Actually there is a little more to this story than the caption. I dabbled at gardening last year when I lived in California, and my pride and joy was this graceful plant with slender leaves and bright purple flowers. I got very attached to it, because it was one of the only plants I managed not to kill. I noticed after a while that the flowers only lasted a few hours: they bloomed in the morning and fell off the plant in the afternoon, but there were many flowers on the plant every single day. I never thought I’d find it in Congo, but lo and behold, I see it everywhere, and this one grows on the side of a walkway where I run English conversation classes on Saturdays. My master plan is to have a tiny triangular office built for myself in a corner of the school. The office will be big enough for a desk and a couple of chairs, and I’ll paint purple flowers all over the outside wall and plant about 20 of these plants all around the building.