CHAPTER FOUR – “KISMET”

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

A.J.

The next time I saw my Honey Pooh-Bear was a few years later.

For some reason, my mom took us out of Trinity (and NOT Trinity Elem. in South Central!) We only went there that one (1) year. But, it was THE Most Memorable Year of My School Years, and I have TWO DEGREES! 😀

(“Trinity” – Hmmmph! لا إلهَ إلاّ اللّهُ THERE IS NO GOD BUT ALLAH!!!)

So, after “Trinity” (hmmph!), then we went to this school with devils. This was my first experience being with devils and I hated it and them. ALL of the teachers were prejudiced and there was not a single Black teacher in the whole school.

I know my mom only took us out of Trinity and dropped us in that hellhole because a girl from church whose parents were upper-middle class, and her brother went there.

Both my mom and my sister have this thing about the “Jones’ ” Not me though. At least I don’t think I do. I just like nice stuff – luxury and whatnot. But, not because anybody else has something. I like what I like. But, when you’re nine, you go wherever your mother takes you. :/

That’s really the only thing about that school worth mentioning. I learned how dirty and nasty, prejudiced and mischievous devils can be.

But, I had a best friend, Malikah! That was the first I had ever heard that name and I Never forgot her or it. (I know that’s not how you spell it, Dear Sister Malaika [ملكة] 😀 )

I didn’t find out until yesterday what my Hubby was doing those years we weren’t physically together (like now 😥 ) It was like he read my journal because I wrote all this stuff the day before yesterday!

Anyway, he changed his whole profile and posted all these throwback pics like, “Look Honey, this is what I was doing.” (smile) Honey-Sweet he is.

We stayed at the hell-hole for two years, then my parents decided to put us in public school. It was to be my first year in Junior High School.

I didn’t go to the neighborhood school. Now, it’s called “Johnny Cochran Middle School” but back then it was called “Mt. Vicious” LOL So, I went to school a little further West. :/

I wasn’t scared, just real nervous (Heeeeey, Fat Lip! 😀 ) because I had to catch the bus all by myself now. And, I didn’t know anybody at Pasteur, or so I thought.

But when I got there I saw a friend from church and she gave me the best. advice. ever. “Get in Drill Team.” (Heeeey Nikki! Thanks, Girl. ❤ How’s Snoopy? :/ )

So, I went there all three years and I remember three things.

1. My English Teacher – Mrs. Brown – She taught me my love for words extemporaneously. LOL Luv ya, Mrs. Brown!!! ❤ ❤

2. Reading The Color Purple. I always thought “Mr. Blank” But, I guess that wouldn’t work in a feature film. :/

3. Sitting in assembly and noticing that a group of students didn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag. That really got my attention. They didn’t even stand up! They just sat right there in their seats while we’re all pledging our allegiance to the flag of this wicked and evil counry of Christian devils who enslave, beat, rape and kill us DAILY! I must’ve already had it in me because I asked them “Why didn’t you say the Pledge of Allegiance?” They said:

WE HAVE OUR OWN FLAG.

ACTUAL FACTS BOARD

I didn’t know it then, but I was well on my way to joining the Nation of Islam right then and there.

I took a Computer Class and the extent of our learning how to program a computer was how to make a word or phrase run up, down and around; even sideways (Heeeey Dana!!! LOL) on the screen, ad infinitum.

But the teacher, Mr. Spencer (I wonder if he is a musician, hmmmm???) was soooooo cool. I learned all the words to “Roxanne-Roxanne” in his class. (We couldn’t listen to the radio at home. :/ ) Now that I remember him, he had to be a musician. His classes were full of music!

I had him for “Electric Shop” too. When I should have been in “Homemaking Class.” I think mine was the first generation to suffer from the effects of the “Women’s Lib” movement. “Latch-Key Kids….” The removal of “Shop” and “Homemaking” AND Art and Music…. I don’t know why they got rid of the Art and Music. Maybe they just threw out everything fun (Art and Music) and PRACTICAL (Shop [for the fellas] and Homemaking [for the girls] ). :/

Mr. Spencer noticed my typing one day and asked if I knew how to play the piano. The next thing I know I’m in the school band. I didn’t even know we had a band! They probably just started it back up for me. hee hee hee 😉

It was kinda fun though. I got to play the vibes a little. And I thought it was hella cool, the way the Brother who played the baritone saxophone used to lean to the side and play. I think he used to wear shades too. Salute!

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(Something like this 🙂 )

(Heeeey, Ms. Greene, I wish you had let me play the vibes a little more, Dear Sister. 😦 )

I KNOW I SAW A VIDEO OF DINAH WASHINGTON PLAYING THE VIBES SOMEWHERE. BUT I CAN’T FIND IT!!!

I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

 Anyway, at some point between Fifth and Ninth Grades (I was thinking Sixth, but judging by the sparkle in my eyes [it mirrors the sparkle in my Fourth Grade pic] in my Eighth grade picture, it may have been further down the road)

Me and my Honey-Bear ran into each other again.

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Sparks flew around the playground at Rancho Cienega. We were the only ones there.

Everybody else was watching boring Little League baseball. I’d rather watch paint dry.  But it is fun to play. When Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, was among us, in the history of The Nation of Islam, the Believers would join together, on Holy Tuesday (every Tuesday), and enjoy each other’s company.

Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Would WALTZ! with one of the Lucky Sisters, WITH A GLASS OF WATER ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!

The Believers and The Saviour would play games for prizes, and play baseball.

I used to play softball at the devil’s hell-hole and it must’ve been my first experience, because I remember I used to throw the bat every time I hit the ball. And everybody would yell, “Don’t throw the bat!” So, I used to overdo it. I would carefully, slowly and deliberately, lay the bat down by my feet after I hit the ball and then TAKE OFF!

I can be so dramatic…….

Anyway, we were the only ones at the playground and he must’ve spotted me first because I don’t really remember how our chance encounter commenced.

(Doesn’t “Ro-Ro” look like Ronnie??? Hmmmm????)

Man, we used to have so much fun at the playground back in the day.

The simpy playground equipment they have for our children to play on nowadays is boring compared to the toys we used to have. The only thing they retained that’s any fun are the swings. It’s hard to find a decent slide nowadays.

We played on the see-saw. It’s too bad they don’t make them like they used to. You could really cement a friendship on the See-Saw. You were completely putting your life in the other person’s feet (smile) all the while, creating a life-long, close-knit bond that can only come from riding a see-saw with the one you love.

That’s probably why they don’t have them anymore. They (American devils) don’t want us to form those types of bonds. They don’t even want them with each other. Mischief and Bloodshed is what they were made for.

But we rode it together anyway.

He pushed me on the Merry-Go-Round and we talked.

I used to love the Merry-Go-Round too, so I’m just having a ball with the man of my dreams and just as happy as I could be, and just as oblivious to the magnitude of the time as I could be too.

I asked him how come he wasn’t playing baseball. His reply was that he plays Basketball. How cool is that?!?!? My Honey is the Dopest. They didn’t have a hoop in the whole park yet he still won’t play boring baseball. Such a showman.

“SHOWTIME!!!”

 

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