Jesse Ojuka

Ideas shoot into my head from the sky like invisible asteroids shot down from Heaven. The rock inside me grows into a boulder of confidence. My faith is colossal. If something chooses to pass me by, it is not for me. As long as I do my best with pure intention and a pure purpose. Blissful breeze will blow into my sails and glide me through my journey. 

The boy was relentless and focused. It was as if he had a reality distortion field around him at all times that shielded him from the fears of the average person. Failure was a friend to him that gave him advice and success. Opinions were silent and harmless kittens. A grin grew on his face when his heart raced.  

Mercurial in nature, he dealt the mood he was in. The mood dealer. A happy room when he was happy. A mine field when he was in gloom. I must admit, at times I thought he was crazy. I had never met anyone so utterly immersed in their own world. Completely consumed by their dreams and aspirations. He was deeply obsessed. Many people have dreams they never confess out of senseless shame. Others profess each and every one of their dreams, only to never take a first step. But him on the other hand, he did it. Every moment I saw him, he was doing something or about to do something. I knew his silence was not timid. 

It was solace. 

From the outside, it looked as if his life was a gift. You know those people that seem to have everything. The looks, the charm, the ambition. He was prey to envy. But I knew there was more to him. A sad truth beneath the shine. What can satisfy such a man. A man who doesn’t delight in being luckier than most. A man whose standards he himself can’t even reach. A man who is bored in the company of most and would rather be left by himself. His hunger and genius cursed him to forever be alone. They say no one is more alone than those at the top of a mountain. After growing up with such a man, I believe they’re right.