There was this day i was so overjoyed, i ran into the shower, had my bath and sang a lot of songs to the tunes of my melody knowing fully well that my voice will be amplified enough for "public hearing" but ill never give it a try in church rather ill love to be on the piano. I slipped and fell, face flat, i stood up laughing with hard pains going down my nerves and frosty tears clouded in my eyelids. My mummy called and in a quest to rush up and catch where we were billed to go to, i " happily " picked up the rag of the bathroom which happens to be an old towel, as an African we will sure improvise we had a mopstick and can but we rarely used it rather we felt comfortable with the rag and if youre an African you know how uniquely weird we could be sometimes, i used this towel to clean myself ignorantly and i felt so refreshed I'd bet that i was the cleanest human at that very point in time, i really did my day's work with vigour and strength not knowing what has befallen me, on realising this later in the night i felt so dirty owing to my rag towel and till today it is neither a towel nor a rag which changednits state to a normal piece of cloth cause the experience itself didnt make me ever think such "fabric" was worth handling.
