Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I am captivated by things simple like rainy days, moments gentle like kiss on your check from your child, memories eternal, like the rise after a rise, and days of delight, like pint of ice-cream with those you adore. If this 27th day, of the ninth month, of the year 2024 would be art, I hope you see me standing, tall, unwavering, and with legions like beautiful black birds, holding me up, against the fiercest of storms, reminding us that life is like kolanuts, your people are all you need.