Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

That we have been engaging in a persistent struggle should be widely known. We have been riddled with struggles ever since we decided to mingle in the whispers of academic circles. The whole problem though seemed to be informed by two things. What we want, that is bigger than ourselves and what they want to satisfy for themselves. We did both, as best as we could, nurturing ourselves where we could, while ensuring the systems doesn’t sabotage us too. Our story is about, and among others things, our own dream, and the power to dream it our way. For the power has always resided in us. We know who we belong to. We know too that there will be noise everywhere. Those that maybe pleasant and those completely irrelevant. Like the moment the same people that ended a relationship ask to resume the same relationship they painstakingly ended. Today is indeed uncertain. Yet for tomorrow and always, all we have left is thick love and the power of grants. We are not silenced. We know the weight of our power. And this story, our story, will be passed on…