*fatherly look* go on...

so, so, so following this, am not a fan of this kind of stories cos they prick my anger buh dis one has mi eye to mi screen. up Jide!!!

It's the era of boredom's day
In the morning I seldom play;
So chores unnecessary i seek,
Even if they could be suspended one more week.
To my guardians i seem diligent and meek.
The activities of the morning so far,
Leaves my mind quite ajar.
In idleness I wonder
My limbs their pleas tender
Of this idleness I must put asunder.
Out i go for a walk
Hoping for a dame to stalk
The aimless trek covers my feet with sand and loam
Self imposed tiredness brings me to my comfort foam.

exactly what are y'all fellas thinking

beycitee: oh i see........maybe u should change the title den.

no p instead ild just start another story cos this one was designed to end d way it did. workin on somthing else, i shud upload it this evenin or tmao evenin.

yess boss am done... except you want a part two, the title said an unclad day... thats a day narrated there, writing more than that would be a violation of the title.

yes people, am done with my storu all comments and criticism are well come. i really need ur opinion...

Yes people am done with my story all comments and criticism are welcome

thanks for the encouragement. updates comin right up, after the break

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hey readers pls leave comments and suggest if i should continue. thank you.

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The bell of inspiration jingles and only those with a certain hear can hear it. Many struggle and fight internal wars, endless as they may seem just to get that content, word, message, that they need. All that ends the strife is the bell of inspiration. Once heard the rest comes like the biblical statement. So i seek to hear this bell, when it rings, how will i know? here's how.

An angelic sight... Oh! true beauty! the feeling that engrosses the head at the sight of ones lover, a sensation, strong enough, it could cure madness, a figure that makes you wonder if angels have freshly fallen from heaven to tempt man, because if they have boy have i sinned! Such perfection that while staring you walk of your pedestrian path and into the gutter only to come out and still struggle to see if you could catch one more glimpse of such artistry by the wonderful creator.

For the more sorrowed ones, a pitiful sight could ring the bell for them. The sight of grime-loving, poo-eating, gutter-sleeping, scary infants crying for milk from the supposed bosoms of the woman; the saggy lump of skin can no longer hang on to the rest of the skeletal structure they call a mother.

Or the sight of a former human being, he no longer reasons like you and i, he roams the street with a signature hair style "Dada".

Hunger could also expose the broad nature of mans imagination especially in a country like ours, one has to start making use of this self-imposed natural resource before it goes to waste. When one wakes up to the alarm of H CL eating away ones stomach walls, one resumes the day in pains. With extinguishing the nauseating pain the only thing on ones mind, one resolves to creating life threatening meals. For example garri and paw paw, orange and soured stew, garri and fanta, or incomplete meals like: okro and stew, rice and salt, garri and water, or just water and water, depending on how ones riches can carry.

The loss of a friend could inspire, the thought of not see her again, the witnessing of the burial where only her age mates are allowed to attend because the parents are not to see such, the tears, wailing, the "had she known's", the permanent goodbyes, and the hope to meet her again.

These provocative slaps to the heart of ,man could bring out the best expressions of what you feel. They leave impressions so deep the best way to let it out and savor the moments therein is to write. But ultimately, you could get the owner of all knowledge, the omniscient, the only one that can give life to a dead brain and speak words of wisdom to an otherwise foolish ear, our most revered Holy spirit.