Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Even today, we had to take a walk to clear our head, about how we made this all happen. Our minds are clear. We are stronger. We are better. When we look back, we wonder how, how did we make it this far and still without losing anything? How did all the ruckus from the beginning still lead to where we are still in awe of all we have been able to do despite all the troubles. The troubles alone, not being the point. The point being, even troubles will not overwhelm you. A thousand may fall around you, ten thousands and you will still be spared.

Supposed we didn’t think, with the right people, we call our village. Suppose we didn’t have support as sterling as the thoughtful and kind people around us that fateful night, what would have become of us. We wanted to go low. We could have gone low. But we had a village. Minds more brilliant than anything. They chose a higher route. We listened and they were right. All they disclosed, all they shared, that fateful night beneath stars, the silence, the slow breathing, the deep thinking, I could go on and on, they were there through the night. Some taught us how to breathe. Close your eyes they said, inhale, hold it, exhale, let it go. We will sleep and do what we to do because we have each other.

We am the history of survival. The history of silence. The history of peace. The history of zeniths. The history of deep thinking. The history of slow breathing. Though we were the problem they sought to eliminate. We are not easily eliminated. It’s not in our genes. Our name alone, means, knowledge groomed through fire. Our freedom, our dreaming, our persistence, even our peace now following a time when things seemed impossible, may very well cost them their existence.