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An African on the Silk Road
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- Dec 13, 2014
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An African on the Silk Road
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- Éditeur:
- Lulu.com
- Sortie:
- Dec 13, 2014
- ISBN:
- 9781326120566
- Format:
- Livre
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An African on the Silk Road - Awowale Awonuga
Contents
Chapter 1 – First Steps
Chapter 2 – Some Background
Chapter 3 – A Tragedy Strikes
Chapter 4 – A New Beginning
Chapter 5 – My Father
Chapter 6 – Betrayal and Sacrifice
Chapter 7 – Another Brush with Death
Chapter 8 – My Father Goes Over the Edge, With Me
Chapter 9 – Three Years Later
Chapter 10 – New Additions to the Family
Chapter 11 – Religion Becomes an Issue
Chapter 12 – A Customs Agent is a Traveling Position
Chapter 13 – A Boarding School or a Prison?
Chapter 14 – University in Sweden
Chapter 15 – My Father Reappears…Briefly
Chapter 16 – Moscow or Bust
Chapter 17 – East Meets West
Chapter 18 – Challenges in China
Chapter 19 – Homeward Bound?
Chapter 20 – The Silk Road
Chapter 21 – Home is Not Home
Chapter 22 – London and Beyond
Chapter 1 – First Steps
If I sit quietly and close my eyes, I can imagine it all as if I were there: the stifling night heat, the insects buzzing loudly, and over it all, the drug-laden tirade of my father, as he tried to beat my mother to death. If she did not take her unwanted brood away from him immediately, they might all be dead by morning. I can hear her cries for mercy as if I were there, even though I only recall these events through my mother’s telling of them. If I concentrate, I can hear them scrambling through the house, trying to grab anything they can, to prepare themselves for what was coming. I can clearly imagine the fearful looks on the faces of my half-sisters, as they stumbled out the door, and their moans of dismay as they made their way to the deserted night street. It was very late when my father angrily threw us out of our home. I can taste the salt of sweat and tears on their faces; I can smell their nervous sweat.
Even in a major city like Kano, Nigeria is very dark at night. Electrical power is a luxury, and only works with limited reliability in the best places, and we lived in the Sabon Gari, which translates to New Town, and our home was not electrified at all. So, when we were thrust out into the sweltering streets of Kano at three in the morning, we were met only by starlight and the uncomfortable silence of a rural town that is nightly prowled by scavengers and predators, both human and beast. My mother, with my three older half-sisters in tow, tears in all of their eyes, and me in her arms, began the dangerous walk into town to find help. My name is Awowale Awonuga. I was ten days old.
Chapter 2 – Some Background
Today, Kano is considered a very modern city, by most standards. I suppose that a first-world traveler would consider Nigeria a third-world country, but its rich natural resources may yet overcome the desertification and pollution that threaten her natural beauty. Most of the time, when the beauty of Nigeria is threatened, it is by the ugliness of small people that think they are entitled to its exploitation. This is the way my father must have seen the world, as an oyster for him to pluck, rather than as a garden for him to tend. You might be thinking that it is cruel to throw a young mother out into the Nigerian night with children in tow, and you would be right. My father was a cruel and tyrannical drug addict, an alcoholic, and an unrepentant womanizer. But it was not always like this. My mother may seem like a tragic figure in this event, and that would also be correct, but this was not always true, either.
My mother, Bilikisu, was a very beautiful woman, by any standards. Her fair skin was unusual, but she was pure blooded Nigerian, from Abeokuta, the capital of Ogun in Nigeria. She met her first husband, Joshua, while she was in high school at the impressionable age of sixteen, back in 1970. They courted quietly for four years while Joshua was going to college, and my mother finished high school, and when Joshua finished his time at Harvard, he returned home and they were married in 1974. He started working for a well-known International construction company that was helping to create an infrastructure in Nigeria that would connect its cities via roads and bridges. They were both very proud that he could be a part of something that benefitted all Nigerians, and also provided them with a very respectable living. One day, shippers and travelers would be able to use these roads to connect our country to other nearby countries in Africa, to facilitate
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