An African Abroad
I chose to write briefly about my father and myself (mostly myself, as I did not know my father well, but somewhat of him) because I value the lessons taught to me by my diametrical upbringing. I want to make a record or perhaps set the record straight.

It should be noted that this book is not intended as a sequel to “An African Abroad” by my father, Moshood Adisa Olabisi Ajala. It is the acknowledgement of my father’s achievements and the purging of my life experiences.

This account, in prose form, is a historical essay created as a medium for which the influence of my father’s legacy, and my understanding of it, is immortalized in this book.

I have only accomplished a fraction of the countries visited by my father during his titanic world travels and not entirely on a moped. I admit to having opted for conventional methods of transportation. Thus far, I have visited a total of twenty-one countries, namely; Nigeria (Lagos, Benin), Italy, (Bologna, Venezia, Firenze, Milano, Como, Rome, Sardinia, Cagliari, England (London, Newcastle, Brighton, Blackpool, Hull), France, (Paris and Lille), Netherworlds (Amsterdam and Roosendaal), Belgium (Brussels), Germany

“An African Abroad” is the memoir of one of the many direct descendants of Moshood Adisa Olabisi Ajala, the journalist.Aurora Mizutani then Dupelola Osaretin Ajala with British politician Boris Johnson, London, England, 2010
(Frankfort and Munich), Estonia (Tallinn), Sweden (Stockholm), Austria (Zell am See), Wales (St Davids and Llangadog), Scotland (Gretna Green), Denmark (Copenhagen, West Indies (Trinidad & Tobago, Granada, St Lucia, Dominique), Soviet Union (on the train), China (Hong Kong, Beijing), Korea, Cambodia, Philippines, Taiwan, Thailand, and Japan (Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, Okinawa). Of course, I fully intend to travel to many countries in the approximate future.
This book is about my journey to self-analysis and the means to an end: the shadowing and a gradual culmination of my intellect. A trip full of sibling rivalry, youthful adventures, drugs and alcohol, the loss of freedom, lust, murder, intrigue, escapes, fugitives, sex,

betrayal, witchcraft, love, discrimination in the Child Care Court system, incest, grooming, alleged sexual abuse and grooming of a minor, the whistle-blower considered a virago of a loose cannon by the system, faith, devotion, and redemption.
Consider yourself forewarned if you expect to be pampered whilst reading these memoirs. Things will inevitably ‘get real’ to better illustrate my life experiences as the author of “An African Abroad.

One should start as one means to go on and be completely transparent as I will be candid about my experiences.

No-holds barred.
On this note, I will also narrate my brief encounter with Lupin from Australia. Lupin was perhaps the oldest of my father’s children.
My limited interactions with less than a handful of heads of state in the United Kingdom taught me a lot. What I learned I will share with you. But we must travel back in time for the reader or listener to appreciate the lessons I learned thoroughly. To understand and visualize the circumstances that led me to this time and moment. My travels, social interactions, and international observation have led me to find “freedom”.
Aurora Mizutani, Okinawa, Japan, 2016There is something to be said about genetics. Like Olabisi Ajala, I have a natural curiosity, a desire to learn and a passion for teaching. I am a non-conformist.
That is how I discovered the craft.
I had a life-changing encounter with the former Soviet Union. My fight against communist Russia was psychological, not physical. The attack was on my emotional stability when a woman is at her most vulnerable state. I consider having eluded the loss of my peace of mind as my one great victory.

Without the seal of approval of the elite, outsiders cannot achieve notoriety. Thus, any personage I quote in my book is bound to the establishment. Nevertheless, I must refer to the interpretations of my peers to better illustrate my viewpoint. Unlike my father, Moshood Adisa Olabisi Ajala, I am not a journalist. This book is not a political or travel journal nor a historical composition pertaining solely to one genre of prose.
I hope these accounts will be useful to many and that the reader might learn something from my experiences.
A few of you will relate. The rest of you will wonder.
The article was written by Olabisi Ajala on Aurora Mizutani then Dupelola Osaretin Ajala, Concord Newspaper, 1987
