Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

My dreams are long and continuous. They cannot be separated from my every day life. Some days are ragged. Take the last three weeks of questions around funding global health. Other days are coarse. Take too the lack of stance on supporting global health. Still I know it will take everything to silence voices external, who will never understand the dreams. To them say this, that every single thing happening now is all part of the plan. For us who know the master’s house, we know too its tools will never dismantle it. Rather we speak not only with our voice but with a collective who know the value and constraints of the masters house. We know we can never build our own house with its tools. Not when we have our own. If you are Black and woman and in academia, I hope you know to have your own art for survival, something that helps you do more than survive. Use it, whatever it maybe, to remain the person you are yesterday, today, and tomorrow for Nkiruka, Nkemjika. Then continue the long conversation we all need to still have that, global health is not our junior brother, it should be decolonized and it really matters.