Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

I have known something of the fight some speak off. I still remember what it’s like to be called Osodieme. I knew once we heard those words, this fight would be more than personal. That day is forever etched in my mind like something of the dark people speak off. It’s not that eyes can’t see, or a hope is unfamiliar, like a faraway landscape, just the belief of things unseen, Iike journey from a caterpillar to a butterfly, is the thing that hammers determination, that maybe this time, miracles do happen, to those in the dark, those hopeful, those prepared to fight, those who know tomorrow’s fog is unkind yet me lean in.