Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

If you ask me which blessings are wild, I may speak of the day I smiled next to a lion, moments where my walk was straight and confident, the day we held hands in the sight of many stands tall, so too the moment we laid eyes on a country life. Something’s have forced me to meander and explode, others have left me dreaming with rage, yesterday I saw a baby bird whistling for his mother, plus his mother looking for food, but none of them come close to the day my soul was nourished, the day I passed through fire, glistening like rubies. There is nothing I will not bear for that day. Keep this.