Artist. Black. Nigerian. Woman. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Writer. Poet. Counsellor. Community Organizer. Visual Storyteller.
Some days the recycling bins are almost empty. Some days there’s cardboard where there should be metal. When the recycling bins overflow and nothing is misplaced, I’m given a little hope that I’m doing a part. One of many. Small in the vastness of everything. Small but mighty. One like thousands. Many ones form billions. And that’s worth strengthening. Maybe the oneness in sustaining this Earth in bits and pieces is what will save us all.