Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

One year ago, we sat and watched as a people gathered on grounds we called home and prayed for us, thanked God for us, and insisted that everything good will come for us. They will never know how their prayers went on passed the grounds they prayed on through to the heavens above for a city built on a hill for Ani ka mmadu. Their faith held us through the bitterness and straight up hot mess that was the year we choose to dream our way, even as time and three days led us away from all we once knew was familiar. When we speak of being grounded, we know that Ani ka mmadu.

We had wished we could watch them pray again this year as they gathered once again on the grounds we call home, to pray for us, thank God for us and still insist that everything good will come our way again. Only this time we write these words, in their fullness, in their faithfulness, saying as loudly as we can, Amen.v