THE BIRTH OF KWAME
A young girl of twelve had wandered very deep into the forests one day. She had gone there in search of firewood, which was becoming quite scare—not because of the tigers, but because of the V1B6F3 pathogen. She had not realized when she had stepped into the territory where the tigers were in charge. She was cold with fear when a big male tiger charged towards her at the speed of lightening. She almost passed out. However, instead of going for the swift kill and tearing her into pieces, as tigers would naturally do, this tiger grabbed the girl by her waist and dragged her further into the forest. The girl was by now overtaken by very close shadow of death in whose hands she was now, and upon whom her fate was inextricably dependent on. She barely breathed as the tiger d
