After the ceremony, he walked out infuriated, pours out half from the wine in the earthen ware and presented the plain white wrapper unstained-this was evidence for her shame. He had promised to live with her till death but it hinged on her hymen being intact. What he called flower a few minutes ago seemed to be trash. He forgot that times will change. He forgot that her pride was never in those clothe. This is me watching from the 21st century, hear my thought-life still revolves in a circle, and in Africa, this revolution steals the essence, i.e. chastity.