Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

If there is one thing I am keeping today, it’s to be like the iron man. We also know to fall. For how we begin, few know. If we are quiet, pray. Where we come from, no one knows. How far we have worked. That’s for us too. How we are built. Still we will keep to ourself. Except the fact that we belong to Onyelo. The name alone should be the beginning of wisdom. For who ever knows.

Then even as we stand. Even if we stand on a cliff as if on the brink of darkness, we expect a fall. Our silence, like the fall is for us. The wind will come and our head will turn however the wind blows. Our ears too will turn and our eyes will glow, big and wide for all to see. We will see and learn things about ourself that we have never known before. The wind will come strong and abrupt and cause us to falter. We have been here before. For one brief moment. We Fall. We let the wind see us fall. Let it see all the ways we sway forward and watch as all of us fall. And fall. Even if to nothingness, we fall. For when we rise. Even in silence, we rise.

We know how to put all our pieces together as we rise. We watch as you dwell in our glory. We created the glory too and will let it all crumble as we fall. Go ahead make your case as we gather ourselves. Know that the rise would be more spectacular than the fall. We have been here before. Kept all our moves to ourselves and those we know are our own. What they don’t know is what they should ponder like the iron man. We know more than we should know and as always we will fall and fall even if it means our rise is stellar and silent and long. Read this and know peace. Keep this fall, wait too for the rise. It’s coming…