THE LATE ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI Bsc.Hons. HER DISSERTATION
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These are the days of reflection; the times of our lives that one has to be afraid of the WORLD. What we have experienced does not reflect to what we had thought of life. ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI’S DESTINY, has been altered overnight, underneath the watchful eyes of GOD. God is her first witness, I am her second; the only living witness, her ambassador and the voice of the DECEASED; ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI, who’s now silenced. God and I, were witnesses that heard,sat, stood, and watched all with amazement. What a prize to pay for being the daughter, of those who fell from grace! Their kindnesses, and their treats are questionable. When someone is poor, they tend to have little or no protection. Dignity, and respect eroded by the mighty WORLD because somebody stepped on our toes! Still I could recall how frail and fragile she was; as she looked into my eyes. I have always tended to have admiration for those who love the truth, and would let JUSTICE REIGN. A man stamped his feet, a gentle tap dance, he sighed; and looked at ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI, and said something that, GOD, THE NOW SILENCED AND I HEARD! Since I was born, I have never seen or been close to a corpse, the first corpse I saw was that of my daughter; You cannot begin to imagine, how distressful and stressful this has been to me as her mother but for her sake, nothing is too much to bear. I stood in the shadow of my daughter’s life; watched my child, as she faded away within three weeks. ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI, spent twelve years at boarding schools. One year at GRACE DIEU MANOR HOUSE SCHOOL, AT COALVILLE, LEICESTER, ENGLAND. NINE YEARS AT A CONVENT SCHOOL called “THE TOWERS” AT UPPER BEADING, WEST SUSSEX, ENGLAND RUN BY IRISH NUNS. AN EX-STUDENT AT “ST. CLARE’S INTERNATIONAL COLLEGE,” BAMBURY ROAD, OXFORD, ENGLAND FOR TWO YEARS. ADA-EMILIA RUTH VALMORI WENT TO READ: (Humanities,
I was born in Nigeria. My father had eleven children, five from my mother, who had three boys and two girls. I am her first daughter and the third child. My father died during the Nigerian Civil War. My mother, on her own, without social security or help from our extended families on both sides, brought us up on her own. About the Author
I left school without any higher school certificates, but between 1988 and 1989, I did correspondence courses and I attained four GCSEs. In 1997, I started studying Law with the Open University, but sadly, in my second year, I dropped out because I could no longer fund myself.
Since then, for eleven years, I have studied at the University of Hardships and learned how to write poetry on my own. My favourite poets are: T. S. Elliot, Dylan Thomas, Byron, and I also found it very fascinating to read ‘African Women’s Poetry’.