What are your Fears?
The morning was mildly warm with this teary dry breeze, tickling the leaves of the trees in the neighbourhood on that Thursday. It was one of the happy holidays when school was on recess. And after hurriedly finishing the chores, yours sincerely went out to holiday. The thought of riding a bicycle was exciting. So, I mounted one troublesome 'buzanga' bicycle to have a ride on that day. This was after bargaining with the owner who was hiring the bikes, for my choice of the newest mountain bike. But he won't release that bike, because my little savings for the week, couldn't meet the fee the guy was charging for hiring the mountain bike. So, I reluctantly settled for the other tired but resilient 'buzanga' bike. I moved on the newly shaved feeder road linking the town to the hospital city and hastily paddled the bike to gather speed, I needed to climb down the hill. Just when I was about climbing down the small hill at the outskirt of the city, a