Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

Fear stood tall before them, a canyon carved deep into the earth, guarded by a fragile rope bridge that swayed with every whisper of the wind. The villagers gathered at the edge, their eyes filled with doubt, their hearts heavy with silence. Among them stood one soul, trembling yet resolute. Their hands shook as they reached for the rope, but their gaze was steady. Courage was not the absence of fear it was the choice to step forward despite it. The first plank creaked beneath their foot.