Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Her words were power. I lived by them. The idea for example of living militant dreams of showing folks how things should be done is at the heart of why I write here every day. Part distraction, part invitation, all a reflection that my story will always be mine, always unfold in ways that are mine for I am Onyelo’s daughter. So of course I dream militant dreams of showing folks how things should be done. But the second stanza, of waking and digging deep within, is me in its fullest force. I dig and dig in ways words defy. Do your worst, in fact try me and you will always see a different force, one whose power is nestle in  a divine being for whom I am truly blessed to call his own. This digging is the reason why my ways are always natural and of a woman doing natural things like dreaming, like becoming a revolution, one that transcends time and space and people and thought. This to me is the power that makes me face the rising sun, knowing a new day is always beginning. Today we begin a new day and in honor of your life, your ease, your being, your everything, I pray you rest, rest in peace Nikki Giovanni. You did your best, and this natural woman will keep on being a revolution.