Who Is This Man?

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He was hardly noticed by the masses of people that passed him every day preoccupied by their small insignificant lives. In their eyes, he was just a ragged and dishevelled old man burdened down by the sorrows and ills of life as he moved amongst them carrying the few possessions he owned in this hypercritical world, listening to their boring and pathetic but sometimes exciting and overrated conversations. Sometimes he could even read their most private thoughts by looking into their empty minds’ eyes.

Other times, he was admired, respected and almost worshipped as if he was the Greek god Adonis or a rock star or the most desired film star. He walked with confidence and charisma dressed in his long black coat and chiselled toned body rippling through his clothes, making the most headstrong, influential and successful business woman mesmerised by his radiant and enraptured beauty.

 

When he was the old man, he was ridiculed, harassed and dismissed by those who seemed offended by his presence and odour when he tried to make light conversation. They were in return, despised in his eyes, human beings, upright animals, scavengers, who thought they were better than him and were perfect but yet led miserable lives.

 

But when he was the young man, he was desired and the essence of every woman’s dream. He could make them do absolutely anything through the manipulation of their minds, the kiss of his lips and the sweet caress of his hand against their soft and warm skin as they crowded around him in the night clubs drinking expensive champagne and moving to the exotic music, giving them the very one thing that would open up treasures untold.

 

The human race could never understand or begin to appreciate the magnitude of his life story. It was beyond their comprehension and reasoning. They were blinded by their own self-pity, like the blind leading the blind into a bottomless pit. Just a whisper or a suggestion was all it took for him to steer them in the direction he wanted them to go.

 

He could also be anything or anyone he desired. A politician, an actor, a psychologist, a magician, a local policeman, a dictator, a child, a contradiction, a drug, a terrorist, a controlled chaos, a peace activist, a suicide thought, a kind deed. He had the power to do all these and more.

 

If people knew the depth of his persona, they would come to the conclusion that he led a dysfunctional life, a deranged individual who was one person one moment and another, the next, a schizophrenia who couldn’t differentiate between reality and fiction but he was so much more. Much more than anyone could ever think or apprehend.

 

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