Original Writing I Am Homeless (To describe how being homeless would fell like for one night)

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‘I Am Homeless’ (To describe how being homeless would fell like for one night)

In Nigeria, I lived in an expensive mansion which you could see from a mile away. I had left the country to explore the world; I was a millionaire in Nigeria, but in Britain my Naira’s meant nothing.

I was left with the status if tramp, I will have to make do with the street corner and carrier bags. Luckily I stopped of near Asda, and got as many plastic bags as possible and found a golden coin which I used to get a trolley.

 I slept inside; it was comfortable then I thought, however it was cold that didn’t stop me from sleeping. Handling to sleep was the simple part, but hacking the cold was a mission… the constant shiver affecting me dearly.

I ever knew that birds could be so irritating; I was trying to sleep, but the audacity of the birds was what troubled me the most. They thought out of all people to poo on I was the fit candidate, whilst I am asleep pooing other me, it got me completely vexed. So I created a stick from a branch on the top of a tree, and hurled the sharp instrument straight into the cranium of the bird. I was rapturous about the death about my enemy. Climbing trees and killing birds brought attention to myself and ended up getting my trolley seized by the security guard in Asda.

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Loneliness wasn’t an issue, but finding I place to suitable place to sleep was like finding a needle in a haystack. Suddenly all I could think about was my mansion and my massive king-sized.

I woke up surrounded by dirt, cans, crisp packets, just general rubbish. I had just realised that I ended up sleeping in a bin. I sky was grey full of clouds, constant bangs of builders and their equipments, sound of near by traffic, children going to school, then … Bang. I heard gunshots, I then suddenly realised I was in the part of the ...

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