I haven’t always been a person who reads books for pleasure, but as you grow up the hunger for knowledge becomes more intense. So the first form of literature I read, voluntarily, was a book which had a collection of short stories. This book is called “From the pit of hell to the spring of life” by Daniel Kunene. It’s a book I got from my older brother whom after many failed attempts to get me to read, was somewhat glad to see that his advice did not fall upon deaf ears. Every sentence in this book has vivid adjectives which create some sort of visual imagery. So painting a picture on a blank canvas using nothing but words is what I’m going to attempt doing. The next two paragraphs will give you an encounter I had with a particular lady.