Jesse Ojuka

I might be one of the only people telling the complete truth. And what do I get, cats waking me up at five am and a wren building a nest in the gutters. The annoying part is that even the wood of the ship is beginning to compromise and even the brightest month was full of rain and soak. If it works, well done. If it doesn’t, another dream in the landfill dump. I don’t understand, surely I could have been someone else. Everything is relative and another pringle also has cracks but objectively, this is a painful back scratch and pouch to carry. Inertia is the only thing that keeps us moving which isn’t even true. All of this is written on a bed of love. Currently numb.