Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

when I feel lost, i like to go home, to where the skies are grey, warm and smile. i’ll stand in the room where mama died, pray too where Papa slept. she sang of ways to surrender all. he did as well. i mentioned earlier that i feel lost at times. yet whenever i’m unsure of which road to take, I’ll take any that will lead me home, any that will be kind to my soles, any that will help me sing of ways to surrender my soul. 

We are on the verge of bringing this down. The home we grew up at. It’s been abandoned for a while. Say 15 years since Papa died. It’s coming down and I went to take one last look. It’s time. Still I’ll like to never forget this space, never forget the memories, never forget to surrender all, like mama did. They say home is where the heart is always. Here in the house, I will forever be at home.