Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I imagine somethings can be bold and urgent. Yesterday I started to write about my grandmother’s death. It’s been 27 years and still if feels like it was yesterday. They say never let your knowledge of anything keep you from your nurturing of core things. So, that same yesterday, I sat and listened to dreams that can only be described as eloquent for a future of innovation we all want for the public and their health. I sat mesmerized, hoping it wasn’t a dream and still it wasn’t. I didn’t have to give up anything. This moment choose me. They say you should never have to choose between your dreams and your life. Why not have both. Anything is possible. A poet and a researcher. A poet and a president. Leopold Senghor will forever be my muse. We don’t have to choose. We can do both. I understand the purpose of my past clearly. Yesterday showed me why we had to exit and do so in a manner that can only be described as chaos. It was for tomorrow. I understand words and their meaning, poetry and their feelings and still choose to heal all differences this way. My might and power chooses to dwell on humanity for its power and might, like the gift of these lives, I remain privileged to call my own…