Imagine being the hope that is not split by time. Imagine being the seeds of light. Imagine being born of this earth. Imagine being the center of beginnings. Imagine triumphing over night. Imagine all this as you remember who first planted the seed. It’s been years with you gone but every 8/6 is a reminder that we are not alone, not when we imagine this life still with you. Rest in peace Papa.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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