Oroonoko

Today in the Medium Blogger we have an interview with Oroonoko, also known as The Royal Slave. Last time we had Gulliver, one of the most important characters of British literature, however, Oroonoko is also a great figure in the literature of The British Empire. He will be answering some questions about his difficult and intense life.

Welcome Oroonoko, could you tell us how did you manage to deal with that change of life between being part of the royalty and becoming a slave?

Have you ever experienced that feeling of having everything you want but you are still unhappy? That was what happened to me when I lived in Coromatien; I was free but I was living in captivity. My grandpa made my life in Coromatien impossible. The font of my happiness was my beloved Imoinda but my grandpa snatched it from me. Nevertheless, when I became a slave, it is ironic, but I felt free at the beginning. When Trefry and Governor Byam let me down was when I felt in captivity again. And the rest of the story you all know…

What did you feel when you found out that Imoinda was not death?

That was the happiest day of my life, even half century after I remember it as if it was yesterday. At the beginning I thought it was a dream or that I was death and I had found peace, and she was my peace. Sincerely, it cannot be explained with words, I still get excited when talking about it.

Now, that you have remind us that thrilling moment, why did you decide to kill your beloved Imoinda?

With no doubt it was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life, but I had to. I owed it to her. She was pregnant and both us knew we will not be free again. It was the most logic decision to kill her and our baby.

How did you feel when you were dying?

Believed it or not, I felt free. It was less painful than killing my Imoinda. When they were tearing my muscles I can swear that I was feeling released.

And, the last question: What is real love for you?

Love is suffering, love is pain and love is sacrifice. Love is what I feel for Imoinda. Love is forever; I still love her that much. But let me tell you what love does not mean. Love is not sharing. There is no need of sharing your feeling as I have been lately seen that couples do in social networks. [if !supportLineBreakNewLine] [endif]