Month: August 2015

CHAPTER SEVEN – “THE STAIRS”

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

So, after graduation from Pasteur, which was horrible because my mom wouldn’t let me celebrate with my friends, who were allegedly with N.E., if I remember correctly.

I had to go out to dinner with “them.” (My family) I cried. I hated/hate my mother.

I wrote that in my diary B.I.T.D. and my father read it and left her. I hate him too. I almost wish they had never hooked up. :/

I am the result of the only pregnancy they planned, so something of good came out of them. Allah is THE BEST PLANNER.

Anyway, I was also upset because ALL of my friends were going to Hamilton High. That’s where I wanted to go soooooooooooo badly. 😥 But I had to go to L.A. I didn’t know ANYBODY who was going there. 😥

But on the first day, I saw some familiar faces.

One of these faces, was this Sister who was in the same Fourth Grade class with me and my Habibi ❤ at Trinity.

We were walking near the rear gate at my school and I saw a Brother. I don’t know what it was about him, but I was immediately intrigued.

I asked Stephanie something I have NEVER asked about any Brother before or since, “WHO IS THAT?“

She casually replied, “Oh, THAT’S A.J.“

I couldn’t believe I didn’t recognize my Honey-Stick! But, I was thinking, “A.J.!?! Hmmph! He Must Think He’s All That.” At Trinity, he was Jamal. I guess he grew up and got cool.

Anyway, we hooked up, of course and became inseparable once more.

 We understand each other like other people will NEVER understand us. When our classmates ripped us apart they called us “LOONEY TUNES” We both love music. I don’t know about the Looney. But, probably to them.

We enjoy things that, it seemed, only certain people (certainly, no one we knew) enjoy together. He gets me and I understand him better than anyone else. I LOVE YOU, HABIBI! ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀

When other people made fun of us individually, we had each other. They used to try and belittle him, in front of me all the time (still do) in a useless attempt to make me stop LOVING HIM. Crumbs. NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN.

Years later, one night at the club, he was standing near me and my so-called friends. This one was cracking on his suit so badly. I felt sorry for him. But he just acted like he didn’t even hear her. He was just watching the dance group working it out on stage. ( “THE ❤ POSSE” ) So, everybody’s watching the group and my “friend” is continually talking about my Honey-Stick, when next thing we know, he leaps onto the stage, which had to be at least four feet high and finishes the routine with the group – THE STAR OF THE SHOW!!!

(PISSED – NO RAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(W T F WERE YOU THINKING???!!!!!!!!)

EVERYBODY WAS DUMBSTRUCK, ESPECIALLY MY “FRIEND.” I don’t see how you can still befriend her, Habibi. I blocked her a long time ago. But, I have never been more awestruck in my life! I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t there!

 He is a little older than I am. That’s really no excuse. I never knew that Brothers could be hurt from love. That’s no excuse. It’s true. But it’s no excuse, Sir.

I was fourteen in September, 1985. Only six (6) years after we first met. Seems like much longer. But there we were meeting again for the second time. He was “A.J.” now.

When you’re a teenager, you don’t really take the time to analyze things. Things just happen. You don’t think about why and what could be the result.

I had a journal, of course. I had kept one since I met him and our teacher (Mrs. Bacon, can you believe that? :/ I was shocked to learn there was a Mr. Bacon too) introduced us to composition books. I think I’ve owned one ever since. I have a chartreuse one now. 😀

 I hate when people tell me “No.” or “You’re not supposed to” or “You can’t do” something. I think a little bit more than ordinary people. So, I’m a rebel with a cause but without a pause.

I remember, one day we were on the stairs in this corner of the school that nobody uses.

I didn’t even know they were there. So we could isolate and listen to this little red radio we got from one of my “friends.”

Music has always been a part of our lives. In fourth grade I would write down the lyrics (I don’t know if I used to print them or write in cursive. I guess after I learned how to write in cursive I wrote them in cursive 😀 ) to the Love Songs we had the sheet music to.

I stared taking piano lessons when I was seven (7) but my mom would allow us to go to the music store and buy sheet music for R&B songs as an alternative to the classical. If I had had the notion I would have bought some Ellington.

I saw some of his sheet music for the first time about a month ago and it blew my mind! I didn’t want to stop playing. I had never seen any music written like that in my life. #nowimonamission 😀

So, we were on the stairs (supposed to be in class 😉 I don’t know why everything that’s supposed to be wrong is so RIGHT when we’re together. EVERYTHING!) listening to Patti and Michael. I HATED that song! Now, I know why. Interracial relationships are shameful!

I’m pretty sure this was after I allowed him to be the first man to kiss me. So, there was probably some making out on those stairs. But I had never been more at ease. My Habibi just makes everything right and exact.

So, when this teacher came ambling down the hall towards us, we didn’t even pay him any attention, I didn’t anyway. Until he said those dreaded three words:

“Go To Class.”

FRUIT TREES IN ABUNDANCE

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters!

I recently made an update on Facebook about planting fruit seeds instead of throwing them away. Well, I think that is something worth preserving 🙂 so I thought it would be good to post a blog about it.

Just think Sisters and Brothers, if every time we ate a piece of fruit, we PLANTED the seeds as opposed to throwing them away! We would have an abundance of fruit in season and within reach at all times!

It is so easy, just take an old spoon or knife and dig a little hole, put it in the ground and cover it up. Water it if you want. But Allah (God) can take it from there.

If you don’t have the wherewithal to plant it, just drop it on some dirt. Drop it in the bushes. It will grow or it might not grow. BUT IT HAS A BETTER CHANCE THAN IF YOU THROW IT AWAY!

I walk alot and I trespass. Sorry. But curiosity is the mother of invention sometimes.

I was walking from Ontario and ended up in some city and can’t even remember the name. But I passed a house and the gate was open and I wanted so badly to see what the backyard looked like, but it wasn’t open enough and I didn’t want to get stuck. So, I didn’t go in the back of that house.

But I passed an even MORE beautiful house and the gate was open, so I went in. I went in the backyard and you could not even see the sky for the trees. There were HAWKS in these trees. But EVERY TREE BORE SOME TYPE OF FRUIT. Oranges. Lemons. Avocados. EVERY TREE. And there had to be at least fifty trees in this one backyard. EVERY TREE BORE FRUIT.

That just opened my eyes and changed my whole perspective.

I continued my walk and I passed houses that had orange trees in the front yard with hundreds of oranges, just there. I picked three or four and ate some juicy, delicious oranges on my walk.

Granted California is optimal land for fruit trees, but I don’t see what harm could come in planting seeds anywhere on the Earth. If Allah Wills, it will grow into a tree, or bush or vine. Just Plant The Seeds.

You will feel so good about yourself. And other people will see and be inspired to do the same! You just planted TWO seeds. One physical and one mental.

The Holy Qur-an uses the parable of the Tree to symbolize A Good Word and Good Deeds. Chapter 14:24, 25 reads, “Seest thou not how Allah sets forth a parable of a good word as a good tree, whose root is firm and whose branches are high,
Yielding its fruit in every season by the permission of its Lord? And Allah sets forth parables for men that they may be mindful.”

The fruits are only the fruits of our own good deeds. They are blessings which are based on our good deeds/words (good trees).

Fruits are some of the BEST foods we can eat. Let’s make them available for ourselves and our progeny. So what if you’re not there to reap the rewards? You will receive blessings in another form. Plant the seed it’s better than throwing it away.

THE TWENTY-THIRD (23RD) PSALM

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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PSALMS CHAPTER 23

The Lord (ALLAH – BLACKMAN) is my SHEPHERD (Patron)

I SHALL NOT WANT

He Maketh Me To Lie Down In GREEN PASTURES جنة

HE LEADETH ME BESIDE THE STILL WATERS

HE RESTORETH MY SOUL نفس

HE LEADETH ME IN THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ

FOR HIS NAME SAKE
لطيفة الله

YEA, THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE
VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
(AMERICA)

I WILL FEAR NO EVIL

FOR THOU
(MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD [SWT])
ART WITH ME

THY ROD AND THY STAFF,
THEY COMFORT ME

THOU PREPAREST A TABLE BEFORE ME
IN THE PRESENCE OF MINE ENEMIES
أحمد جمال

SURELY GOODNESS AND MERCY
 الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

SHALL FOLLOW ME

ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE

AND I WILL DWELL IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD
(ALLAH – THE BLACK NATION)

FOREVER!!!!

ALLAH U AKBAR!!!!
(ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!)

الله أكبر

 

 

CLOSE TO YOU

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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I JUST WANT TO GET IN YOUR PROXIMITY

Clear my Head

Think of You Instead

It’s Been So Long

But I Still See Your

BEAUTIFUL GRIN

STILL FEEL MY CHEEK

NEXT TO YOUR CHEST

LIKE NOTHING ELSE

I’VE EVER FELT

BEING NEAR YOU

IS LIKE MY DREAM

COME TRUE

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

* Check out Satchmo’s socks 😀 #gottaloveit!

HIP-HOP IN THE GREAT DAY OF SEPARATION

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Planet

Yesterday De La Soul had a show. I didn’t go because their opening act was a devil. Or the dj or whatever. I hope it wasn’t the dj. Prince Paul was dope. But that b.s. in the beginning of this video is not cool. Maybe I just don’t get it. Hopefully. He let me (or rather, my employee 😉 ) interview him for my show though. Thanks P. 🙂 btw It’s not the same old water anymore…..

Anyway, I didn’t go. Devils are trying their best to get us to go to hell with them. And they are using any means at their disposal to do it.

We like hip-hop, so they use hip-hop artists to draw us in and get us to be among them. They want us to think it’s okay, even though this is The Great Day of Separation. I know the game. And I’m telling you, don’t get caught up in their hype. They are Devils and they are evil. STAY AWAY FROM THEM AT ALL COSTS.

Their time is up and they know it. But they were put here to deceive us. Read the Revelation [Bible] wherein they are described as “THE ARCHDECEIVERS.” They are trying to make us think we can all get along and live together when they know if we intermingle with them, we are committing suicide.

Ya Siin Bey had a show in dtla I didn’t go to either because the devils convinced him to use his other name on the flyer, even though his picture was on it!!!

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(This wasn’t the show, but the flyer was the same.)

I KNOW that was a source of contention for him, but he did it anyway! NOT A GOOD LOOK, AKHI.

It’s just that serious, Brothers and Sisters. This De La show was FREE!

That should give you a clearer picture of how sneaky devils are! Don’t go anywhere white people are.  I know you work with them. But don’t socialize with them. Stay with your own.

To my Black People in positions of authority: their money and offers of leadership (good jobs/power) are not worth your soul or the destruction of your Nation!

STAY WITH YOUR OWN.

 

FILTHY BROTHERS

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters!

This filthy Brother once had the audacity to say to me,

“I can still see your shape regardless of how much clothes you wear.”

 

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Can you believe that? Filthy. Don’t listen to such affronts, Sisters.

He just wanted me to change my style of dress.

I’ve gotten that before though. This one “conscious” (SMH) Brother tried to argue me down about how, “In the “Motherland” (Africa) our ancestors used to go naked.”

SWEET PEA

I told him, “Those were the ones who had strayed away from CIVILIZATION and are living a JUNGLE life.“

I told him, “The first step in CIVILIZING A SAVAGE is to teach him/her to cover his/her nakedness, Brother.”

He still wanted to argue, but I knew he just wanted to get me to show my nakedness or my form.

You have to know when to walk away. Have you ever had a debate with a five-year-old? It’s like trying to discuss Al Gebra with someone who has yet to learn the Al Fabet. (Both came from us [Black People] / Arabic)

I’m sorry Habibi ❤ , remember when I was going through that thing about how you spell your name – how it’s not transliterally correct? I posted this then, Habibi. Sorry. I Love you ❤ ❤ ❤

GOLDDIGGER OR STANDARDS

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAMU’ ALAIKUM BEAUTIFUL & BELOVED ASIATIC BLACK SISTERS & BROTHERS

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A “GOLDDIGGER” AND A SISTER WITH HIGH STANDARDS.

I have turned down at least three millionaires. A “Golddigger” would not have.

The first thing on my list of prerequisites for a husband is RIGHTEOUSNESS. THEN the capability to SUPPORT A FAMILY. That’s all.

You don’t have to be rich and if you are let’s sign a prenup! It’s not about the Benjamins.

Food, Clothes & Shelter are all we need and even that’s secondary.

If YOU are not RIGHT none of that matters.

You have to make me smile.

Put me at ease and I CAN’T be at ease if everything is not right with you, Brotherman.

Put me at ease; and then, you can feed, clothe and shelter me.

If I’m not comfortable around you; you can keep it ALL.

I have to be content. Peace Of Mind is PARAMOUNT.

Now, I’m just saying, in general, of course you know, I’m married already. (Hey, Habibi 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ) I’m just saying, for you Good Brothers out there who want a woman like me (the women who read my blog), we’ve raised our standards. So, that means you’ve got to step up to meet them. That is, if you want one of us.

AND YOU KNOW YOU DO. 😉 YOU CREATED US FOR YOURSELF!!! Don’t give up on us because we may not be there nor because we may have standards you think you cannot reach. The CREATION can NEVER be better than the CREATOR. So, we can’t be better than you are. YOU CREATED US!!!!!! 

Black Sisters and Brothers, Remember that. The Blackman is the Leader of Our Nation. So, Black Brother, don’t be intimidated by a woman who has Knowledge of Self, even if she may have a little more than you have. When you meet one, PRAY AND ASK ALLAH IF SHE IS THE WOMAN FOR YOU. We were CREATED for you, so you know there’s one of us out here waiting to carry your name. But don’t let it be a slave name. (Search “A Good Name Is Better Than Gold”)

If you choose other than one of us, you are lowering your standards and not fulfilling your responsibility to YOURSELF AND TO OUR NATION. The same goes for you Sisters.

WE ARE THE BEST BY NATURE. WE ARE THE BEST NATION ON EARTH. WE ARE THE ONLY NATION ON EARTH.

Everybody else was MADE from us. WE ARE THE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE ON EARTH. They can trace their beginning back to us. And there will be an end to them. There is no beginning nor end for the Black Nation. Which is why we are not a “race.”

They are racing. We are not. We will be here Forever. They will not. Which is why they are considered a race. They are “racing” to do as much damage as they can before the end of their time. And it is here. If you marry one of them, Black Sister or Brother, you will go with them to their doom.

We are living in The Time of The Great Day of Separation. EVERY WOMAN OR MAN MUST GO TO HIS OR HER OWN.

YOU CANNOT BRING A MEMBER FROM A “race” INTO OUR BLACK NATION. YOU WILL HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH THEM.

Blackman, requalify yourself for us. Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA. YOU WILL FIND IT ON THE HOMEPAGE.

NOONE ELSE is going to LOVE you like we do. They (the races) all want you, just like they all want us. but BLACK IS THE BEST. WE WERE CREATED FOR EACH OTHER.

THE GRAFTED IS NEVER AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL.

The races were MADE from the CREATED BLACK NATION.

Take the horse and the donkey.
The mule is not as good as either.

Take the lemon and the orange.
The grapefruit is neither as good.

The ORIGINAL is ALWAYS the BEST.

OUR BLACK NATION is Resurrecting Back into the Knowledge of Self, and once you know yourself, who you are, you KNOW that you are THE BEST and you will NEVER SETTLE for anything less than the VERY BEST – Your Own Kind. If you do, then you don’t really KNOW YOURSELF.

 

 

CHAPTER SIX – MORE FROM LOUIS PASTEUR

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Okay, first let me say that the proper pronunciation is “looWEE pastYUUR“. God it? Good! Let’s carry on.

At Pasteur, I wrote my first secular song, with my other clique. I still remember all the words. Anybody with a video on your phone, I would be very pleased if you record me singing my song, si vous plait. 😀 Then again….. it was secular……

Also, there was this little Brother, (My A.J.’s doppel) who could break and the only time I remember being late to class, was because I was watching him dance. He had his cardboard and everything. Me and my homegurl, Kim, would look for him during Nutrition. Fifteen minutes is not nearly long enough. We had just found him, it seemed, when the bell rang.  :/ Homeschool.

“past-YUUR”

SHELLTOES

PUMAS

FAT LACES (PLAID)

HOODIES WITH YOUR NICK-NAME ON THE BACK
(OLD ENGLISH LETTERS, OF COURSE)

STARTER JACKETS

MEMBER’S ONLYs

JELLIES

JORDACHE

POLO SHIRTS
(BUTTONED ALL THE WAY UP
w/a gold chain, of course)

PENNY LOAFERS
(w/a quarter in them 😉 )

BOAT SHOES
(WE WERE PREPPY B.I.T.D., HUH?)

(Substitute chinos/khakis for the jeans and you would have how I dressed my son – when he wasn’t in suits Allahu Akbar!)

GOLF HATS

CATCHING THE 108 TO THE FOX HILLS MALL

PIRATES BASEBALL CAPS

FARRAH FAWCETT FLIPS
PULLED BACK W/THE LITTLE COMB
ON THE SIDE 😉

“I WENT DOWNTOWN
TO SEE JAMES BROWN…..”
(DOUBLE DUTCH)

“HEY, MR. BE”
(Billy Eckstine 😉 )

MIXING FROM OFF THE RADIO
(WITH THE DUAL CASSETTE LOL)

“FRIENDS……”
I HAVE TWO.
ALLAH & MY HABIBI
❤ ❤ ❤

GREG MACK (K-DAY) IS ON THE WAVE NOW
?

WHO KNEW HERBIE HANCOCK (ROCKIT)
WAS A FAMOUS JAZZ MUSICIAN???

WHO KNEW GEORGE CLINTON (ATOMIC DOG)
WAS THE GODFATHER OF FUNK???

FIELD TRIPS TO THE CONVENTION CENTER MUSEUMS

DOUBLE FEATURES AT THE “HARTHON” MALL
LOL
(SO G.H.E.T.T.O.)
But I saw “Breakin'” there! AND “The Last Dragon”
(Hey ‘Chelle 😉 )
(Sho NUFF!!!)

BUYING 45s FROM THE WEREHOUSE
(and hanging all the covers and 12″ singles on the wall)

THUGS ON WHEELS
(mad cause I couldn’t go)

CRYING BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND MY MUSIC CLASS
(Music classes are ALWAYS in the Boondocks. I know why though; DTP)

LEARNING THAT KICKING A BOY IN THE YOU-KNOW-WHATS WILL GET HIM TO STEP OFF
(Heeeey, T-Ski 🙂 Sorry, Homie, but you know how it iz. ❤ ❤ ❤ Glad to see you procreated. Homeboy! )

GETTING TO SCHOOL EARLY
WITH MY HALL MONITOR SWEATER
( I LOOOOVED That Sweater!
It had the Pasteur logo
w/the PANTHER
Even in Jr. High, before I had ever heard of the Panthers….
Born with the RIGHT Material…..)

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RIDING MY BIKE TO SCHOOL DOWN
WASHINGTON
(Heeyyyyy, Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀 )
W/MY EYES CLOSED
AND ALMOST GETTING STOPPED BY THE PIGS
SMH

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HOW TO EAT TO LIVE

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM!

Guess who I ran into last night, on my way home? (I had a very busy day, yesterday. I went downtown and saw free JAZZ. Then went to LACMA and saw some more free JAZZ. TOLD HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE ABOUT THIS. (Hey Ra! )

 

 Went to see about my Habibi ❤ (Honey-Baby in Arabic 😉 ) And on my way home ran into a childhood friend of mine and yours 😉

Remember this Brother??

A.J.

 I’ve learned that in America, there are some GOOD things going on in the Wilderness. Jack in the Box is one of the good ones. When I was little, I couldn’t even talk but everytime we passed a Jack In The Box, I would say loudly, “BAbababah!!”

No one in my family knew what I was saying, until one day somebody figured it out. We NEVER went there. But, obviously, I knew what it was.

My Uncle Mike, ONLY ate at BAbababah.

But I went there recently to get change for the bus, and I looked around, and it had historical pictures and I could not help but think, “THIS PLACE IS ALRIGHT.” Being homeless, it’s very difficult to find good food that won’t kill you.

Jack In The Box is a place that I endorse. And if you know me, you know that’s saying something.

Of course, “NO MEAT IS GOOD FOR YOU” but you can eat Onion Rings (they’re fried, but at least there’s no meat). They’re better than french fried potatoes, as well.

My son and I used to go there every years before and after Ramadan for the shakes. Pumpkin Pie and Egg Nog. OMG. Makes Christmastime almost bearable.

 YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT HOW TO EAT TO LIVE BY CLICKING THIS LINK

He did try to talk to me too. Very subtley. Hollywood. But do you not see this ring on my finger, Brother? I tried to hook him up with one of my doppels. I didn’t tell her who he was. She looked too young to remember. Maybe.  Maybe not.

 

CHAPTER FIVE – THE NEW EDITION FIASCO

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I grew up like any other Black girl in the eighties, so naturally, I was in love with New Edition. And no, not THE New Edition. (I used to HATE it when d.j.s or v.j.s or music show hosts introduced them like that!)

Anyway, it was awhile before I had heard of them, being that, my mom wouldn’t allow us to listen to the radio. But my Aunt would take me and my cousins for a ride down “The Arlington Doubles” and we would inevitably listen to the radio.

Well, “Candy Girl” came on the radio and my cousins started talking about New Edition. I had never heard of them.

So, anyway, I saw a video or something and learned more about them. I thought Ralph was the cutest.

So, one day at school, me and one of my cliques, (I have recently learned that I have split personalities) decided that we were each going to be with a member of New Edition. We wrote a novel about them and us.

Anyway, the Sister in charge of distributing, liked Ralph, so I was assigned Mike. I accepted it without protest. I was young and impressionable. And, when I commit to something, I give it my all or nothing. One Hundred Per Cent.

So, I convinced myself and everybody who knew me that I was head over heels in love with Michael L. Bivins.

I would probably STILL be in love with him, if it weren’t for my Habibi (Honey-Baby in Arabic 😀 ).

The Sister in charge of distribution won concert tickets from KDAY (the first radio station to feature an all hip-hop format) a limo pick-up, a N.E. jacket, front-row seats and backstage passes.

So, apparently she got to know them very well and they used to visit her home. She called me one time (I lived on the other side of town, remember?) and everybody (my clique and N.E.) was there.

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So, I talked to somebody on the phone, now that I think about it, I don’t think all of them were there. Probably just BBD and Bobby. Ralph might have been there. But I don’t think so.

Anyway, they wouldn’t let Baby talk to me. He was upset. I guess it was good for me, considering…… 😥 RIP Whitney & Bobbi Kris).

But anyway, they started calling me when New Edition WASN’T there and acted like they were them. I knew the game, but I really wanted it to be N.E. so I went along with it.

Years later, one of them came clean. (Thanks Baby E. ❤ )

I used to see them all the time. The first time I saw Mike, I was completely heartbroken because he liked my friend. But I still liked him.

Then I saw him and Rickie at The Beverly Center with my Honey Bear, and he said, “You STILL like him?” I felt real juvenile and that was that.

 It wasn’t until I converted to Islam, that I began to really know myself. So, the Truth resurfaced that had been buried, as it ALWAYS does. And yes, it can hurt.

But the Truth is, I was never really in love with Mike, just like I was never really in love with any other man, besides my Habibi <3. I’m sorry, Habibi ❤ . Allah is the Best Knower. And, here we are….