"I don't pose. If I posed for everybody who have asked to take my photo, I wouldn't get anywhere. There are probably photos of me all over the world."
Bevin, whose acquaintance I made at our local communal gardens, had uttered these words in a matter-of-factly, but gentle manner. "Go ahead, take the photo" he added, and waved me good-bye. Too bad he was in a hurry, I feel that there's something more to Bevin than just amazing dreadlocks.