Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

When the world is music and love and people, your ears would be open to people, their love and their music. I’m in a space where only listening to music will do. Only listening to those that birds play, and children sing, and heaven knows my soul needs to restore. We are also slowly setting up the stage. Soon, the grand finale would be unveiled, things that weighed us down would be released, those things that lack imagination and grit, so we soar to the skies above, like an evening star, radiant and loud, we will soar!