Hi There, I've recently uploaded my book, "i Teach, Preach and Love" to Amazon.com and really need some nice reviews. It is 252 pages, and based on a true adventure. In exchange,I will write a free review for your book ~ to all new authors. Is anyone needing a review for Amazon to help your sales grow? If you are interested I can send you a link to my book upon request.
?THE POWER OF SOCIAL MEDIA : Be Yourself & Change Somebody?s Life Today.
? Marie Claudine MUKAMABANO? s Transformation Audio Bookis an excellent resource for every person who seeks to maximize the use of Social Media to change the lives of others.
In her book, Ms. Mukamabano describes the potential growth each person has to expand a company and bring it to a level beyond one?s imagination. She offers her life?s work as an example in a thrilling, entertaining, and exciting matter. In her Audio Book, no one will leave disappointed, but be Empowered to effectively use Social Media.
Marie Claudine MUKAMABANO , because of her Efforts, Work and initiative as well as her Humanitarian and Philanthropist activities , she was recognized to be
The 2014 ?Impact Maker in Development on the African continent? by Nigerian News Journey in Lagos And also The 2013 Africa Brave Award Winner in New York City, 2012 Humanitarian Achievements Award Winner, 2011 African Community Leader Award Winner & 2010 Ambassador for Peace Award Winner.
Marie Claudine Mukamabano, an orphan-survivor of Rwandan genocide, has received recognition from The Assembly of State of New York for turning a life of hardship into one of leadership and advocacy. on May 2011 on the occasion of the Africa Day Celebration.
In 2011, Miss Claudine graduated at the International Trauma Studies a program directed by Dr. Jack Saul a professor at Columbia University.
Today,Miss Claudine is a Transformation Author of ?THE POWER OF SOCIAL MEDIA: Be Yourself & Change Somebody?s Life Today.
In her everyday life and activities, Miss Claudine loves to educate people thePower of Innovation Technology,Leadership- Marketing, Entrepreneurship and Social Media.
Marie Claudine MUKAMABANO, initiated Press Conference at UN Church Center August 8,2014 on HOW TO FUNDRAISING TROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA , INNOVATIVE TECHNOLOGY & ENTREPRENEURSHIP in Collaboration with INTERNET SOCIETY'S NEW YORK CHAPTER
Miss Claudine is an inspirational andTransformation and influential Speaker, Author, Entrepreneur, Humanitarian, actress, artist, and Super Model. As artist, she dances at universities, churches and community groups as part of the Rwanda Dance Theater Company. As singer, she performs at the International Commemoration Day to mark the 15th Anniversary of the Rwanda Genocide at the United Nations attended by the Secretary-General, Ban Ki-moon.
She was awarded anInternational Marathon Peace Medal from the Soroptimist & Global Women for Peace in Kigali Rwanda MAY 2005.
In June 2005, she was chosen between 600 applicants from worldwide Artist to be the first artist from Rwanda even from East Africa to participate at the International Artistic program & Theater in New York City Directed by a Well known American Theater Director Robert Wilson, trough UNESCO.
She is the Founder , Chair-girl and CEO of Kuki Ndiho Rwanda Orphans Support Project , an organization that she established in 2005 to raise awareness on the genocide in Rwanda, help survivors, and aid orphans of HIV. In a personal capacity, she also serves as a mentor to many of the children, helping to build their confidence and give them inspiration.
After losing her parents, sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, loved ones, friends, classmates, and fellow countrymen during the Rwandan Genocide, her Catholic faith inspired her to seek the answer to the question of KUKI NDIHO? (Why do I exist?-Pourquoi J?existe?). This question now serves as the name of her organization, which has an extensive fundraising program in New York, as well as a presence in Belgium and South Africa. The thousands of dollars raised thus far continue to support hundreds of orphans in Rwanda www.whydoiexist.org Tel: 347 465 4045 E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
After losing her parents, sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, loved ones, friends, classmates, and fellow countrymen during the Rwandan Genocide, Ms. Mukamabano?s Catholic faith inspired her to seek the answer to the question of KUKI NDIHO ? Why Do I Exist, in her native tongue.This question now serves as the name of her organization, Why Do I Exist/ Kuki Ndiho Rwanda Orphans Support Project which she established in 2005 to raise awareness on the genocide in Rwanda, help survivors, and aid orphans of HIV. (For more information or to provide any donation to support this humanitarian effort , please visit whydoiexist.org.)
FREE BOOK TODAY ON KINDLE! "Da Vinci's REAL Hidden Secrets presents: 'Secrets and Adversaries: The Beginning' A FREE Amazon promotion Saturday, May 31, 2014 of the thrilling mystery novel: 'Secrets and Adversaries: The Beginning' COPY 'Secrets and Adversaries: The Beginning' to enter on Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I554YF4
FREE BOOK SATURDAY 5-31-14 ON KINDLE! "Da Vinci's REAL Hidden Secrets: Treasure Island" Embark upon a REAL Treasure Hunt with Da Vinci's REAL Treasure Map. Discover how comparing Da Vinci's Map to the 'Madonna of the Rocks' leads to secret Treasure!http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HZ8UY7O
So my plate is full today and my blog will be short. I leave you, my devoted followers with another of the music video’s that helped inspire my book. I hope it helps you get through the Manic Monday Blues! I will be back with my not so packed mommy schedule to leave you a blog post you can’t resist. Thanks for following and enjoy!
Sometimes I truly wonder if I do have what it takes. I haven't published anything worthy of being anything other than self-published and just because I have been writing for as long as I can remember doesn't mean I have can be published. So what makes me different? Well that's a great question, I believe in my stories are something different. I feel like i but out a whole new playing field. I always had a hard time finding something to sink my head into as a kid and today I still struggle to stay in it all the way to the end. So I keep the difficult readers in mind, I strive to keep your hardcore attention the whole way through. I send out a few Query's to see what I can get back in response! Wish my luck and Thanks for following!!!!
So what inspires you to write? I find I love music as much as I love writing, so I blend them. I find from time to time i have to stop and belt out a few lines of the songs from time to time and it helps me keep a clearer mind and fresh eyes. I always make sure that going into one of the important events in the story I belt out a few lines of my favorite inspirational songs. I even keep a play list for everything I write. I often wonder if anyone has ever given a recommended listening list with their work before? And would it help the reader be pulled in more feeling the emotion of the music like it does for me, or if it would be too distracting. I am all for reading but I need a little background noise too of I feel like I'm dead. However when you have kids that is only because silence means they are getting in trouble. So here is a video of one of many songs that inspire me to write my loving heart out!
I am a new writer and currently have two books available, "The Power of Thank You", and "The Power of Words". I am hopeful very soon to have the first of a children's series out as well, "The Creator and His Creations". I am in need of advice on some low cost ideas for marketing, and building a website. I have used weebly in the past and was satisfied, yet I was wondering if any one else had another suggestion. I would appreciate any input.
He didn?t mean to do it . . . Yet the shock in his victim?s eyes told David Hockey differently.
?Oh my god . . .? He whispered. And then tickling the sides of his face were the quickly morphing tears of coming madness.
?Ma??The sound of his non-emotional voice is what sickened him, not the ****-wretched smell of his mother. However he felt himself changing; he didn?t know it, but he felt evil personified. ?Mommy!? He said, trying to get more emotion into it, but all the word ?mommy? did was evaporate into the air, and hang there just before the whisper from David?s lips said: ?I killed my mother,? made the word disappear completely.
David walked over to his dear mommy, staring at the freshly sharpened steak knife sticking out of his mother?s throat. Blood tried to leak freely from where the wound would be if the knife were to be removed. Blood had navigated it's way down to her white blouse, seeping through and revealing her black sports bra, which to David now looked purple.
Dave just stood there, shadow over his mother?s body. He stared at the knife and then at her eyes, and that?s when he closed his own in terror. They stung. He closed his mother?s dead, terrified, and shocked eyes. They still seemed to have soul. God had not taken her spirit; not without getting David getting to feel at least some guilt.
Though David?s tears felt hot, along with this pounding remorse was the feel of a great and powerful?dark?high.
I killed my mother, David thought, enchanted by the words dancing through his mind. ?I killed Mommy,? he said aloud. ?And I?m only ten.?
Click.The sound of the door being unlocked, opened, and then noises of people. His sister saying something, and what? Her boyfriend too? Yeah, it was Greg?laughing at something she was saying to him; probably a corny half-assed joke?Beth wasn?t that funny, at least Dave didn?t think so; she was annoying.
At first Dave froze in fear, but then a crazy idea occurred to him. Killing his mother, though horrible, gave him the thrill of his life.
Wonderful wasn?t it? His own voice, yet somehow darker, seemed to speak to him from the front of his mind. Dave?s eyes then filled with insanity; he could hear the shallowness of his breath, the rapid beating of his heart.
?Mom?? Beth called, as Dave heard her heading toward the kitchen.
?She?s in here sissy.? Dave said, surprised by the steadiness in his voice. Dave then ran over to his mother, and quickly grabbed the knife out from the inside of her throat. Blood sprayed upward a little, like a quick leak from a fire hydrant.
?Oh my god, Mom!? Beth screamed as her own tears started to flow. And as she started to run toward the corpse of her murdered mother, she didn?t seem to notice that David still had a blood drenched knife held tightly in his right hand. Dave didn?t let her either, because with it he charged at Beth?s boyfriend, and killed him?thrusting the freshly blood-painted knife into Gregory?s abdomen.
Greg seemed to gulp the air, as little David took the knife out of his stomach. Darnit, David reflected, as Greg?s blood seemed to spill a little on David?s shirt. Greg fell to his knees and stared in disbelief at David?s wild enraged eyes; for a moment Greg thought he saw full black in his gaze instead of that adorable little brown.
?David!? Beth cried, and when her darling little brother turned around, she did not see him. She saw the spawn of Satan.
Smiling, Dave started laughing his full head off and ran toward his sister.
Beth booked it, and Dave pounced but missed, by just a few hairs.
Suddenly whatever insanity had overwhelmed Dave completed its possession. Windows then locked on their own, so did the doors. Everything sweet about David Hockey was also locked.
?All because I had top go in the corner!? David yelled. His voice was not just the cute high-pitched voice of a child, but deep and gurgling like that of a monster. It seemed a sinister, baleful creature was speaking behind him as David spoke.
?Beaaaaathhhhhhyyyyy?? David said in his most playful tone, which would make just about anyone shudder. David laughed, ?Aw, you?re such a good sissy, you never play hide ?n seek wit me.?
Dave was walking toward the door. Slow. Smiling wide enough to make his jaws creak.
It took a while?he was having fun. However soon, David stopped, his arms swung loosely in front of him, as if they were broken. He cocked his head like a dog; you could hear his neck crack as he did so.
?Found you.? David whispered and ran with arms swaying from side to side. He then ran, laughing toward the brown leather easy chair, and that?s when the door banged open.
?Freeze!? A young policeman said. Behind him was a slightly older one. Both looked shocked, but David knew that she had called them. David stopped all right, murmured something in what sounded like Latin, and then just dropped.
The younger cop ran toward the boy and to his surprise yet sickened relief that was held inside his stomach . . . ?He?s dead.?
In Autopsy, Dr. Stanley was stumped with this boy. Not only had he died of a heart failure and had virtually no physical problems, but also from the questions the authorities asked Elizabeth Hockey regarding if her baby brother showed any signs of being?well psychotic, she actually made the kid sound like a little ******* angel.
The police had also found a ouji board in David Hocky's room, and though one officer found this to be suspicious, it was immediately dismissed.
Suddenly Stanley heard the automatic door swish open, but saw no one coming through. The air felt suddenly chilled as the doctor realized the door just opened on it?s own.
Strange, Dr. Stanley reflected as he felt a jolt of adrenaline and anger coursed through him. He went back to the body and picked up one of his instruments: a large blade. Suddenly the deceased David Hockey opened his eyes, blackness started to rise out of the boy?s pours, and then for a split second . . . and the doctor's eyes turned black with insanity.