Letters From The L.O.M. (Land of Miracles) & Songs of The Women of The L.O.M.
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After the death of Henry’s parents, along with the hope and great expectations, from pseudo-guardians that he felt were seldom fulfilled, and no time to make the adjustments to accommodate or be accommodated by a new family, or reconcile after a major disagreement, he allowed his mind to carry that methodology outside of the families that nurtured and fed what part of his soul that was available to them for the short time that they were together, and into the potential life and families that he would now try and build with that authentic, though fragmented concept of love and integrity.
Love affairs came from the different women that he would become instantly infatuated with after a few brief moments by our standards, of solitary reverie; brief, only because for Henry, after the standard has been set, being months searching for what he is looking for; it could be a year, then the dire need for companionship, which to him, seemed efficient enough time, as we say, to “fall in love“, especially when it has become, though unintentionally, the excepted norm; an evanescent love evaded but practiced on a daily basis. And after further introspection into the stratified layers of cicatrices left upon what he felt was the outer chamber of his heart, one day hoping to find longevity with the real self, and the only resolution being the consolation of long traveled roads with more stops, where each step forward will mend and correct the previous ones, even mistakes made, he accepts what fate has put in the vat of his past, knowing that resentment consumes too much energy, and now seeks destiny; providence if God is willing.
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Nanya’s Song
They were equally as beautiful and lovely, I remember asking one of them to marry me, you’ll soon see that I will have asked just about each one of them to marry me, only to see them smile and discretely say no; every now and then, finding one bold enough to say ’sure’, when they know that my mind is too far away to truly comprehend the acceptance at the moment, or they will ask ‘why’, then have it merge into the next question. And her friend, Nanya, asked the rhetorical; ’Do you want to get married’, as she saw my mind drifting away from the same question that I had posed to her earlier, with me only vaguely hearing it and truly hearing it rhetorically, for a number of reasons; the main one, is that she had me over infatuated with her personality; and ironically enough, not only by her beauty, for Nanya is a very beautiful young lady, and not only by her youth, for she’s young and contains the spiritual prowess of the spider; be it brown recluse or black widow, being pernicious, but yet soft, eloquent and delicate; making the mind defend before giving in to her. For the affair with her friend had seem to be causing unforeseen problems, one that had me confused, but because I had felt that feeling so frequently that she was displaying, I thought I was looking at a mirror image of myself, and though it reflected what I often feel; regrettably the dilemma of the dichotomous thin line of love and turmoil, brought on by being touched by someone; but the longevity of it staring back at me for what I might have done, broke the trance of that reflection and caused me to now ponder on my recent behavior, and though I could find none inordinate, it still perpetuated itself, where I was almost paralyzed from surprise that I could have transferred the monster that I elude on a daily basis to a young lady that I had now began to truly care about.
Nanya lives in Dubai’s Deira district, where this is now taking place; a city in the UAE (United Arabic Emirates), once ruled by His Highness Sheikh Rashid bin Saeed Al Maktoum and now run by his heir, his son; His Highness Sheikh Hamdan bin Rashid Al Maktoum, who has just over a few decades, turned Dubai into one of the world’s leading economic ports where a financial and business dis
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The L.O.M (Land of Miracles) &Women of The L.O.M. is Otradom PeloGo’s, after traveling from the US to the Middle East and Europe, explanation of a people trying to work together (globalize) from the neighborhood where he grew up in rural Texas, to the complex affair of trying to piece together the different phases, while driving through the streets of postwar Iraq, to the epitome of globalization and foreign trade in one of it’s neighboring countries in a city called Dubai in the U.A.E. But war and capitalism in the Middle East and Europe is only made discernable after meeting, like back in America, the people that make up its’ backbone of families, the builders of roads and skyscrapers; and now by those who has become a part of his life.
With a combination of poetry and short stories branching out from the foundation of the book called (I Come From The Land of Miracles), he explains the plight of homelessness of children specifically (section titled Children and AMCS) and families in what he terms as A Most Complex Situation (AMCS) and the auspices of trying to overcome it, to the plight of a group of young women who has migrated from Europe to the Middle East (and visa versa) as well as other parts of the world in the section titled Women of The L.O.M., while using his own life, his family and the world that he now lives in back in America to make prudent and empathetic comparisons.
From Holland to Germany and to France, juxtaposed to the diverse Middle East, and his own country, he tries to add methodology to these different parts of globalization where some are viewed as protectionist societies trying to choose between limited globalization, (only when it’s necessary) and those who are viewed as trying to bring it about more quickly.
About the Author
In a quest for perpetual scholarship and an ecumenical (world) perspective, single and at the age of forty-one, Otradom PeloGo, finding that the ability to write, (with that ecumenical perspective), where everyone can understand what he is trying to convey, paints a tableau of his travels from his hometown; Beaumont, in southeast Texas where he spent the first twenty years of his life, to the second part of his life in Austin, Texas, the Capitol and through the Americas, to Europe and to the Middle East. After two years at Lamar University as a psychology student in Beaumont, a sociology student at Austin Community College in Austin, a computer operator in San Francisco, Atlanta, Misawa, Japan, he grabs pen and notebook and travels from Texas to California, to Seattle to Miami, Boston to LA, South Dakota and back again, turning would be lost adventures into the art of writing and a profession as he also now works as a truck driver in postwar Iraq.