Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I love the lit corners of her melodies. They remind of why you can’t be hard to a hard world forever. You might as well dance like the sun through the morning mist. And meet life’s screams with your own thundering roars. If you can’t stop the rain, you might as well let it pour and soak you deep. Then rest in the ministries of the sound of Madame Kidjo.

All of this is what it means to be in her presence. I met her once in Senegal and our chance meeting had remained a full filled experience that keeps me smiling every time I see or hear her sing songs with a sense of grace. As I prepare to meet life’s next chapter how ever it chooses to write itself out, I am taking the spirit and sounds of Madame Kidjo all the way.