بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters
Well, the plan is to go to NYC again next month. This time I’m going to say In sha Allah because this month I didn’t make it. Allah Had other plans for me. He is the Best Knower and The Best Planner and to Him I submit.
I really want to see the birthplace of Hip-Hop. If it’s anything like the birthplace of Jazz, I know I’m going to love it. I can’t wait.
Hip-Hop was born August 11 of 1973 at 1520 Sedgwick in the Bronx.
DJ Kool Herc, a Jamaica native learned that there is a portion of every dance song that most consider the “get down part” when everybody started really getting into the song. He figured out a way to make that part repeat since it was the best part, thus keeping the people dancing.
His friend Coke La Rock got on the microphone and began rapping over the “get down part” better known as the “BREAK” and Hip-Hop was born.
I heard KRS-One say that every B-Boy and B-Girl who love and live Hip-Hop have to make a “pilgrimage” to the birthplace of our culture, so since the shoe fits, I’m going to wear it and make my “hajj” next month, if it pleases Allah.
I can’t wait to come back and I haven’t even left yet. I’ll probably change my mind and not go anywhere. Zawji wants to take me from somebody. That’s the only way he could get me to sit still and here I am talking seriously about going to NYC.
He lets me think I could even just go visit for a few days and return but I think he’s just fooling me. I’m not going anywhere. I mean New Orleans is the best city I’ve ever been to. And I was on his Twitter and he retweeted somebody’s post about how people from L.A. never relocate.
Apparently, I have. I keep hearing his voice saying, “You’ll be back.” Yeah, but for how long?