THE WASTEBINS: NOT A FICTION

Hi everyone I am @aowilson
This is my true life story scribbled for you.

THE WASTEBINS PART 1

Based on a true life story
"I can't come close to you, I will make you dirty sir", " Look at how glowing and adorable your suit looks, I do not want to stain it". These were my words to a man who has been telling me to come to his house.

A quick introduction, I am Willi and I grew up to discover that my citizenship by birth, I belonged to a city I call the Waste bins. Here in my city, everything looks good on the outside but very devastating in the inside. Very impure in the inside. People could be smiling with pains in their hearts. You could perceive the stench around if your nose is trained well. I mean, the most wealthy man here wears rags and about feeding? Well, we hardly eat over here.

But this man will not just let me be, I could beyond his looks that he doesn't belong here. He comes visiting the bins regularly and picks people who agree to follow him. We heard he is a king and has mansions he gives out freely to those who pay homage to him. Well, I don't know why this man is so interested in me.

I just picked a leftover bread that was thrown at the bins, fungi had grown visibly on it but I had no choice than to eat it,I haven't eaten for the past 23 days; my clothes are already in ruins, they have turned to rags that even a normal human being will not use as a rag.

I was really a mess, I was just still looking at the beauty and splendor of this man off when I got distracted by the rats who were always coming to eat my legs any time I tried to sleep. I haven't slept for many days now because anytime I try to, these rats come visiting, I think I was caught up in amazement how this man looked that I got lost in thoughts.

I remember one time, he was telling me that all those guys serving him were suppose to serve me too, he also said, and that I have a great house that has been built in my name, furnished and fully ready, only if I am to accept to follow him. He can't be serious, I didn't believe, all I did was to laugh at him, because, I wonder how you build a house with the name you don't know, I didn't even have a name.

Deep in my heart I am tired of this place, but I can't leave here because, I literally don't have anywhere to go. I began to have a feeling that this man wanted to just adopt me as one of his slaves. But, being a slave to this kind of man should be better than living here in the waste bins, I thought to myself after he kept persisting on me.

One day, as usual, he came again and said to me He loves me. I was dumbfounded by those words. "How can you love a filth like me?not just how, but why will you love a filth like me?" But those words sounded real to me, I saw hope in those words and for the first time after many pleas from him, I decided to hug him....

To be continued....