Jesse Ojuka

Sometimes I like to imagine what would happen if money was to stop to exist.
The world would wake up from its most deep trance. The trickster. The biggest things we can’t see. It would be like billions of people being released from a death sentence. I imagine we’d be more willing to hug a stranger. I don’t make any money right now so my life wouldn’t change much directly. But I guess more people would step into my world. There would be a boom in creativity. There would be an increase in quality in the jobs that don’t disappear as people would become intrinsically motivated. Perhaps that’s just a bandage over greed but it makes us ask the question. I imagine the parks would be a sea of picnics and the birds would wonder why the humans are smiling so much. All of a sudden, the accountants would look to me for answers. There would be more silence of serenity. There would be more children. I would have more children. The nozzle. I imagine suit and ties would disappear. Putin and Obama would play golf. What would the new currency be. Perhaps generosity, perhaps we’ll trade in ideas. What would happen to racism. What would happen to hypergamy. What would happen to the royal family. Oh, I’m far better at asking questions.