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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers
I know it’s been a minute since I’ve “checked in,” but I learnt from Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington, that it’s okay to take some time and gather your thoughts before writing about something.
However, before I get to my latest escapades…
*Somebody little, one of my children, no doubt, thought she was saying “Ice Capades” 😉 LOL*
I wanna share with you a tip I discovered while hand sewing this garment. (No machine 😦 but you Can’t Stop My Go!)
Instead of making a knot at the end of the thread before you start stitching; make the knot after you make your first insertion. I learned how to finish a stitch from this video. You can do the same thing in the beginning.
Just insert your needle twice and make the loop, pull the thread through a couple of times and then the needle. Then you can go on and sew without having to worry about tying a knot in the beginning.
Okay, now that I’ve stalled, let me tell you about my big faux pas.
(In NOLA, you have to speak a little French 😉 )
You know, my Zawji and I were supposed to get married on his birthday (the 22nd). I told you I’m still practicing, but that doesn’t explain my hiatus. Well, three days before the wedding, I got an extreme case of cold feet. And, I deliberately got busted shoplifting. The Security Guard was just as cool as the devil manager was evil. He gave me so many opportunities to retain my freedom. Some Black cops and Sheriffs seem to be acutely aware of the PTSD Black people like me suffer from.
But all I could think about was a shower. I knew I didn’t want to go back to jail, because I would’ve had to remove my headpiece, AND I would’ve been out in two days and like I wrote previously, cold feet… So, I acted crazy enough to get committed to the psych ward.
It was new because I’ve been to jail. And, I’ve been to the psych ward. I’ve even been to the psych ward in jail, but I’d never been to jail in the psych ward (hospital).
Zawji tried so hard to get me out in time for the wedding. But, I wouldn’t let him. I got caught up in getting married and completely forgot that I was supposed to be his birthday present. 😥
But Allah is The Best Knower and The Best Planner and EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.
While in the hospital I had an epiphany. Rather, a recollection of something I had completely forgotten. I went on a date with a Brother when my husband was away!
I know right? Me? Never woulda thunk.
But, he shipped out right after we got married and I had just learnt I was pregnant, but I was still partying and carrying on like a single woman.
In fact, the only reason I STOPPED partying is because this Brother – at a party – told me (six-months pregnant by then ),
“If you were my woman, I would beat your ass.“
*Thank-you Brother, by the way. If more Black men would take control of their women, we wouldn’t be in such a bad condition – AS A NATION.
So, anyway, in the hospital, in which I had a beautiful view of Canal Street overlooking a luscious waterfall fountain. This was, by far, the nicest psych emergency room I’ve ever visited. It’s so crazy because everything in NOLA is either BRAND NEW or completely dilapidated and in a state of disrepair due to Hurricane Katrina. It’s like living in a bi-polar city; TWO EXTREMES.
I got a good taste of it last night. I felt like getting out. The plan was to go to Tremé to visit Hisaan – Damisha’s Baby Daddy. Yes Gir, I have to put you on blast for trying to pass that horsebaby off as my Zawji’s. We both know your Baby Daddy is a horse. And yes, Black people, bestiality and grafting is alive and well in America. Damisha’s horsebaby is proof.
I seriously hope you were artificially inseminated. Although, J’me told me she saw a video of a woman having sex with a horse at Ice T’s club.
Anyway, I came up on somebody’s lunch the other day at the Greyhound station (Thanks Zawji! 😉 ❤) and it was full of apples. So, I was on my way to give him one and I stopped to take a rest and he “told” me to eat it.
So, afterwards, I was gonna go anyway, with just me, but I thought he might be sleeping, so I stopped in “The Lion’s Den” and listened to this broadcast of a live show and the Brass Band had me open deep and wide! I tried to go catch the show, but couldn’t find it. Ended up in The French Quarter and then at the banks of the Mississippi, once again.
I’ve been in NOLA nearly two months and I’m still seeing new sights!!! I don’t see how anybody can view one week as long enough to take a holiday. True, we did see alot on our family trip to Hawaii, but I think that’s just because my parents gave me and my Sister liberty to roam the city one afternoon and if we didn’t find a party! #onlyme
But anyway, this time I took the Riverwalk and if that shit wasn’t the most romantic thing (2nd) I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. I took it to the end/beginning of Canal Street and the chasm between the haves and the have-nots there is strikingly palpable.
I almost fell on my knees in succor to my Brothers and Sisters, beseeching them to unite and open a hotel. If we would boycott ONE DAY, we would shut this city down.
We are too complacent – too satisfied with crumbs. I’m convinced every devil visiting this city is a billionaire. The hotels, restaurants, bars, stores, etc. are too nice. One hotel has four lanes for Valet parking!!! It looks like fucking LAX!!! But instead of uniting and trying to get some of that Cream at the top,
We’re content with the Crumbs that fall off the table to the floor. Even raising the minimum wage to $15/hour is horseshit compared to the wealth I saw last night.
But anyway, back to the hospital. I stayed until they let me go. They didn’t want to, but I wouldn’t cooperate. It was nice, much nicer than any of my reses in NOLA, but ever since I heard a Brother say that anywhere you can’t walk down the street is jail, I’ve never been content to stay in any psych ward longer than necessary. I don’t care how nice it is.
It was after Zawji’s big day, but I remembered going on that date. I know it was after I was married because I ordered three hot dogs, rather, I had the Brother buy me three hot dogs. So I know I had to have been preggers. I would not have eaten that much if I wasn’t. I feel horrible.
I swear I have split personalities. I know I wasn’t showing at the time and the poor Brother didn’t find out I was pregnant until months later, when I saw him at the Fox Hills Mall.
Anyway, that little detail from my past has been buried for over 24 years only to be uncovered right before I was scheduled to be married again. All things work for good for them who love the Lord. So, it’s all good. It helped me realize I need to rework my plan for staying committed. All Praise is Due to Allah.
I’m so sorry, Beloved Honey-Sweet Zawji. Your birthday comes only once a year. We can wait or we can do like our poor foreparents, who had no knowledge of the date and just say we did it on your birthday. Whichever pleases you, My King. I submit. This is the last issue I had to overcome. It’s smooth sailing from here.
You are the BEST!
I just love you more than my words can express.
You Are So Strong But Gentle Too.
So Tall and I love you.
How can you deny my love so strong?
I’ll wait for you my life long.
You reject me like you don’t want me.
But I know better because Allah Guides Me.
He told me you were made for me.
So, I’m going to wait for you til eternity.
I’ve got nothing else to do.
I’ll just sit here and wait for you.
You can pretend you don’t love me.
But we both know better.
So, why not just send me a letter.
You can put it in a bottle,
Somehow it’ll reach me,
Our love is so deep,
Deeper than the deep blue sea……
I was made for you and you were made for me.
There’s no way to avoid your Destiny.
Just Accept Your Own
Just Accept Me.
And Be Yourself.
So we can live happily
In Heaven on Earth
Together Forever
As intended from birth.
You Can Bet I’m Not Going Anywhere,
I don’t care how many women you have tell me you’re not there.
I’ll be back, on this you can be sure.
Our Love is enveloping, never-ending and pure.
It is explosive and a little bit scary.
You were shaking when I saw you.
But if you just submit,
You will find yourself in Heaven at once.
There is no Heaven after you die.
Heaven is on Earth,
And the only Heaven you will ever find
Is with me.
Our Love Is Divine
And It Will Only Get Stronger With Time.
I LOVE YOU, SWEET HABIBI, FOREVER AND EVER AD INFINITUM…….
I can only attribute it to the need for more practice.
I have been acting like I’m married, but still harbor the fear of infidelity.
I have learned to consider the other party as married.
This is working better.
I recently realized that I did “cheat” when I was married. I really think I have split personalities. I have done things that I don’t remember and that seem to have been performed by another person.
I have recalled events that occurred concurrently, while in my recollection didn’t.
So, from now on, EVERYBODY IS MARRIED, except my Zawji.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers
So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.
Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHINGWAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.
So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.
So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.
But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.
So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.
It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.
So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.
In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.
Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.
All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤
So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛
But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!
All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.
I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!
So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth, Members of the Lost and Now Found God Tribe of Shabazz in the Wilderness of North America!!!
Zawji got me thinking this morning. ❤ ❤ ❤
Minimum wage (nationally) is $7.25. Opponents of an increase argue that “Every job is not meant to raise a family on.” This might be true, but the reality is that there are Brothers trying to raise a family on these low-paying jobs.
I understand that increasing the minimum wage to $15 will cause a large amount of layoffs, but our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that We MUST Do Something For Self or we would be forced to.
My Black Brothers, I have said enough to make you nauseous, learn a trade and start your own business. If you are one of the Brothers already supporting a family, you should seek out a skilled BLACK tradesman and offer your services as an apprentice.
It is a win-win situation for each of you individually, also for our Black Nation. #winwinwin 😉
As an apprentice, you will save money and time as opposed to taking classes (but by all means do both, if you are able), earn an income while you work, and attain everything you need to start your own business – Experience, Tools/Equipment, Money and Contacts.
Take some initiative. Use the Black Pages in your town. Go online. Use Your Ambition And Better Your Condition. Don’t fear. Allah Helps Those Who Help Themselves! Believe and Trust in Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. He Will Bless You With Prosperity. He Delights In Coming To Our Aid. But we MUST STOP PRAYING TO A DEAD JESUS for help. Jesus is dead like all the other people of his day and time and cannot hear your prayers any more than Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael or any other dead prophet. He Was Not God and The ONE True and Living God is very angry with your for making Prophet Jesus His equal.
We must give the devil back his slave-making religion. It and his names are the chains that still hold us in bondage to him. We will never be free as long as we are in the slavemaster’s dirty religion of Christianity.
My Black Brothers, your number one priority should be to open your own business and get out from under the devil’s boot. I am so sickof modern day overseers!They think they are better than the rest of us because the white slavemaster selected them to do his dirty business. I tell them, “Take the shackles off your brain, So-Called Negro! Stand with your less fortunate Brothers and Sisters and tell the devil to do his own dirty work.“
It’s 2015 and here we are STILL BEGGING THE DEVIL SLAVEMASTERS TO PROVIDE A JOB FOR US. We should be ashamed and go out and provide a job for ourselves. He said he freed us 150 years ago! But we would rather take off our hats, carry them humbly in our hands, go out and beg (march) on HIS capital steps and beg like hunting dogs.
The hunting dog who goes out and hunts for his master may get some of the meat or he may not. He is completely dependent on the whims of his master. Why does not he go out and kill his own dinner? He is not intelligent enough. But we are supposedly free; we should take a free step! And stop sitting around the slavemaster’s table, that we prepared and will have to clean when he’s finished eating the food we raised, grew, caught, fished, killed and cooked and prepared for him, begging him for a little taste!!!! Or a little more taste (higher wages).
He is well within his rights, to tell us, “No! I freed you a hundred years ago, Nigger, you take what I give you!”
He probably will not, because the last thing they want is for us to go for self. Who will serve them?
I am sorry, but it is what it is. We are a NATION of fifty million here in America. There are countries with far less who produce and manufacture everything they need for self. And here we are still depending on the slavemaster for EVERYTHING.
Try and buy a house from a Black-owned company, some food, clothes (and not jeans and a t-shirt – I mean, underwear, socks, foundation wear). Find a Black-owned company that produces toilet paper and towels, soap. BASIC ESSENTIALS we must have for survival, we are completely dependent AS A NATION on our former slavemasters.
We talk about voting. Who are we going to vote for? Who the hell cares? No one in office for America is going to do ANYTHING to secure a lasting, permanent independent future for her slaves, which is the ONLY solution to our problem.
In order to do that, they would have to give us what they have – LAND – wherein we can build our own country like we did for them ) and be completely free and independent of our former slavemasters’ children. We MUST have some land to produce the things we need so that we can provide for ourselves – as a NATION – somewhere we can live in peace, and participate in worldly affairs, just like they do. And, Black or not, I just don’t see any American president giving us that anytime soon.
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