Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Here, people come together. Call it culture, call it a festival, but here, people come together, whether the wind blows or the the trees bend, whether the sun and its moon explodes or the stars refuse to twinkle at night, still here, people come together, whether it rains or snows, whether absolute or flawed, whether our salvation for their bliss, here people come together, and everything else, including, children follow.