By Norah Edwards
I am a sucker for learning about inspiring, strong individuals. I surely think highly of the fact that we’re now entering a time where tough people are more celebrated and talked about. I love that there are plenty of resources now to learn about people who were extraordinary, significant and fearless at a time when they were not expected to be so. We are rapidly moving into a time where in an ideal world, we will all have equal opportunities and chances.
On this book, World Peace: World Peace Celebration, Salomon Mpouma uses his first-hand experiences to look at the fundamentals and concepts of life. The memoir style book gives the story a melancholy sentiment as Mpouma divulges honest attributes of his life and his personal journey through faith. This book set one’s sights on to encourage, and incite others to uncover their own infinite potential. He has an honest-to-goodness approach, as if he’s sharing his life story directly to his readers. He intertwines components of his personal life with his personal messages of world peace.
A lot of the expositions from the book are coming from several of his relationships impacting his life’s journey. He commences with the passing of his father who used to be an influential person, then the story progresses from his childhood to his adulthood and into his faith which is first ignited by his mother after she becomes a Jehovah witness. He explores how people shape our lives and how people change their view through a variety of factors including family and personal relationships. He shares gripping attributes about his first marriage and how his friends always seemed happy to see him which changed once he got divorced. There is profound spiritual connection that Mpouma uses to view the world, as he breaks down a series of circumstance to look at the occurrences which makes up life.
Mpouma is undeniably a phenomenal writer. He’s just a flat-out amazing writer that effortlessly draws you into his story. I felt like a silent bystander in his life and was often flush with fear, anger, and sadness on his behalf, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as his must have been. Even days later, I still feel a ghost of adrenaline coursing through me when I try to talk about this book.