I’m glad that most people misunderstand me. It gives me the opportunity to be creative and unpredictable. It also gives me the added option of turning an unexpected broadside on unwitting trouble-makers. The joy of seeing their faces- the jaws dropping, the angry eyes and the furrowing of the brow; I think that is enough to make my day. “I can’t believe Yoshua could have said that!” whether it was for good or for bad.

I’m not as ‘holy’ or ‘godly’ as some people perceive me to be. Nor am I as perverted or hypocritical as others might believe. I can remain invisible and insoluble to most, as you will only know me based on how much I divulge.

As most would know, things are not that complicated. Or are they?