Jesse Ojuka

It’s beginning to spook me.
The number of strangers that I meet in work
that tell me
after a few short moments of conversation
That I’m special
From an old lady in her eighty’s named Joan
To a man is his sixties named Eugene
They all tell me the same thing.
How come people that I’ve never met, who have never met each other, tell me so
I met woman named Kelly today
She was wearing a shirt that said ‘be the best version of yourself’
After short conversation where she joked that I could use the shirt as an excuse to look at her tits.
She was wishing me well, then suddenly stopped herself to say
“I already know you’re going to succeed”