarely seen preferring the reclusive and the hermitic, but one chilly harmattan morning changed all that. It took the visit of a rapacious land lord to throw Bature into a tailspin of reminiscence, musings and regrets culminating in an epic often convoluting dialogue dwelling on what was, what is and what next in the African continent where leadership is about every other thing but inspiration, vision and motivation. Restrained by self censorship, he ruminates on issues of everyday life in many aspects of human existence in a completely dysfunctional system. Relying on rich African humour, satire and deep African adage couched in adult language, Bature tries to keep his sanity by trying to justify all that could be justified but the question continues to linger in his mind; why is Africa completely lost on the podium of honour?