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.

 

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Ingen kärlek förlorad

Respekt är en underbar egenskap men det är inte kärlek. Beundran är inte heller kärlek.

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Ingen kärlek förlorad

Av Adeola Aderounmu

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Lucy lever i Zambezi, fram tills nu i alla fall. Det är här hon tillbringat hela sitt liv. Hon föddes här och det var här hon blomstrade. Hon är en mycket vacker kvinna. När folk talade om henne sa de, att kanske är hon en gudinna.

Det fanns en konstnär i staden och han var övertygad om att gudarna tog sig tid att forma henne. Han sa att Lucy skapades till fulländning.

Ända sen hon var en liten flicka har det alltid funnits en beundran för hennes skönhet och hennes personlighet. Folk håller oftast med Lucy. Nästan alla hon mött i sin omgivning respekterade henne.

När hon lämnade sitt hem för City College i Mongu visste hon redan att respekt och beundran inte är ersättning för kärlek.

Vi behöver alla någon eller flera personer som älskar oss. Så när Lucy lämnade college började ensamheten i hennes liv yttra sig.

Alltjämt fortsatte hon att kämpa vidare, med den beundran och respekt som andra människor hade gentemot henne. När hon är ensam, frågar hon ofta sig själv ”vem ska tillfredsställa min själ”?

Respekt är en underbar egenskap men det är inte kärlek. Beundran är inte heller kärlek. Det var inte svårt att finna ett jobb när hon tog sin examen från Zambezi Universitet.

Hon var en lysande kvinna och med hennes typ av skönhet stod alla dörrar öppna. Men trots det, när det handlade om kärlek och att tillfredsställa sin själ verkade hon vilsen. Ingen visste om detta utom hon själv. Hon visste att hon inte var perfekt som konstnären antytt.

En dag väntade hon vid busstationen. Plötsligt skiftade himlen till molnigt och det började regna kraftigt. Inga bussar kom på grund av regnovädret. Lucy började gråta. Hon grät inte för att det regnade eller att ingen buss kom, hon grät för att ovädret liknade ett porträtt av hennes liv. Hennes liv var också molnigt. Hon var ensam på busstationen och det fick henne att gråta ännu mer. Det var inte första gången Lucy grät.

Hon hade läst många noveller och kände till våndorna hos många karaktärer i tragisk litteratur men även i en del romantiska böcker. En gång läste hon en bok där det fastställdes att personer som begått självmord ofta var de som vägrat gråta, eftersom de förnekar sina känslor och sin smärta.

När människor gråter känner de sig stärkta och det inger ofta hopp om att kunna fortsätta. Hon lärde sig gråta när hon var ledsen eftersom att tårarna sköljer bort sorgerna.

Lucy var så bortsvept i sina tankar att hon nästan inte la märke till bilen som parkerat precis framför henne vid stationen. Någon hade stannat för att hjälpa henne.

Mannen visste inte att Lucy gråtit. Han trodde det var regndroppar på hennes ansikte. Men han kände igen Lucy och därför stannade han för att hjälpa henne.

Tack Paul, du är snäll, sa hon. Det var ingenting, svarade han.

Paul tittade närmre på Lucy nu när han kunde se henne tydligt i bilen. Utanför hade regnet gjort det nästan omöjligt att se hennes ansikte.

Är du okej? frågade han. Lucy började gråta igen. Paul gav henne en näsduk och hon torkade sina tårar. Han var chockad. Fram till det ögonblicket var han en av dem som trott att Lucy kunde få allt hon önskade sig i livet.

De pratade en stund och även om Lucy inte talade om tomheten i sitt liv, visste han från den korta konversationen de haft att vakuumet i hennes liv var enormt. Paul tänkte nästan högt. Så en människa kan vara vacker, ha ett bra jobb, vara beundrad och respekterad men ändå vara ledsen.

Förvisso ignorerar många personer rollen av materiell skönhet och kläder för att täcka mörkret och tomheten inuti den mänskliga kroppen, tänkte han.

I Zambezi finns en man som inte kan avsluta sina uttryckssätt utan att använda ett ordspråk. Paul tänkte på denna mans många ordspråk, ödlor ligger alltid på sina magar, så vi inte vet vilken av dem som har magproblem.

Han gav Lucy en kram och deras vägar skildes åt.

Under månaderna som följde började Paul besöka Lucy.

De uppträdde som om de inte var attraherade av varandra. Paul var den stora skådespelaren här. Han tyckte att män bör dölja sina känslor eftersom han ansåg att det vara ett tecken på styrka. Lucy var mest glad att hitta ett sätt att gå vidare i sitt liv, i en positiv riktning. Paul hade visserligen redan en kvinna i sitt liv när de möttes. Hennes namn var Stella.  Men hur som helst mådde Lucy bättre i hans närvaro.

De talade om många saker, en del minnen från sin uppväxt och om att nu arbeta in den kommersiella staden, där den fjärde största floden i Afrika har sitt ursprung.

Lucy träffade också nya vänner genom Paul. Dessa afterwork och helgsällskap hjälpte Lucy att glömma en del av sina problem. Det fyllde vissa luckor i hennes liv. Flera av de personer som beundrade henne var inte längre på avstånd.

När hon mindes hur en oväntad regnskur främjat hennes möte med Paul, värnade hon om det ögonblicket. Hon bestämde sig för att köpa en bil, så hon inte skulle vara i behov av någons barmhärtighet en annan regnig dag. Hon kunde redan köra. Lucy blev lycklig. Hon kände att hon kommit ut ur sitt skal.

Det var definitivt ett steg i rätt riktning när andra personer inte längre bara beundrade henne, utan också visade henne kärlek genom att ha konversationer och göra saker tillsammans. En del personer hon talade med berättade om sina resor och äventyr.

Lucy blev inspirerad och bestämde att även hon skulle resa. Hon hade alltid haft möjligheter att resa men aldrig tagit dem. Nu när hon lyssnade på berättelser om Paris, Berlin, London och Stockholm blev hon motiverad. Hon lovade sig själv dock, att hon inte skulle resa långt. Hon hade lärt sig på geografin om Afrikas olika platser och säsonger.

Jag ska se min värld i Afrika innan jag ser resten av världen, sa hon till sig själv. Inombords bestämde hon sig också för att finna kärlek och att inte släppa taget.

Lucy blev en flitig resenär i sökandet efter balans och uppfyllelse. Zambezi var varmt och hon ville uppleva vintern i nedre Afrika. Hon spenderade många veckor i Harare och Johannesburg. Hon reste även till Accra på grund av guldet och täckte en gång sitt hår i Cairo. Med tiden hade hon ett flertal bilder, kartor och souvenirer från västra, östra, norra och södra Afrika hemma i sitt arbetsrum.

En dag kom hon hem till Zambezi och hittade ett meddelande från Paul i sin brevlåda. Hon kom just från Kapstaden där hon spenderat sin semester. Han ville träffa henne igen så Lucy och Paul möttes på caféet runt hörnet. Paul förklarade att hans långa förhållande med flickvännen tagit slut.

De kom inte överens som de önskat. De hade en del problem och hade kommit överens om endast en sak: att avsluta förhållandet.

Det var en sorgsam händelse men de kände båda två att det var bättre att göra det nu, än att försöka få det att fungera till varje pris.

De hade inga barn än. Han var 32 nu och hon 28 så de har fortfarande sina liv framför sig.

Vet du, saker är inte alltid som de tycks vara, började Paul konversationen. Han fortsatte, vi gör alla misstag och vår passion kan vilseleda oss.

Vad är det du försöker säga? avbröt Lucy honom.

Med en subtil röst fortsatte Paul, du vet, det finns ett uttryck som säger att vi alltid ser andra människors problem mer än vi ser våra egna, jag tror det är så sant.

Är inte det en av de mest anmärkningsvärda ironierna? La Lucy till. Fortfarande undrande vart denna konversation skulle leda.

Jag har låtsats att jag inte har några känslor för dig.

Men när Stella bröt upp med mig, eftersom hon märkt att jag varit frånvarande i hennes närvaro sen jag mötte dig, insåg jag hur viktigt det var att uttrycka mina känslor för dig. 

Lucys såg för en stund vilsekommen ut. Men hon lyckades samla ihop några tankar.

Jag är ledsen att höra detta Paul. Det är verkligen rörande och jag är djupt gripen av dina ord. Jag vet att vi har varit riktigt nära vänner.

Du har alltid talat väl om Stella men jag visste inte att du varit distraherad i hennes närhet.

Jag kommer ihåg att du berättat många saker som inspirerat mig. Du sa till mig att livet är för kort att leva utan kärlek.

Du sa också till mig att vi bör paddla våra kanoter tillräckligt hårt, så att vi fortfarande ror när stormen är över.

 Jag tog dina råd på stort allvar och jag vill tacka dig för det. Jag uppskattar dina känslor för mig.

Trots att jag hade en del känslor för dig i början, förstod jag att du var upptagen och mitt mål var att inte blanda mig i ert förhållande.

Lyssna Paul, Lucy lutade sig mot honom. Du vet vad vi båda sa om livets oförutsägbarhet.

När jag reste till Johannesburg i februari mötte jag Vincent. Jag tycker mycket om honom. Han dyrkar mig. Han respekterar mig men mest av allt älskar han mig och jag älskar honom också.

Vi tillbringade de senaste två veckorna tillsammans i Kapstaden och han planerar att hitta ett jobb i Harare så vi kan vara nära varandra. Vi planerar hitta arbete utomlands.

Paul blev illa till mods. Hans ansiktsuttryck blev sorgset.

Lucy drog snabbt inspiration from sitt eget liv. Hon kunde även använt inspiration från de åtskilliga böcker hon läst, när hon vände sig till Paul en sista gång.

Ge det lite tid, kanske hittar du någon ny. Ditt hjärta kommer läka och du kommer gå vidare med ditt liv, sa Lucy

Paul var inte en novis. Även han visste sedan tidigare att alla människor måste lära sig att ta sig igenom sina egna bekymmer, sina egna lidanden. De måste lära sig att övervinna sina rädslor. Det kan behövas tid och lite hjälp men de måste lära sig.  

Det bästa sättet att lära var genom verkliga upplevelser.

Farväl Paul, jag måste gå nu. Ta hand om dig själv och vi ses någon gång.

Paul var nära till tårar men Lucy visade inga känslor överhuvudtaget. Hon gav honom en kram och gick.

(Från Boken, The Madrilenian av Adeola Aderounmu)

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Translated by Louise Holmberg

Spanish Lullabies

The only response he got from the officer he met was a stupid question. Since you moved to this town, have you ever seen a man or woman with a skin colour as yours driving a bus for the traffic department?

Life for a brilliant mind cannot rot in a racist Spain where even a successful footballer like Dani Alves got stoned with bananas while playing for Barcelona.

Spanish Lullabies

By Adeola Aderounmu

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When Kofi left the Gold Coast behind he was certain that the grass was greener on the other side. He was hopeful that his life will be better and that his sojourn in Spain will make his dreams come true.

Kofi had learnt that humans just like the flowers could bloom where they have been planted. Still he hoped for a replanting in another land. The most remarkable thing in his education was when he learnt about the equality of men. All men are created equal.

The day he left his home behind, he wept. It was a mixed feeling indeed and he looked forward to the greener pasture in Spain.

That was more than 10 years ago.

When l met Kofi in Stockholm 2 weeks ago, he had just left one of his jobs and was going home to rest before he would continue to the next job.

He worked during the day and then at night.

He was friendly, jovial and did not hide the anxiety of the new lease of life. He seemed happy.

The first time l met Kofi, we exchanged pleasantries as two strangers would do. during our subsequent meetings our conversations grew longer and he was actually fascinated that l am from Nigeria.

I thought you are from Somalia because l know Nigerians are very open and they like to talk.

These comments from Kofi added one more point to the many ways l have changed and lost my Nigerianness. But l forgive him. I intend to keep my humility.

After living more than 10 years of his life in Spain Kofi had to continue his sojourn which has now taken to Sweden.

During the last holiday season his family visited from Spain, spent 2 weeks and went back.

Kofi needs a little more time to be re-settled. Job, accommodation and stability in a new system always take their time and tolls.

His wife almost suffered a shock, or should we call it a heart attack when she saw Africans driving many of the buses in Stockholm city. Facing her husband and pointing a finger she screamed –have you seen that?

Kofi said, yes. I am used to it. I live here now remember.

In Spain the stories have been different.

Even l remember that in 2007 l wrote about my good friends who are from Spain but in whose land a fellow Nigerian was murdered by the Spanish authorities.

Osamuyia will always be in our hearts. He was one of us. He sought the greener pasture. They made him kissed the dust. Gone too soon!

Kofi told about the stories of other people and that about summed up his experiences in Spain.

There is a young woman. Her name is Joyce and she broke the norm when she was employed at a bank in Spain. She was at the counter and most part of her job would involve attending to customers.

The Spaniards avoided this woman at the counter. They never went to her to transact any business. Invariably Joyce became redundant. She lost her job.

Life for a brilliant mind cannot rot in a racist Spain where even a successful footballer like Dani Alves got stoned with banana while playing for Barcelona.

Joyce went to England. She settled well and continued with her professional job.

Listen, you haven’t heard or seen the worst about Spain. But let me add 2 or 3 more short stories.

Julius thought he had it all when he flashed his driving license and professional certificates that qualify him to be a bus driver in Spain.

He put forward an application and followed it up with a visit to the department of transport.

The only response he got from the officer he met was a stupid question. Since you moved to this town, have you ever seen a man or woman with a skin colour as yours driving a bus for us?

We don’t know what Abdullahi did with his life after this rejection.

There was another African brother who attended the university in Mallorca. He gave his all and showed his gifts. He became the best graduating student in his department when he got his degree.

Sadly, our brother Abdullah was not offered the automatic employment he deserved in line with the principle of the institution. He is a foreigner and cannot be qualified for automatic employment.

There were protests. There were demonstrations. In the end Abdullahi left Mallorca and settled successfully in England, just like our sister Joyce.

There are sad stories of permanent racism emanating from Spain and her sister country Italy. It is sad how these stories (several thousands of them) don’t make the headlines.

The world has come to accept that racism is incurable. It appears that some humans will be born with severe cognitive deficiencies such that they are unable to accept the equality of the human race unified as Homo sapiens.

African people are humble; they don’t press it in about their existence before the emergence of other races. True, Africans, their history and civilisations suffered very serious setbacks that are beyond the scope of this essay.

But bit by bit, and piece by piece, we will reconstruct our history and tell the truth.

We know now that the origin of racism lies in self-denial of one’s true origin. Those who love the truth can do their own research. African will rise again.

Kofi sat with me at lunch time and told me 5 heart breaking stories. I can imagine what he had gone through in more than 10 years of ploughing the greener pasture in Spain.

Even a short visit to Palermo was like a trip to hell. An African man driving an almost empty bus because Italians won’t take a ride in a bus driven by our brother was an experience that added to the loads of burden Kofi had lived with in Spain.

One day when Kofi thought he had seen it all, another incident happened on a bus. A young African man disembarked at his stop and went his way. As a young girl was about to take his place on the bus, she got shouted at by an old woman. You dare not! Can’t you see it was an African man who just left that spot!

You can understand why Kofi’s wife nearly suffered a heart attack when she saw Africans working in Stockholm. She must have seen that Stockholm will be paralysed on a day that the African bus drivers down their tools.

Many institutions and even the health department will collapse in Sweden if people with foreign backgrounds are thrown out of their jobs.

Sweden too, has uncountable stories of racist incidences far beyond the scope of this essay. I mean Sweden is the land of the midnight sun, not the land of the saints.

However there are reasons why the economies of some countries like Greece, Spain and Italy are worse compared to other countries like Sweden and Germany for example.

By almost turning down all foreign useful workforces, the Spaniards have done more harm than good to their economy. Why won’t they go borrowing? It now seems that the entire economy is tied to La Liga, where even racism is a major problem. Ask Dani Alves.

The personal experiences of Kofi (though not outlined in this story) and the others like Joyce, Julius and Abdullahi are reference points for our dear continent Africa.

But no matter how beautiful Africa or any other continent for that matter becomes we cannot stop the migration of the human race.

Our forefathers walked the earth and established it. That fact no one can erase.

It is just imperative that we don’t forget or ignore our ancestral homes as we continue to trace the indelible steps of our ancestors. May their spirits guide us right.

 

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The Dream

“To live long, love other people including your family as you love yourself. Don’t be greedy because that is the origin of sadness. Be careful to learn every day”

The Dream

By Adeola Aderounmu

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Olawale had a dream.

When he woke up, he had forgotten the dream. He was afraid because he had forgotten the dream. In his village, the people always say when you forget your dreams that the gods may have forsaken you.

Nobody knows if the postulation is superstitious or not. Some people thought it is a way of promoting spiritual awareness and consciousness of the unseen dimension or the supernatural world.

They say that dreams are the revelations of the things to come. They say that dreams are ways to remember their forefathers and it will be the way that their children will remember them.

Dreams can be the substantial evidence of reincarnation and the fulfilment of the wish to live forever.

It is like that. Our departed parents and grandparents come to us and we go to them in our dreams. Olawale remembered one of his father’s postulations.

Therefore the gift of dream and the gift of memory are cherished among the dwellers.

In this village, you will never tell anyone about your dreams if you don’t remember them.

By following their dreams many people have accomplished outstanding feats. Many have found a way to move on with their lives, away from the points of hopelessness.

Olawale had forgotten some of his dreams before. It is not unusual for people to forget dreams. This is because the transition between night and day in our sleep is endless.

No one knows what breaks the transition for the people who return to day with consciousness.

It was in this village that people first ask if another person has woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

They think that the people who are angry in the mornings are those who woke up on the wrong side of the bed. They think that you lack spiritual guidance if you forget your dreams and that could be one of the sources of your anger.

Nobody is perfect and no mortal will always remember all their dreams. If they do, they will transform to gods and there will be too many gods for human needs and desires.

Olawale was also sad.

So for 7 days he almost didn’t speak to anyone. He only replied and gave short answers when people spoke to him.

His parents didn’t hear from him as much as they would have wanted. When he is returning from work, he usually pays them a visit on his way home. When he had gone home on another route, he calls them from a local telephone kiosk.

But this week is different because he felt inadequate for forgetting yet another dream.

On the 8th day he decided to leave the house and go for a long walk in the forest. He wanted to clear his mind.

After walking for just 15 minutes he was very tired. He was tired because he had also not been eating very well since the day he forgot his last dream.

So he said to himself, I will rest.

Then he sat down on a big stone. He rested. But he fell asleep on the stone.

He rolled off the stone and fell down on the other side of it. He was shaking. He did not know when he fell asleep. Now he is awake and the big stone is above him.

As he was about to stand up, he saw a bag under the stone. But he was afraid because he didn’t know how the bag got there. He was more afraid for what could be the content of the bag.

As he was pondering about where he is and how a bag could have landed under a big stone in the forest, his “forgotten” dream came back to him like a flash.

Eight days ago, he had dreamt that he became a very rich man during his middle-age. So he was upset when he forgot the dream because he had a feeling it was something positive.

Now he remembers his dream and he saw a mysterious bag.

He started to ponder about the meaning of his dream. He is still afraid. He is not sure what could be inside the bag and he was alone in the forest.

How can a bag lie under the stone in the forest where nobody lives? He pondered.

He took the bag from under the stone and was surprised that such a big bag felt to light when he took it up. He opened it and found nothing but a letter inside the bag.

Dear son,

To be happy, you need to find the things that you like. Do them and you’ll be happy.

To be well, eat fresh food that you cook yourself.

When you get married, take care of your wife and children.

Don’t let the sun go down on your anger or frustrations.

Instead take a walk for life, for health.

Be of kind heart and show appreciation for the things you have.

Work hard and don’t forget to spend from your savings.

Contentment, not material richness, is the secret of happiness.

To live long, love other people including your family as you love yourself.

Don’t be greedy because that is the origin of sadness.

These are some of the simple lessons of life.

But be careful to learn every day.

The lessons you learn will guide you. They’ll enrich you.

When the alarm went on Olawale woke up and realised that he had been asleep for 3 hours. He was sweating, so he took a cold shower and spent the evening reflecting about his dream.

In it he learnt about some of the simple secrets of life in a letter that he found in a bag in the forest.

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