Such a shame. Truly.

Today, I received the news that my pitch didn’t make it to the final five. And yet, this year, my proposal was so much stronger than last time. And the timing? Almost poetic—just two days after our school gave the green light to start reforesting in February 2026.

Disappointed? Sure. But discouraged? Not a chance.

Because here’s the thing: this project, this vision, this #vlinderwoud, doesn’t depend on competitions or selections. It doesn’t wait for approval. It grows. It spreads its wings.

So, Love Tomorrow, I’ll be there. Again. I’ll listen, I’ll learn, and in 2026, I’ll submit my pitch once more. But by then? By then, the body of the butterfly in Katenga will be there—whether Justdiggit joins or not.

The topography? I’ll map it out myself if I have to. The wings? I’ll carve them with my own hands, pickaxe in hand—stubborn as ever. I may not be able to replicate the refined techniques of Lignaverda, but the outlines? Those, I will trace.

Maybe Louis De Jaeger will help shape the butterfly’s head. And yes, Inge Neven, VITO might get another year of reprieve, I will place dew nets instead. They may resemble the antennae of a moth, but let me be clear: there will be no moth eating away at my belief in this project.

This isn’t just an idea anymore. It’s happening.

Love Tomorrow, see you on the 24th. And still, always, thank you for this platform of inspiration and innovation. In Gambia, your name will be spoken often.