It was at that time of the day when the sun was almost at it’s zenith. Man, trees, plants, shrubs, herbage and flowers, animals, insects, birds, and especially the Bannerman’s Turaco were slowing withdrawing into their sacrosanct recesses. Perhaps to conserve vital energy for this intermittent period of the day. There were also no shrill cries of the cicadas at this period of the day. Time, space and distance were enveloped in a hazy agreement of silence and tranquillity.

The iridescent glimmer and splendor of the sun’s reflected rays were strewn upon the vast land like an endless ocean of pollen dust which shimmered and glowed, the glory and benediction of which was extraordinarily profound to the visual senses. Any little movement of the winds, prompted a wavery gleaming motion of the immense ocean of green leaves and blooming flowers that were omnipresent all over the land. Their red, blue, white, violet, orange, marigold, exotic purple, and opalescent symphony of colors, chorusing in explosive hues and tone variations.