When the call came incessantly, Pius acceded and drafted plan to see him in a more mechanical way. The meeting point was at the best restaurant situated at the heart of the city, very unique in its way and the best place for such meeting. The beauty of the entire city was packed along this street. It was the attention of all, the first port of call to top musician and singers, politicians and models. That morning it was overcast by damp cloud and it drizzled intermittently and held some business and social activities hostage. The place too was admired for it noiseless nature with the best security outlet in offer. It had two gets for in and out. It was a place where evil could be processed, carried out with no trace of it. It harbored the most hardened criminals and prostitutes. Yet, it also had places where things good could be discussed and where religious people do some preaching.
          That afternoon he came in walking slowly and looking face to face to people who were already seated. He spotted him at a bar in that Elizabeth Garden, having a good time for himself with the list in menu he had subscribed on the long list of African dishes. Another look at the garden shows the place as a neat and beautiful by African standard. It would compete strongly as the place with highest density of beer drinkers. Men and women of all sizes and class sat and looked at any face that came in. the girls who were mostly prostitutes could stand walk around to show buttocks and sit looking lustfully at their prey. They hear in whispers, in gestures. Men were always careful on how they move their hands or else they pay for service that was not rendered. Music blares at deafening tempo and pitch from the beers stall. The music was at all description a healing to the nerve and ever good to the ear. These first-class people who came visiting here binges in alcohol and meat all night and day they were present.
          Business was carried on daily in this part of the city that everyone knew it exists. 
          Uka was seated. He was more handsome now, at his prime, not up to forty by age and a little less than thirty-five. It was time to be called a man; a time to be handsome and prove what one is. He had studied hard in England without a confidant or a friend. That was the capstone of his life; a time had achieved everything he thought achievable. Serious and eager he came through university and moved among the crowd of the indifference in the seclusion of his shyness. It was African way. Those who want to strike first class behave poorly until they achieve what they want. He had shed off all resemblance of his former self which he inherited from Mr. Zack. He had blown to full fledge adult with all characteristics and stood six feet and some inches tall, triangle nose and high cheekbone. Dressed in well cut London suit and a more look at him would see that he was answering the call of old age than his mates. Great learning had aged him greatly.
          Pius majestically walked in the shed, the little hut provided and sat just like any other guest. He was poorly arranged by his movement and suspicious. Not minding the hot sun, he was putting on a grey suit with sleeveless shirt and a jean trouser. He goggled his eyes and held a stick of cigarette that he was smoking to ashes while waiting him.  He had pale eyes that gave him mean, shallow and hard description, with four or five day’s stubble on his chin. No one would see him and be at ease with him. He could be termed anything; a rubber, an assassin, a fellow gang, a cultist in waits to carry out plans.
          “You are welcome. Look at what we have now from our list”.  The receptionist said standing and holding the list. She is truly pretty to make any man laugh and admire, but not for the mean face of Pius, she could not soften his face.
          Pius did not exhibit the usual aggression of his nature. That afternoon was very good. He exhibited soft-spokeness, quietness and unassuming. He smiled at her looked at her again, cut out the ashes on his cigarette and adjusted himself.
          “Don’t worry” he said in gesture.
          Without hesitation and much persuasion and questioning, which was usual for such receptionist, she walked away gently.
          Uka fixed on him and ran down his eyes on him. Pius looked up and flashed his eyes at him. Eye to eye. They might have something in common.