The Olodo People

Most days I feel like I'm everything and nothing, like I'm everywhere but nowhere, like I can have everything but have nothing. I feel a thousand lives with a thousand different possibilities; some sort of metaphysical complexity with unending conundrums and mysticism I'm every single person to ever exist; every farmer, chief, normad, priest, sharman, teacher, warrior, king, peasant, criminal and artist....I think my alternate realities are sexist cause I'm always a man, that much is simple, I always have a dick; albeit different forms, sizes and shapes. Parrallel to this dilemma is my existential oblivion I am nothing, neither psychologist nor engineer, entrepreneur or writer, a little bit of everything and but not enough to be anything, like the proverbial saying "Jack of all trades....". So in perpetual emptiness I stand  A void of a being The overwhelming nothingness of my existence Having nothing and being nothing Existing in this perpetual s...

Sometimes I don't feel Nigerian or even African I feel European; a well mannered Brit or a sophisticated Italian, a sexy Spaniard, or better yet a strong and tall Scandinavian Other times I'm a hermit living in some remote island off the coast of Crete, or a clergy in Rome I fancy myself a scholar most times; studying and researching relentlessly to improve human knowledge and quality of life A nomad in the middle east sounds exotic and mysterious But best of all a devout Muslim living in the Arabs I can see myself fresh off a Hajj, looking all pious and enlightened, O! Yes a Muslim, the kind with deep spirituality and wisdom rooted in the spirit of Islam and the Koran, always smiling and forever the pacifist On most days I'm nowhere, I'm neither here nor there Since I don't truly belong in any reality, I don't really think I actually exist I feel like some sort of high functioning mechanized mirage, existing in a form lower than all other creation, ...

You ever just feel like you exist in a different reality, one that's superimposed on this one; in this realm but not really in it, were nothing but mind and consciousness exists, a realm of thought and spirit. It's almost like I exist on this physical plane but I'm not really here and it gets so lonely because no one understands you like you'd want them to and you don't even know how to explain it even if you wanted to, so you just lose your self in the abyss of your oblivion. Some nights I lie in my bed and I'm so certain that there's another consciousness in this alternate reality of mine; maybe more than one Some days they're so far that I can barely register their subtle and almost unrecognizable presence On other days they're so close that I can almost touch their consciousness, but the harder I try the more they seem to be just out of my reach I call out with all the spirit I can muster but the silence is deafening and it feels like it ne...