Pius Adesanmi, Goodnight My Friend..!

By Adeola Aderounmu

In 2010, 9 years ago Pius wrote to me never to give up writing.

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PROFESSOR PIUS ADESANMI, His last post on the social media.

 

So l am going to do just that. l will continue to write especially about Nigeria.

Pius left this world very untimely along with all the other flyers on that ill-fated Ethiopian Airline flight from Addis Ababa that crashed 6 minutes after take off whilst on the way to Nairobi.

It was a very unfortunate incident that will cost Africa several years to recover from. Many people on that flight were giants in their respective fields and you just need to look at the list to appreciate and understand the magnitude of the global loss. Children were on the flight too and it was a very sad day for the world.

l lost my friend Pius. Pius Adesanmi’s profile is too big to be encapsulated on my tiny blog and so l beg you to do an internet search to find out about him.

He was the director of studies at the Institute of Africa Studies, Carleton University in Canada.

Pius was an award winning author, a writer, a columnist and a rare gem in all ramifications.

He wrote to me first about 10 years ago encouraging me to keep writing and telling me that my content were powerful and impactful. At that time, the name Pius Adesanmi did not mean anything to me. But gradually, with time l began to realise how BIG and IMPORTANT Pius was in the academic world and the impact of his message sank in.

We chatted a few times and he even wanted to meet up when he came to Denmark at some point. But poor me, l was at the countryside and didn’t bother about my mails at that time. We missed each other and never met.

I was in Nigeria in 2018 at about the same time as he was. But when l travelled back to Sweden, he was in Nigeria and l got to know about it because he had an accident that was in the news. It was a fatal accident but he survived.

8 months later, and this!

We have lost a true son of Africa. The world had lost a global citizen. Please find time to read more about Pius, he was a jolly good fellow and l will misss him for as long as l live. I will miss our sincere chats and common views about creating a Nigeria devoid of mediocrity, corruption, intellectual laziness and ineptitude.

He wrote to me: DON’T GIVE UP!

I will never give up.

aderounmu@gmail.com

 

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Publisher Wanted For “A Mother’s Agony”

We could still have been happy just having each other and the children. She spoke out her thought as if Giorgio sat in the car with her. It was just an illusion. She wept unconsolably.

By Adeola Aderounmu

I have just finished writing the manuscript to my third book. The first and second book l published and sold myself.

The second one THE MADRILENIAN was also launched in Sweden and Nigeria before they went on sales.

I am going to take my time before releasing the new (third) book. This is because l am working on translating it to Swedish to meet the local language demand.

The manuscript needs proof reading and grammar corrections.

The story is set in Italy. It is about a family that has a history of mafia in its bloodlines. It focuses on the generation that gave up the mafia activities and instead became bank robbers.

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The family had a history in the construction industry and this helped them to master their acts as bank robbers.

But tragedy struck as one of the mastermind died of cancer and his son has to take over his role in the criminal organisation.

The book is titled A MOTHER’S AGONY because his wife lost him and was helpless in allowing her son take over his role in the organisation.

This book could even be a best-seller for HOLLYWOOD if l get all the professional help in making the adjustments require before publishing.

Here are more quotes from the manuscript:

If there was anything in life that never waited, never stopped for anyone, it would be time. For some people, it went rather too quickly not allowing them to appreciate the beauty of life. For others, time crawled, showing them clearly their weaknesses and pains.

 

There was nothing she could change now that she knows that the best form of happiness is the one created from the perfect integration of work, play, and time spent with family. She wished they had been contented with what they had.

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The royals spent the monies they did not make. The mafioso took the money they did not earn.