#dtno

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers

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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, EVERYTHING WAS 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) 😛

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