Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Belle, just look at us and know the full extent of your peace. Between me and life, there is quite a lot of things to do. An extra trip or so to a place where cacti dwell. A day’s trip around a city that never sleeps. Where one is at peace is very important. Especially when your soul knows the source of your song. Do take note and not forget to live life with ease, to spend a little time by a lagoon or linger gingerly by in a place where cacti dwell. I am your eyes and who else but I your own lamp, can light your way to the world. Your peace must not be in peril. Or how could life be lived so your eyes see how lizards dwell in a city that never sleeps. For life, I promise you nothing easy, nothing only full of ease. You must have something to live for. We survive on things that bring distress too. Those things that remind us of the day the winds called our name.