Joshua Hightech

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Hey, I’m Joshua Olaiya, and I’m building stories that make you think.

I write powerful, thought-provoking storybooks — both real and fictional — inspired by science, history, space, AI, robotics, and the future of technology.
Some stories are based on real events. Others are creative reimaginings of the world we live in or could be living in. All of them are made to educate, entertain, and expand your mind.

But this isn’t just about stories.
This is part of a bigger vision.

I’m also building a tech company focused on drones, rockets, and emerging technologies for Africa.

To bring that dream to life, I’m working on my first MVP (Minimum Viable Product) — and writing these books is one of the ways I fund it. Every story, every chapter, every idea shared here is part of something much bigger.

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The Man Who Woke Up With 12 Different Personalities—In One Day.... Yep, that's me.

It started like any other morning.

I opened my eyes, stretched, and sat up on the edge of my bed. But something felt… off. I wasn’t sure what, at first. My room looked the same. My phone buzzed with notifications like usual. But as I stood up and walked to the mirror—I didn’t recognize the look in my eyes.

That’s when the first switch happened.

One second I was brushing my teeth, the next—I was pacing the room furiously, ranting to myself about global conspiracies and how the government was using toothpaste to control thoughts. I didn’t believe it. But he—that version of me—did.

Ten minutes later, I was calm again. Confused. I sat on the floor, hugging my knees like a child. And for the next twenty minutes, I was five years old—terrified of the shadows in the corners of my room and crying for a mother I hadn’t called in weeks.

Then boom. I snapped out of it. I stood up, adjusted my shirt like a CEO in a boardroom, and began giving a fake motivational speech to an imaginary audience in my closet. Power stances. Eye contact. Applause in my head. I even bowed.

By noon, I had cycled through four personalities. A chef who hated eating. A fashion designer with a French accent I didn’t know I could fake. A soldier barking orders at no one. And a hopeless romantic writing letters to an ex I’ve never even dated.

I remember sitting on my couch trying to Google what was happening to me—but halfway through typing, I turned into an obsessive cleaner. I scrubbed the kitchen sink so hard I broke the sponge. Then I cried over it like I’d lost a friend.

My neighbor knocked to check on me—said she heard yelling. I opened the door and greeted her as a stand-up comedian. Made three jokes in a row, bowed again, and closed the door in her face with a grin. I don’t even like stand-up.

At exactly 5:01 p.m., I became a poet. Calm. Gentle. I spoke softly and kept whispering, “The mind is a room with twelve doors.” I wrote that phrase 34 times in a notebook I’ve never used before.

By 7:00 p.m., I was fully convinced I was a spy. I destroyed my SIM card, spoke only in codewords, and tried to climb out the window using a blanket.

Then it all stopped.

Just like that. At 11:59 p.m., I blinked—and I was me again. The real me. Or so I thought.

The next morning, I woke up terrified to open my mouth, unsure who would speak.

And somewhere deep inside me… I heard a voice whisper, “Door number thirteen is now open.”

I still don’t know what triggered it. Stress? Trauma? A broken part of my brain no doctor can find?

All I know is—I went to bed as one person… and lived twelve lives in one day.



(fiction)