What you see are my struggles. The journey through dreams too. We have soared through the fire of our imagination. Soared too into the unknown. They other day, I asked someone if they would come along for the journey. They said no, not in words but action. I let them be, knowing soon, I would wear the symbols of victory. Is it not obvious, dreams, if dreamed could save us. When you have heard my story, learnt about my dreams, preserve its fruits for future generations.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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