Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

My destiny is mine. It has always been from the day I was named Isioma. It’s the reason why I resign from places and people who keep me stale. It’s the reason why dreaming is a form of resistance to me. See where you are obsessed with one grant or one class, I’m on to the next. Some people thought by claiming what was mine as their own, they would have the last laugh. What they didn’t know was that I would own all of the experiences, the good, the bad, the ugly of my time with them. What they didn’t know was that they would also propel me to my finest hour, one where dreaming with grants is like rest for my soul. So we are at it again, this time, our way, with a circle of dreamers, for whom, I will give my all, so they fund their dreams, like Beyoncé did with her Renaissance tour. For them and only them, the next five weeks, come see what time and energy looks like with a grant writing program that is focused on helping them fund their dreams. Who said, grant writing can’t be like dreams? For me, they are…