Every Tuesday, Mama Tess visits a Nairobi market to buy exactly ten pineapples, stirring curiosity among locals. Wrapped in bright kitenge and silence, she carries out her ritual with quiet precision. Otis, a nosy teen, suspects something strange and follows her, uncovering oddities. Unknown to others, Mama Tess plants the pineapples in her hidden garden, each fruit a tribute to her late daughter, Nalia. As the pineapples decay, ethereal white flowers bloom in their place—delicate and glowing. The ritual is her way of grieving, remembering, and possibly reaching for something beyond time, wrapped in quiet mystery and soft magic.