Love Under the Kola nut Tree. What city moms didn't tell you about creating fulfilling relationships.
I use the fable story telling technique used in the African village to show laws of nature are constantly at play and affecting us whether we are aware of them or not. I show how problems can be handled from a spiritual point of view by using the laws of nature which do not change or fail us. The laws of nature are immutable and are available to all creatures and races. These laws do not play favorites nor can they be manipulated.
When five year old Micah Walker is hit by a car, the esteemed Dr. Morgan discovers that Micah’s father is not his real father. This act of infidelity sets the stage for the spiritual awakening of the Walkers and their friends. After marital counseling failed, only a visiting African queen succeeds in uniting this couple by using ancient wisdom. In the process, their friends also experiencing heart wrenching relationship drama learn laws and secrets of nature that help them create fulfilling relationships. The queen had watched women lose their power because the empowering “stone” was lost. The queen had come to return power to Woman. Dr. Morgan had the “stone” and had used it to become famous. He plots against the powerful queen and plans to steal more power from her; but the queen has a plan of her own!!
Using a strong story line, a meditative, self help book is dramatically brought to life. This book has the reader of spiritual books and the reader of romance novels reading the same book and benefiting from it. As Spiritual Beings in a physical cocoon, honoring both our physical and spiritual nature helps us create more fulfilling relationships.
My book gives the reader simple but powerful tools and concepts to build fulfilling relationships. It gives very easy practical applications that the reader can implement immediately that very day in their lives (e.g. circles, quadrants, developing spiritual sight.) This book draws the reader into the story and he or she recognizes himself or herself as they might have experienced (or are experiencing) some of the issues experienced by the characters.
My book using a fable-like parable story telling technique makes it easier for people to remember solutions. Stories and proverbs stay in the mind longer. Proverbs in a few words tell volumes and can have multiple meanings all of which enrich the person. People and children especially, remember lessons taught through stories for a life time (for example, the story of the girl and the snake.)
The majority of humanity believes in God; the majority of humanity falls in love and experience amorous relationships and the resulting dramas. Most books focus on one – God, or the other – amorous relationships. Humans worship reverently and also love passionately; this book is an amalgamation of what humans practice daily.
This book beautifully merges these aspects of humanity and the reader no matter their vocation can enjoy and also benefit from this book. We need to be who we really are; complete Human Beings --- physical and spiritual. Just as we nourish the physical through food, entertainment, exercise, sex, etc. we need to be mindful of the spiritual and this books shows us how to.
This book in a very practical way shows we are all connected and are in this together.
The chapter and section headings are very powerful and potent nuggets of information and wisdom. They can be used as a point of departure for a lecture, inspirational or motivational talk or even a book.
I started writing a purely romance novel but was ‘led’ to write this book instead; I pray you gain as much from it as I did writing it. Enjoy.
Life, a Natural Sol-Fa
Dr. Arthur Morgan was one of the best surgeons and emergency room doctors in the area. He not only loved his job, he romanticized it. He was a healer, a customer service specialist, and a brilliant man. His zeal for life, and everything about it, was reflected in his attitude. The more challenges he faced, the better it was to be alive. He was like a handyman with tools during surgery. Emotions soured during his toughest cases, and everyone knew it when he paged his wife right after surgery and left the message “42.”
“42” was a term coined by his late father who practiced as a doctor and missionary in the African village where
Arthur was born. His father had learned this language of numbers by breaking the secret code of the village kids. He
then used the resulting knowledge to infiltrate the mystical code of the elders and usurp spiritual powers.
The number “2” was the key to the term. Seeing it, Arthur’s wife knew he was on a high and only she could help him harvest that energy for a useful purpose. Initially, she had not been so cooperative, but time and experience taught her there was more to life and relationships than meets the eye. Though Dr. Morgan’s personality exuded effervescence, number 2 did not happen often.
It was 4:30 p.m. and Dr. Morgan had been paged in for an emergency surgery. Patching up this kid would take about an hour, he estimated, and he would be home in time to watch cartoons with his wife. Tonight was his goof-off night; she would let him be a boy, which was what he had decided to be when he grew up anyway.
Arthur was anything but typical; a pleasant combination of intelligent and silly. He knew when to wear the right hat. Staying a kid, he could see things from a level that grown-ups could not. Thus he always had the advantage and, more often than not, he could solve any problem that was thrown in this direction at work or at home. For MaryAnn Morgan, his wife of four years, it was not love at first sight. It was intrigue at first encounter. I’ll tell you about that later.
As news that little Micah had been hit by a car spread in the quiet Bethesda neighborhood, the emergency room waiting room filled up with anxious friends and relatives.
Thirty minutes earlier, five year old Micah had been playing soccer in the yard with his friends Taylor and Kellie, while their mothers monitored them from time to time through the kitchen window. They had been warned by their parents not to play in the street.
Kellie had just dribbled past Taylor and kicked the ball towards the goal. Micah tried to stop it but missed. As the ball wildly flew past him, Micah could not break his run and found himself tumbling into the next-door neighbor’s driveway.
Their neighbor, Mrs. Williams, had just rounded the corner into her block. Her eyes were locked on the road ahead, which was clear of cars and people. As she pulled into her driveway, she momentarily looked into the passenger seat to grab her house key and garage opener, which she regretfully never kept together. As she looked up, a thudding sound indicated that she bumped into something, and simultaneously a spray of red swept across the front window as deafening shrills pierced the air.
“What happened? Oh God, I hope I did not hit a kid!”
Five doors flew open at the same time throughout the close-knit neighborhood. Both parents and children ran from their houses towards her car. Horrific cries from Taylor and Kellie were signature signs that parents recognized as “trouble!” Mrs. Williams had hit Micah with her car, and he was bleeding profusely.
Someone had called 911 and the paramedics arrived within five minutes. Even though she had been driving at less than fifteen miles an hour, the impact on the body of a forty pound five-year-old was immense. Panic seized the elderly lady as she imagined the possible outcome. Micah was like one of her own grandsons. As the realization of what happened settled on her heart, she broke into uncontrollable sobs.
Micah’s dad, Mr. James Walker, amidst all the noise and confusion looked at her kindly and offered her comforting words. “It is not your fault, Ronda.” He had the presence of mind to give her a quick reassuring hug as he got into the back of the ambulance and sped off to Pierre Memorial Hospital.
The ambulance ride from James and Julie Walker’s home to Pierre Memorial Hospital took five minutes, but it seemed like forever as he watched paramedics inject tubes all throughout their son’s tiny body. Sweat beaded on his wrinkled brow as James Walker knew his son’s life laid on the balance. His nerves ate at his stomach, creating an urge to throw up. Though he was a praying man, he could not focus on any prayer. His mind was on one thing: his bleeding son helpless in front of him. The paramedics assessed Micah’s situation and radioed the hospital, informing the ER doctors of what was to come.
James Walker’s heart slammed against his chest and fifty-four years of life flashed in his mind’s eye. Micah was his only child. He had wanted a child, but only in a stable relationship, which had seemed to elude him until he met Julie. Questions plagued his mind. Why hadn’t Julie been watching Micah? Why were they playing out front when they had a large estate with lots of grounds out back? What if he lost Micah? Don’t think such thoughts, he counseled himself.
“Mr. Walker,” the paramedic broke him out of his panic, “calm yourself, your son is in good hands and he will be okay. Dr. Morgan is on duty.”
Tears streamed down James’ face unawares to him. A foreboding feeling plagued him relentlessly. How could something like this have happened? Why him? The day had been a quiet, comfortable Sunday. Tomorrow would be Memorial Day—a holiday and he had planned to it spend relaxing with Julie and Micah. The suburban Maryland neighborhood was peaceful earlier today. He owned a nice home. His life was finally the way he and other black brothers dreamed of. He had a beautiful, faithful, doting wife, a good well paying job that he loved at a company he owned, and Junior, the love of his life, his very life blood. In one moment all of that changed. After Micah was born he rested assured he would never die, as Junior was his mark on earth to show he had been here and to continue his lineage. Now he ran the risk of losing Junior as he laid on the gurney with the paramedics hovering over him. Everything he cherished was at stake.
At the hospital, Micah was whisked into surgery room number 3 where the reputable Dr. Morgan awaited them. The boy was still bleeding profusely and needed immediate attention. James was rushed away as a primary blood donor. Any time Dr. Morgan could use the patient’s own blood or family blood he did. He had learned while in an African village that some things about healing could not be explained in English. To the neophyte they were mystical. Blood was one of them. Everything was set up in the few minutes he had communicated with the paramedics in the ambulance. One beautiful thing about Doctor Morgan was that all those who worked on his shift knew his expectations, whether they were standard procedures or not.
The ambulance had left so quickly that Julie Walker rode in the car with Angie, her neighbor. Angie was a single mom to eight-year-old Kellie and five-year-old Taylor. They were best friends with Julie and James Walker’s son Micah.
Julie was uncharacteristically calm. Angie glanced across at her and observed Julie grabbing her purse so hard veins popped up on the backs of her hands. Speechless, Julie’s eyes remained fixed on the road and she tensely leaned forward in her seat.
“What did you say?” Angie asked. Then she realized Julie was talking to herself…or was she singing softly?
At the time, Angie could not possibly predict how the incident would change not only Dr. Morgan, Julie, and James Walker’s lives, but also her own and that of her girlfriends. The waves of today’s events would resound deep in their hearts for a lifetime.