I AM AN ALIEN TO SUMMER, AUTUMN, WINTER, SPRING, AND DEFINITELY A SUPER ALIEN TO SNOW

Written by: femi joey oloidi

It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or  holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either skate swiftly on the snowfall iced grounds.

I might be called a complicated bush man, for this. But I do not feel less aware intelligently or less creative to life affairs.

Because, I am wise enough to know,that it is the same heavens, that someone on the sea sees, that is the same view someone on land sees also. There might be difference in the atmospheric temperature, but the heavens will always remain a sky and not a scarf or scar.

I am an alien to summer, autumn, winter, spring and definitely a super alien to snow, but I am not an alien to hope, understand and experience, and surely my faith and hope of being in a snowy, summer and winter environment, shall never expire, this I known!

One day, I shall make summer my muffler of inspiration, 
autumn, my soulful air of perseverances and continuity to excellence,
While winter, will be my successful coolant, to fluid up the burning inspiration of my unborn books.

Till then, 
I shall humbly wait and boldly work on, sincerely to a fashionably attractive endeavour, till I completely erase the uncultivated feelings. 

And when I have achieved my crystal dreams of dancing to the summer breeze and clothing myself with snows, then I shall shake the sown feelings off, and start dreaming of visiting the moon.