BLUE MONDAY

 بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(Another New Orleanian ^^^^ Mr. Domino ❤ ❤ ❤ )

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Bebies!!!

Compared to the weekend I had, today was very boring.

I got up, typed my blog, then decided to wash my cloak (which is filthy due to me sleeping on it in less than habitable places) but my laundry pod thingies were locked in the masjid along with my shampoo, Ivory Aloe and white washcloth among other things.

So, since my funds are kinda low, I decided to go pick up the pods instead of buying more.

I get there and, of course, it’s locked.

But that’s never stopped me.

I hopped the gate and found Brother Muhammad doing groundswork.

He’s cool. I think he’s like one of the Believers who just went along with the Sunni Hypocrites to stay alive. So, we get along real good.

He didn’t trip about me hopping the fence and I got to watch him do “man work.”

That’s my favorite pasttime. 😉

I just love watching Blackmen work!

They could be cooking, doing construction, yardwork, carpentry, electrical work, playing music, performing surgery, teaching a class or anything manual. I don’t think sitting at a desk, pushing papers or typing on a keyboard would be as interesting. Then again, if it’s the right Brother……. 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤

So, this car pulls up and it’s the Brother who always comes for Zhuhr and sits in the car until the Muezzin unlocks the door.

So, me and Mr. Muhammad are not really paying him any attention but his presence is felt.

So, Razzaq tells me that he has the key.

And after another Brother shows up and leaves, he gets out of the car and unlocks the door!

I was like, Mm, mm, mm. SMH

This nigga is probably the one who kicked me out.

Sitting there like he’s nobody.

But you can’t fool a Muslim nowadays.

So, I go around to the back door, so I won’t have to hop the fence again and Mr. Muhammad had just come out, so I go get my stuff and leave.

I go around the corner and these Brothers were working on the street and you know very well, I like watching Brothers hard at work. So, I stopped and we watched each other.

Then I saw the Sister who told me about the vacant houses in the neighborhood. She said she has THREE houses. I told her I just need one. And that I had tried to get in one of the houses she told me about but I really don’t like hopping fences. I’m trying to be a LADY and chill on hopping fences and climbing in and out of windows and whatnot. Sometimes it’s such a hassle, waiting for somebody to open the door for me. :/ But I’m a QUEEN in training, so I gotta leave the little girl stuff to the little girls. Even though that’s more little boy stuff LOL

So, she tells me that that gate is unlocked. And I was like What? I don’t remember there even being a gate. But she was walking in that direction, so I reluctantly left the men and followed her. Shelter is important. 

So, she tells me that the owner next door to the house is her Brother-in-Law and I could just tell him I’m homeless, so don’t call the Po-Pos on me.

But I hate being dependent on anyone other than my Razzaq, so I didn’t say anything.

I feel like they’re trying to trap me.

The house was right next door to the little Brother I spoke to for two hours the other day and he was outside when we rolled up but he went in after they spoke like he didn’t want to have anything to do with me. At least not helping me. Even though that was how we met. :/ He asked if I needed any help. :/

I feel like if I ask them not to say anything they’re going to feel like I owe them and I ain’t the one.

Not to mention, that little Brother was talking about Voodou a bit much for my taste and Idk, I could climb through that open window (which happens to be the ONLY house I’ve ever seen in New Orleans that had an open window. All of the other windows, even in inhabited houses, are boarded up) and never come back out. Next thing you know, they’ll be using my skull for some type of Voodou ritual. :/ IJS

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So, I went back to the Brothers working on the street and gave them my fliers.

Then, let me think….

Oh yeah, I remembered another little wash house. I’m not even gonna call it a laundromat. SMH

I don’t know why they don’t have more laundromats in New Orleans.

The only thing I can attribute it to is what I was talking about earlier, how everybody gets paid, so they probably all have washers and dryers.

When you finally find one, in the hood, they are the jankiest ramshackle broken-down machines and they cost so much!!!

In L.A., I used to get upset when they charged $1.50. Most are $1.25 to wash and .25 to dry. Yes, one quarter to dry.

Out here, you can pay $3.50 just to wash and another $3.50 to dry!

I used to do a whole weeks laundry in L.A. for $6.00.

In NOLA, I can barely do one load for that much.

And having only two changes of clothes, I have to do laundry EVERY DAY.

When I have my own place it’s no big deal because I can handwash and air dry.

But being homeless…

Try finding a sink where they don’t trip….

Al Hamdulillah, I’ve been pretty lucky.

So, anyway, I try this new wash house, and it’s just as janky as the other one I found in the hood and there’s nobody there and no change machine.

BUT

There are outlets!

So, I just start charging my laptop.

This Mexican lady comes in and does a load and I ask about the units because it’s in an apartment complex.

She doesn’t like me at first, but I win her over with my wit and charm.

She tells me who manages the property but it’s some big corporation and I don’t like those, so after she leaves I remember there’s a phone number on a sign outside and called it. But, alas, it just redirected to the big corporation.

Razzaq’s way of telling me he wants me homeless.

So, I’m in there just chillin’, listening to my music and this Brother comes in asking could he look in the garbage for some empty bottles.

I was like, What? It’s not MY garbage! :/

But, he just wanted to talk to me.

We talked for a good hour, and I think he just wanted some blessings because he was a singer and I’m good friends with Allah and also really into music.

He also told me about his love life and I gave him some wisdom.

But, he is a diehard Christian, so I don’t know about him…

After my laptop and phone were fully charged, I shook.

Went and got something to eat. Ate and came to the library where I am now and they’re about to close.

So, I guess I’ma sneak in the spot again… *sigh*

Thankful

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