Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing: Everyday Inspiration, Day 20: Wrap It Up


Writing: Every Day Inspiration; is a challenging Course which exposes a participant in a variety of ways that could inspire him/her to write and publish their post. It has certainly enlightened my mind and enhanced my writing skills.
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Redeeming Luv


Writing: Everyday Inspiration

While there are many reasons why people do things, on one hand: there are some who do things for reason they themselves do not know, on the other hand. I admire the approach the course “Writing: Everyday Inspiration” took from Day One.

Day one: I write because, —allowed a participant to dig deeply within to bring out the root-cause why he/she writes. Admirably, from day one of this Writing Course Participants were asked to give reasons why we write, and again that was a good approach to start this course. While Day two: The methodology used assisted each participant to let go of any existing pent up feelings, and allow his/her thoughts to flow freely by practically thinking what to write on a list, and by actually writing a list of things he/she likes. Day three: One word inspiration, — was helpful in that it helped participants to look at one word for inspiration to post their ideas. However, Day four: Writing a story in a single image,—  was a continuity of Day three, but at the next level where participants found out that inspiration comes not only from a single word, but also from a single image to write stories, essays, poems, and personal thoughts. This brings us to Day Five: Hook ‘em with a quote, — This was very interesting. And it encouraged Participants to use quotes from others to start their writing. Next was Day six: The space to write,— this exercise prompted participants to express their preferences concerning a comfortable space to write, for example, blogging on a personal laptop, or in a coffee shop, or in  a quiet room, or in a closed space, or in an isolated area. Day seven: Let the social media inspire you, — exposed participants to new places, for instance, Twitter, and Facebook, and New York Times etc. to receive inspiration to write. Day eight: Reinvent the letter format, — prompted participants to use a letter to write a story and to get their message across. Day nine: Writing and not writing, — had a different approach when compared with the previous days. It allowed participants to take a break and focus on alternatives such as, to take part in social activities, to have new experiences, and “to reflect and recharge before returning to their writing space. This was a great idea that was transmitted to us and we put into practice. Following that break, Day 10: Let the scene write itself,— made participants shift from finding information on our personal experiences, images and words: to silently observing our world, and write our observations. From the challenging assignment, we faced Day 11: A cup of tea, — as part of the program helped participants to see the need to update their work, or blog, regardless of its nature. And a creative approach to affect an update post is via a “virtual coffee date.” This brings us to Day !2: Critique a work,—This fine task helped participants to express our opinion on something we were passionate about, for instance, a piece of art, or something to do with entertainment, other. It helped boost participants’ commenting skills. But Day Thirteen: Play with Word Count:—Helped participants received inspiration by changing things up, for example, using Word Count. Moving away from using a timed free-write and word count exercise, Day Fourteen: Recreate a Single Day: — helped participants to incorporate a new restriction i.e. to write a post that “takes place during a single day.” Day Fifteen: Take a Cue from the Reader: — encouraged participants to find inspiration to write through a Contact Form or a Poll set up to collect feedback information. This brings us to Day Sixteen: Mine Your Own Materials:—encouraged participants to find materials things we cherish on line as inspiration for a New Post, for example, in Facebook. Another Change for inspiration came with the course Day Seventeen: a Map as Your Mouse: —this course was informative. It helped participants to know the purpose of the use of maps in writing, for example, it is used to: tell personal tales, our country of origin, identify locations, and track movements, etc. We now come to Day Eighteen: A Series of Anecdotes: —this coursehelped participants to understand that constant repetition and build up give formation and impetus to a piece of writing, and it keeps our readers occupied too. Then Day Nineteen: Feature a Guest: —engaged participants in reaching out to a candidate to collect needed materials to publish a post, but with link back to the Collaborator’s site. And last but not least, Day 20: Wrap it up: —which gave me the opportunity to put the whole course in this format  and to make short comments. End.


Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing:Everyday Inspiration, Nineteen: Feature a Guest

My beloved, I take this opportunity to say Greetings to all my Friends in our Word Press Community, who have been reading my blogs. Also, I welcome all new Friends who have joined the Community on my blog page so far. You are an encouragement to me. I am encouraged. I thank you kindly for your moral support. May God bless you in your present and future endeavors. I love you.

Redeeming Luv

Below are five top Longreads for the week that I find to be interesting, and I am recommending them to you, with the hope that you will read and find them the same as I do. Enjoy.




Ardelia Ali was raped in 1995. Twenty years later, her rapist was convicted thanks to the tireless efforts of prosecutor Kym Worthy.



1 This post tells the story of an eighteen year old  young lady by the name of Ardelia Ali, an employee of Burger King, who was raped on Saturday evening, November 18, 1995. On that day she sold Woody and Buzz Light year puppets with Kids Club meals all afternoon. Unfortunately, after a hard day’s work she still in her uniform was returning home by a city bus which stopped on Detroit’s 7 Mile Road. She stepped out at that bus stop and into the chilly night, “turned up the hood of her coat, and hurried over the cracked sidewalk,” to go to her grandmother’s warm bungalow house which was a block away from the bus stop, in order to prevent the cold from sinking into her bones. But that did not happen so fast, someone had other plans: as “she turned the corner, she saw the yellow house lights shining, waiting for her:” There was this man whose loud footsteps were silenced by the traffic over on Gratiot Avenue, however, from the       streetlight she observed his shadow overtaking hers and as she stepped aside onto a patch of grass to allow him to pass by. But instead he grabbed her by the back of her coat, held a knife to her right temple, led her passed her grandmother’s house and into a vacant field filled with weeds and broken bottles, and raped the innocent virgin.

It was not until twenty years after when justice was served. To read more please click the link: http://www.elle.com/culture/a37255/forgotten-rape-kits-detroit/?src=longreads


Refugees Encounter a Foreign Word: Welcome

How Canadian hockey moms, poker buddies and neighbors are adopting Syrians, a family at a time.



2 This post tells a story of how on a cold day in February a cautious Canadian woman in Toronto, Kerry McLorg drove to an airport hotel there to pick up a family of Syrian refugees, whom she never met or spoken to before, but they were about to move into her basement. Abdullah Mohammad and his family were staying at the hotel, and they had all their family documents to hand. His room phone rang and the interpreter invited him downstairs because his sponsors had come for them.

I find this post interesting especially because it demonstrates how humanity is reaching out to man. I recommend this post for you to read. Here is the link: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/07/01/world/americas/canada-syrian-refugees.html?src=longreads&_r=0


All the Greedy Young Abigail Fishers and Me

Jia Tolentino

Tuesday 3:55pm



3 This post is about UT Austin an extraordinary school that emits both “capaciousness and prejudice.” But “it is the top choice for many Texas high school students, and its unique admissions policy carries a lot of weight.” It is interesting to find out more about this school, its story line and its policy.  Here is the Link:


 The Fugitive, His Dead Wife, and the 9/11 Conspiracy Theory That Explains Everything   BY



June 28, 2016

4 This post is about a murder in Denver on New Year’s Eveearly in the morning in 2002. After the police at Denver received the report about 1:40 A.M. officers went to the Victorian house on Clayton Street within minutes. They saw the caller through the glass in the front door and after he was not in a position to open it, they smashed a glass window next to the front door, enter the house and the disoriented, distressed and drunk called pointed them to the upper flat, where they saw a young woman in her early thirties “sitting on a dark blue chaise longue, her head resting against the wall. A .45-caliber semi-automatic handgun lay on a comforter on the floor in front of her. She was bleeding heavily from the head.”
Did Sonnenfeld get away with murder, or is he just an innocent abroad? To answer this question and to know more please click link:




Angels in America: The Complete Oral History


5The story is about Tony Kushner’s (playwright of Angels in America,): who died of AIDS around Novenber1985; and how his play became the defining work of American art of the past 25 years. By Isaac Butler and Dan Kois. To read more please click the link:


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




Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing:Every Day Inspiration, Day One! I write because

I write because I love the skill and I am using it to share my thoughts with all interesting. Through it I hope to connect with others with similar ideas, and with some others who may find it to be a source of inspiration and guidance, and willingly make radical changes in their lifestyle for the better.

I write because I am a positive thinker in Christ, with a vision i.e. to bring people of all nations to the knowledge of the truth of God’s Word to the point where whosoever believes may see the need to repent and return to God Almighty their creator through Christ. And I believe that this can be accomplished comfortably through the written page among other options.

I write because I believe that what I share from the Word with my readers will give faith to the fainthearted, hope to the hopeless, life to the dying, wholeness to the sick, confidence to those who lack, power to the powerless, strength to the weak, and bring peace, love and joy to all, even to the unlovable. The Word will  brng about a big turnaround in the lives of those who believe it from the heart.

I write because though not known, if given the means to travel worldwide, it would still be impossible for me to meet everyone that might want to meet me, because we are separated by air, vast land and sea. But my writings may go to places where I may not reach, and get in the hands of millions who want to read them.

I write because it keeps me occupied, alert, prayerful, and always doing my research … to share fresh knowledge with my readers to affect change and open doors to new blessings, new joys and new beginning, in Christ, for all of us who believe. To Yahweh is the Glory.

Redeeming Luv

Writing: Everyday Inspiraton

Writing: Everyday Inspiration: Day Two! Write a List

Topic: Things I like

I like looking at the sun when it is setting in the West

I like the change of weather when it rains

I like to watch the colors of my sweet  peppers on the trees as they grow

I like to pick my own home grown bananas

I like the quiet

I like to listen to good singing

I like to see children laugh and play

I like to chat with the elderly

I like looking at the ocean when it is calm

I like tea