Prologue

Mira: If you stick long with me, past all my walls and defenses. I just might show you the part of life you never knew existed. Believe me, it will leave you speechless, practically yearning for breath. It will consume you, a burning sting, yet you won't want to leave because the fire will be all too beautiful and the pain even more. That's if you stay long enough to be consumed. Remember when I told you, that you would be In fire and love the smell of your skin burning in flames.

Emeka; Thee yearns for fire in as much as the fire is set up by a beautiful soul.

Its like being offered a desert in the palace of a king on the Royal dinning of a Monarch.

Breaths seize, jaws are broken, the eyes keep the gaze and the heart remains in a sober panting all in the wish that such fire is never put off.

Remember our heated arguments on the beauty of love nnė, such fires can only be set up by love.

You can damn everything, willing to let go a Harvard Scholarship and defile all odds of limitations just in a bid to proof that your heart is willing to be consumed by this fire and happy to perceive the burning of ones skin in the wake of its joys. 

I've opened up my heart to be consumed by this flame in as much as the fuel and the lighter are yours.