Image Source: Pixabay Fire burned raucously. Untamed and wild it grew; but I waited. An inch, I didn't move. The voice of storm, rowdy; like a mortar, it was pounding. Thunderous as it may, I didn't shift

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So, my friend Tolu did a little thing that got my attention today. ''Kunle'' he said. ''You know I can give a fifty-word poem and it will capture how life should be lived?''. Although, I didn't get it