Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing: Everyday Inspiration, Day Seventeen: A Map As Your Muse


D’Aguiar Park is located on the junction of Mandella Avenue and the East Bank Public Road Guyana. It is the home for the Manufacturing of Banks Beer and other products. A ride from the Park along the East Bank Public Road to Cheddi Jagan International Airport is about 16 miles.

Have you ever left something that was important to you at either one of two places, but was not sure where specifically and you decided to walk back to both places in your desperation to find your precious item? Well that was my experience about a year ago.

Fortunately it was about mid-morning when I was travelling on a bus along the East Bank Public Road when I came off at the Bus Stop by the Demerara Harbor Bridge to speak with a school mate I did not see for years. It was an exciting time for both of us as we ask about the where about of our classmates and teachers and lecturers whom we did not see or heard about in the longest while. Then we spoke about other things generally pertaining to local, regional and global issues, and changes we expect to see in the not too distant future. We sipped a can of juice, which we purchased from a vendor just where we stood, and afterwards we went our several ways. I stood at the Bus Stop not even for a minute when a bus arrived and off I went on it.

While on the bus I remembered that I needed some revenue stamps, and I decided to stop at the Agricola Post Office whicBanks DIHh is located on the left hand side just off the of the East Bank Public Road when travelling in a northern direction. The bus stopped directly at the Post Office and I paid my fare. Subsequently, I went into the Post Office and after purchasing my stamps, I caught another bus which was travelling to the City. I was in a relaxed mood at that time when I felt that I had missed something, and shortly after I realized that I did not have the book I had left home with. So I asked the driver to stop the bus, which was by then just opposite to D’Aguiar Park , strategically located on the right hand side of the East Bank Public Road. And that land mark became the starting point of my journey by foot in the opposite direction (i.e. the Southern direction) in search of my precious book.


From D’Aguiar Park I walked past Meadow Bank a little village on the Southern half of the East Bank Road then to Hustan Estate and Gaffoor’s Complex which sells everything Hardware, from a screw to large industrial building materials. Walking briskly on the pavement which starts by Huston Government Secondary School on the left hand side of the road I finally reached the Agricola Post Office, but when I inquire from the clerk if a book was left there, but he said that there was no evidence of a book around, and that hardly any one visited the Post office within a two hours period.  However he invited me to look around in the public area, and at a quick glance I did not see the book lying anywhere around. But I still had hopes in finding my book. I thanked the clerk and I headed up the road walking at fast as I could, and that was with no slow pace.


In a jiffy I headed pass Two Brothers Corporation and as I blazed the trail beads of perspiration flowed down my face and by the time I had reached Eccles Assembly of God Church, the shirt on my back was soaked, it was about 1:00 P M, you see. Nevertheless, I was determined to make it to the Bridge and to find my book. I was a good walk from Eccles to the bridge and I decided to burn some more calories. I was not tired at all and nothing else bothered me either. I challenged myself to reach theHarbor Bridge download Bridge at all cost in one half of an hour. I had my time piece on me, but did not make myself a time checker. I soon came around the turn around the Nandi Park Area, and soon I would reach the bridge, so I increased my walking speed until I reached the finishing line at the bridge.


Praise the Lord! I exclaimed. As I was about to approach the Vendor: lifting the book with her right hand she asked, “Are you looking for this? I smiled and I said, “Yes, thank you.” And she said, “Take it, it’s yours.”  I breathed a sigh, and with my next breadth I thanked her, and prayed for the prosperity of her soul and business.

Praise the Lord! I exclaimed. As I was about to approach the Vendor: lifting the book with her right hand she asked, “Are you looking for this? I smiled and I said, “Yes, thank you.” And she said, “Take it, it’s yours.”  I breathed a sigh, and with my next breadth I thanked her, and prayed for the prosperity of her soul and business.

–Redeeming Luv

Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing:Everyday Inspiration, Day Eighteen: Compose a Series of Anecdotes

Porridge.for breakfast: a good daily kick start
Her Son would not eat his porridge. Children are the products of the union between two couples. But each is different and while the siblings may have some things in common, when it comes to eating there may be one among them that has very peculiar habits. And such was the case with a well known dietician’s son. Being a loving and caring mother and career woman,—an expert in her field of Food and Nutrition, and second to none, she made all the good choices for her husband, herself and family as a whole. And porridge was not an exception: rather a priority. And yet, her son would not eat the porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. She used oat meal to regulate their appetite. As a wife and mother she regulated the appetite of her family by ensuring that they consume a high amount of dietary fiber as found in whole grains. She knew that it helped to fill them up and avoid over eating. Besides fibers keep the blood-sugar at the normal levels and reduces the threat of high cholesterol. Thus for these good reasons she boiled and served a cup of oatmeal (with nuts, seeds and berries) each to her family members for breakfast, and was bothered when her son would not eat his porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. She tried to instill in her family that energy was important for the proper performance of the body. And that Porridge is high in carbohydrates and due to its slow digestion your energy is preserved longer. Further that Carbohydrates are need for the best possible brain functioning and energy throughout the day. And even when she adds honey, brown sugar and plenty milk to boost it up and to even increase the calories. Her Son would not eat his porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. Porridge, she said, has a tremendous amount of iron which is used “for the production of myoglobin and hemoglobin, which unite with red blood cells to transport oxygen to the muscles as well as other areas of the body. One cup of porridge contains 100% for the prescribed intake for men. But her son would not eat the porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. Concerned about their adequate intake of Phosphorus, she served it daily. She taught them that porridge has high amounts of Phosphorus, and the daily intake is only 25%. Also that Phosphorus is stored in the bones and helps to: produce energy, filter the waste through the kidneys and in recovering the muscle after vigorous exercise. But her son would not eat the porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. She emphasized many times to her family the importance of Calcium in the human body. And she practiced what she believed about porridge. She insisted that Porridge has high amounts of Calcium which helps to strengthen bones and teeth. It helps is the secretion of: hormones, nerve transmission and in the functioning of muscles. The prescribed daily intake for the male between the ages of 19-70 is 1000 milligrams.  A cup of porridge contains about 187 milligrams. But her son would not eat the porridge.

Her Son would not eat his porridge. She did all she could to get the message across to her family that porridge has Vitamin A that the human body really needs to boost its protection. And that Vitamin A is a fat-soluble vitamin that the body needs for: vision, cell and tissue growth and reproduction. She told her family that Vitamin A is also an antioxidant, which helps destroy free radicals and reduce the risk for chronic disease. And just one (1) cup serving of porridge supplies more than 1,450 international units of vitamin A, but the recommended daily value of it is 3,000. And to this date all the family ate the porridge with a smile on their faces, but Her Son would not eat his porridge.

-Redeeming luv

Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing: Everyday Inspiration, Day 16: I Left her behind—and had to move on

I Left her behind—and had to move on
Over a decade ago I spent my vacation in a bordering country. I enjoyed three weeks time I there, but I left with mixed emotions. Next door to where I was staying was an aged woman who lived in a cottage all by herself. In a conversation she told me that she had given birth to three children, two girls and a boy, who were all grown adults, but her two daughters were living abroad, and the her son loved to travel and was seldom at home. So I started to look out for her for as long as I was there. And for the first week she would come at her window and would stay on the veranda of the house I was staying and talked with her. What was admirable about her was that she was very chatty, full of humor and had a good memory. So during her conversations with me would laugh at times, look sad at times and at other times she would cry a little bit and so on, but for the most part she was happy.

The next week she looked forward to chatting with me, so she looked through her window to see if I was anywhere around, and when she did not see me she called out, “Hello stranger! Hello foreigner! Good Morning! But I did not hear her when she made the first call because I was way down at the back of the house. Fortunately, for her I was returning to the front of the house when I heard a strong voice saying, “Hello stranger! Hello foreigner! Good Morning. I recognized her voice and hastened to the front and opened the door to the veranda just in time to save her the third shout out. She stopped at “Hel” when she saw me, and started to laugh “till her belly almost burst.” I couldn’t help doing the say, for all I knew I was laughing because she was laughing heartily and I could not help but doing so. After a good minute of laughter, the so called “Medicine;” still giggling she said, “Wait man for a moment I thought you had gone back already,” and she laughed out a while longer, dried her tears, and was silent for a while, i.e. almost a minute. I keep looking at her from the veranda as I tried to figure out what she was really thinking about. I wanted to turn her attention away to something that would take her out of that gloomy mood. So I said, “It seems that today is going to be a lovely day.” Pointing to the sun I said, “Look there the sun is rising already.” Then she look around and said, “Oh, yes.”

I said: “Well I just feel like making my own Cook-up rice today for a change.”

She asked, “Can you cook?” with a broad smile.

I said, “You will tell me about that when I offer you some.”

She said, “Do you mean what you just said.”

I said, “Sure, and I am going to start the ball rolling right now.”

So I asked her for an excuse, went into the kitchen and started my preparation.

First I soaked three quarters of a pint of red pea before I started to prepare and seasoned up about one and a half pound of chicken. After an hour I lit the stove and fried the cut up seasoned chicken. Subsequently, I added the red peas and a pint of clean rice (which I washed thoroughly) to the fried chicken in the pressure pot. I fried them properly with added seasoning, for example, salt, garlic, onion, ginger, celery, thyme, pepper and chicken seasoning. Finally, I added coconut milk and adequate water and I closed the pot.

My final preparation was the fish. They were already cleaned so I did minimal cleaning, used a towel to dry out excessive water from them, season them up, and fry them until they got a brown color. And by- the-way, the cook-up was actually finished and I turned down the heat, added three big pieces of fried fish in it and left it to simmer for five minutes more. I did that because I wanted to leave just enough moisture in the food, instead of allowing it to dry down.

Lunch having finished, I told her and she asked me to take it over for her. So I decorated her food with two pieces of fried fish and salads plenty etc., and when she put the first spoon in her mouth, she nodded and smiled. I stood looking on. And after she ate the next spoon’s full, she asked, “Did you cook this? Yes, I replied. She said, “It tastes very good you know”. ‘Thank you,” I replied. Then I left and had a ball with mine. And, of course, I chased it down with a large glass of swank (natural lime drink). If you know Ms. Talkative well enough, she talked about the Cook-up all the time.

But my three weeks stay was coming to an end. I just had three more days to stay in her beautiful country, but that was not the problem. The real problem was how to leave her behind in the happy frame of mind she was in? Conscious of the fact that earlier when in the midst of her laughter she stopped, and slump into a melancholy frame of mind, I had to find a way (put it this way) to tell her up front that I had to go back to work in my country. So I started to tell her that truth a little bit at a time, for example, from my veranda I said, “I have to return to work in three days time, you know.” “O, yes” was her reply. The next day after we talked, talked, talked, and talked,—a long talk with no little laughter, I said to her, I am going to do some packing.

But the final day had come for me to leave, and I went over to pray with her, and no sooner had we prayed than she started to talk about the Cook-up. And she said something else that was very interesting, and that was, “I have two daughters, who live abroad, and a son, who lives here, but loves to travel and is never home. My daughters support me every month and I am thankful for that, but they are not here in person when I am sick. Sometimes when I cannot go to the grocery store, I would ask someone I know to buy a few items for me, but they do not always bring back my change.”  Then in a bold but sad tone of voice she asked, “Are you going to come back?”  I gave her a nod, since I couldn’t speak at that moment. And she said to me, “Maybe by the time you come back, I will have died.” And I said to her, “Don’t say so, God is in charge.


—Redeeming Luv