Last week I rode with Preacher to a few bookstores in and around Atlanta. It took about four hours because, if you don't know, Atlanta is spread out big an' brawlin', like a market woman talking people business. Most of these independent bookstores were very receptive to an independent author/ publisher pushing his book and told me to submit Cries of Redemption for review. So I left one at Black Dot Cultural Center & Bookstore, Medu Books, and Nubian Bookstore which actually is now carrying my book. The Shrine of The Black Madonna told me to submit May the 1st and Books Boutique said submit for June.
Now let me tell you, Marcus, the owner of Nubian Bookstore in Morrow, Georgia, flipped through my pages and in about fifteen minutes the brother had me signing a receipt and invoice.
So if you in Morrow by the mall, stop in and support. You'll find all kind of Black History, Black College, Fraternity and Sorority Tees; an assortment of adult and childrens' books.
Greetings, my people, my family, my Tribe, as Uncle Lawrence (Stuartie) woulda seh. By the way, I know he's looking at this whole publishing movement I got going on and laughing to himself.
"I tell yuh! Omodele, yuh come from good people, yuh only playing schupid!"
This first post is for all the Elders who have transcended, not out of our lives, but into the innermost depths of our hearts, the inter most parts of our memories, and the most intimate part of our story.
Auntie Carmen, Auntie Lorna, Auntie Hazel, Uncle Brian, Auntie Pansy and Auntie Berle; Grand Dad (both of you); Kirkie and Ivor; Uncle Herman and Auntie Baby; Granny (the one I never met in person and the one that held me like I was the only person in the world); And I done already mention Stuartie. All trodding on in we heart and soul.
Never Gone! Never Forgotten!