Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Some people love me.

Not in moderation.

But the kind of love that will lift you up in the air if necessary.

Some people love me. Not in pieces, but love that keeps you full and whole.

Some people love me. The kind of love that requires you let it be known if only to them.

Some people love me and these days my arms are outstretched and my feet refuses the ground.

Not when some people love me and they call me Nnem…This life.