Mr. Okechuku (Bature) had chosen to be unknown

He preferred to be unsung and rarely seen, choosing 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 within 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 attempting 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?