Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

They say all things dare, often disappear. But still we refuse to choose between death’s toll and death’s echo. The dead maybe dead our eyes are still sore. Deep pain remains. I but we refuse to dwell in death’s core. We also refuse to stop saying her name. The flame of her single name. We choose the safety of this claim, that whether today or yesterday, tomorrow or forever’s flow, her name shall remain. No one needs to understand, no one needs to know why. It’s is this history we care about, this victory we learn about, the one we make together, the one where cervical cancer is once upon a time, only this time, life must tell it as my end it.