Trinbago Techie

This is a chapter from my fifth book called Freedom It is 410pm on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. I have done enough research and made enough notes that I could write my fifth chapter in this book. The idea for this chapter came when scrolling through facebook and stumbling upon a post with a typewriter. I want to get a typewriter. Seriously. I want to get a typewriter. If you have a writer in your life, a typewriter would make the perfect gift. It would also be a great story to tell. Next thing you know, your writer friend is sending typewritten letters to friends around the world. I read that some young people are buying old typewriters as a creative escape from the distractions of computers and the internet. And just like that I have found a new interest. I even joined an "Antique Typewriter Collectors" group on facebook. Guess who called Jen Mar Machines in Trinidad to find out if they still sell typewriters? It was me and sadly they do not. The world of typewriters is fa

This is a chapter from my fifth book called Freedom Trinis have the phrase "I have a bird" to describe being in a relationship with someone. Now I am curious how that slang term came to be. Some birds are known for their intricate courting rituals so maybe it has something to do with that. No birds for me. That won't be me. I enjoy the freedom of being single too much. Life is less complicated that way. No strings attached. Birds are a symbol of freedom. But why? Birds can fly anywhere they want. They have an aerial view of the world. There is less traffic in the sky. Birds have their pick of the mangoes when mango season comes around. Birds defy gravity. I asked my friend Gemini, why are birds a symbol of freedom? He pointed to their ability to fly which represents liberation from earthly bounds. Birds have also been seen as messengers between the heavens and humanity, adding to their mystique and association with the limitless. I am now reminded by the popular meme with

This is a chapter from my fifth book called Freedom The quintessential collector. Have you witnessed one in your lifetime? These are collectors who embody the very essence of collecting. They are passionate, knowledgeable, and dedicated to their pursuit. I admire the commitment. I feel the passion. I am drawn to being a part of this. Why do people collect things? Certainly this is great as a hobby and gives you all the benefits of a hobby. If done correctly I suppose. Stress relief and mental well-being, learning new things, may involve physical health, then there is social connection and personal growth and accomplishment. Collecting things is a way of creating memories. For example some people who travel collect fridge magnets from the places they visit. Each magnet represents part of their personal map and a souvenir of the soul. Something to cherish and hold on to. The collector is making history and owns part of history. I figure it is linked back to our hunters and gatherers past

This is a chapter from my fifth book called Freedom My bags are packed, my people. I am going on an outing to a quiet surfing village in another part of the world. I have packed some shorts, armhole jerseys, a pair of flip flops and my gopro camera. It has been a while since I have gone to the beach. I live on an island and I cannot swim and I do not go to the beach. They really say that people do not appreciate what they have. Where I am heading I have to take a plane or two. I am going to Nosara in Costa Rica. Nosara is a village and district on Costa Rica's Nicoya Peninsula. It is known for the beaches, nature, and wildlife and of course surfing. The closest airport to Nosara is Tamarindo (TNO) Airport which is about 42 kilometers away. According to legend, Nosara is named after a Chorotega princess who died fighting for love on her beach. Sayonara, I am going to Nosara! Like how I rhymed that? And through the power of the internet I have landed on a beach in Nosara. I could jus

This is a chapter from my fifth book called Freedom Wake up and smell the sunflower. It is the start of a new day. Normally I would say wake up and smell the coffee but how else would I be able to continue from the last chapter of my last book. Funny thing though is that in actuality I have neither coffee nor sunflower to smell. I have to use my imagination. I do have the smell of hope though. I hope that we all get to experience happiness and freedom and peace. I hope that the world knows peace. We can work on this day by day. The joy is in the journey and not in the destination if that could make us feel better about not being there at the moment. They say that the sunrise gives us a ray of hope. That is true but we could also say that the sunrise gives us a day of hope. Another day to work on being better than before. This book gives me the freedom to just write. Write about anything. And in any which way. I could be aimlessly wandering one moment then trying to explain how the inte

This is a chapter from my fourth book called When hunger yearns This is the final chapter of this book. I imagine myself standing on the pigeon point jetty in Tobago. I imagine myself with camera in hand waiting for the perfect sunset. The day was long and this was a fitting end to a day of adventure. All good things must come to an end. Endings make way for new beginnings. The sun sets on our part of the world but rises in another part of the world. It is the cyclical nature of life. The waves gently come to shore and the tourists take their last dip in the sea. Life is full of ups and downs and everything comes in waves. A year ago I had no idea I would write this book but here I am today writing the final chapter. Soon I start my next book called Freedom. The sunset frees us from the heat of the day and brings the cool of the night. It quiets the mind and prepares us for the resting of our soul. A year ago on this day we were celebrating Eid. This year we celebrated Eid last week. N

This is a chapter from my fourth book called When hunger yearns I chose a word from the happy prime numbered pages of this book to form this question. I did it without much effort so the question was much of a surprise to me. Something from my subconscious I suppose. In answering this question I present to you my notes in a raw format. Just like I did in a previous chapter . We are infinite beings of love. God's love is infinite. Love equals happiness. I found this Medium article where a Mathematician speaks of love https://matthewoldridge.medium.com/a-mathematician-speaks-of-love-b79da9191861 It is stated that, "The only true infinity is love". In my research, I encountered Ramanujan once again. He was said to be the man who knew infinity and said to have a boundless love for Mathematics. I also read that he was scared of infinity while he did much work with infinity. His famous quote which I discovered in a previous chapter "What is an equation for life?" http