Something snapped in Adejare, and it isn’t her bra strap. It is her long-practiced silence. After 28 years of practicing to be the perfect Christian woman her mum had trained her to be, an almost all-blows hot afternoon with an Agbero in a Danfo, shakes down the persona she had carefully crafted. Her faith is on the line, so is her marriage, her job and her sanity. One question; how will she navigate being the proclaimed virtuous woman amidst the insanities of the streets, of Lagos?