Losing Lulu

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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

Well, it happened.

On Monday, when I parked Lulu, I tried to hide her because, as you can see, she’s stunning. And, I’ve caught would-be thieves eyeing her hungrily.

So, I always made sure she was securely locked up, especially after the first day I bought her and thought somebody stole her because I had failed to scramble the code on her lock.

Turns out I just forgot where I parked her. SMH

So, Tuesday, when I left, Allah TOLD me to GET HER, but I didn’t.

I didn’t feel like going to where I had parked her.

I didn’t think I was going far.

Allah Said “Get Her.”

But I disobeyed.

I ended up being gone for two days.

WALKING.

And when I went to go check on her last night

SHE WAS GONE!!!

I felt really sad

Because she was so unique.

I’ll never find another like her.

But Allah Told me to go to Walmart tomorrow

When I get my check

And buy another bike.

I was thinking maybe I don’t need one since I walked for two days.

But that is just because

I didn’t have far to go.

Allah Also Told Me That The Person(s)

Who Took Her Really Needed Her.

And luckily it happened

Right when I’m getting some more money!

*****

So, I never saw the Brother, who said he was going to get me a hotel, again.

I feel like it was a trick to get me to stay in the Library.

Voodou, you know.

They’ve been after me since I went to jail in 2014

Voodou is big in jail

All across the country.

But anyway,

I left and went to the store.

I bought one apple

And it cost $2.00!!!

It’s big, but dang!

$2.00 for ONE APPLE!!!

But I can buy some ramen noodles for a quarter.

“Them devils think they slick…”

Don’t eat ramen noodles.

They have LYE in them.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught us, in How To Eat To Live, that the money you think you are saving by buying cheap foods will only go to the doctor or pharmacist or UNDERTAKER!

So, eat the best of foods.

But I digress

No Lulu

And one more day til I get my check.

****

So, last night I found a new HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

And everything was Gucci until Security came in around 3

And made me leave.

I hurried up and got out of there

AND

Right before I hit the exit

He goes,

“Wait! Before you leave…

“Do you have any…”

I knew he was going to ask for my I.D.

So, I acted like

I couldn’t hear him

AND

Practically ran out the door

Without stopping

And especially without turning around.

You can’t put me in jail

For trespassing

If you can’t catch me!

****

So, I found a bathroom

And locked myself in

Until Sunrise

Then an employee

Knocked on the door

SO

I hurried up

AND

Wrapped up what I was writing

AND

Pushed to another

SPOT.

IT WAS LIKE A LOBBY

AND

I

SAW

A

YOUNG

BLACK

COUPLE

SLEEPING ON EACH OTHER

On one of the couches.

SO

I

WAS

TRYING

TO CHILL

UNTIL

THE LIBRARY OPENED UP

BUT THEN I SAW THIS DEVIL

WHO

Worked there and I knew she wanted to make us leave

BUT

She was scared

To say something

And went back to her desk.

WELL

I was not about to sit there and wait for Security

To show up

Cause you Know she called them.

SO

I

PUSHED

TO YET ANOTHER

HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

It was about 7:30

And I thought the Library opened at 9:30

I didn’t find out about this new spot

UNTIL

I

HAD

BEEN

SITTING

IN

THE

LOBBY

FOR

A

MINUTE

So, I just rested and slept a little more

Then pushed

(without LuLu 😥 )

To The Library

****

So, I see this Brother

Drinking

So, naturally, I tell him to stop

He seemed so moved by my show of concern

We talked for about half an hour

He told me his father died yesterday

And he had just lost his job this morning.

I just gave him the best news I could

AND

Told him to read

Message To The Blackman In America.

I see him outside now.

I think he was trying to play me though.

Everybody out here has a sad story

They tell you to try and get your sympathies

And trust

So they can con you.

It usually involves a dead parent.

But I met a Sister with H.I.V. too :/

****

So, after I left him

I went to the door of the Library

But they weren’t open yet

And there was a Brother

Dressed like a woman

In a big floppy hat, long skirt

And carrying two purses.

SO

I

GO

UP

TO

HIM

And Start Talking To Him

I asked him what is he doing with that skirt on?

It’s some woman out there that’s supposed to be wearing it.

I told him he’s a man.

Men are supposed to wear pants.

That’s the difference between men and women.

Men wear pants.

Women wear long skirts.

Haven’t you heard the term

“I wear the pants in this house?”

He laughed and I could tell I was getting through to him.

So, this Christian lady decides to jump in

And mess everything up

And starts telling him he reminded her of some fag she grew up with

And how he could sew anything and whatnot.

And I was like,

You can’t sew?

And she said she could hem pants and sew on a button

BUT

Sexy” could sew ANYTHING!

I said

“So, can I!”

“You can too!

“Black women were CREATED to sew, cook, clean, take care of babies and our husbands…”

She was like

“We can do more than that.”

I was like, “Yeah, but that’s what we were CREATED to do.”

So, basically we got in to this HEATED discussion about gender roles

And you know that’s one of my favorite subjects.

After going back and forth for a while

I finally figured out

She didn’t want to lower her standard of living to let her husband provide for her.

She kept talking about how educated she was and makes plenty money.

I told her that was part of SUBMISSION.

She thought I was crazy.

I told her Good Luck with her relationship.

That’s the problem.

Women are too greedy.

More greedy than submissive.

I read “Their Eyes Were Watching God

And they had a relationship wherein

She had enough money to support them both

But depended completely on Tea Cake to take care of her.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was like,

“If I ain’t got it; YOU ain’t got it!”

And she agreed.

They had one of ONLY two successful, loving relationships

Between Black people I have ever read about.

The other one was written by a Jamaican

SO

I don’t even count that one.

****

But, on a high note, today is the first day of RAMADAN.

 We don’t eat from sunup to sundown

Every day in December

To get us away from the celebration

Of a false birthday of Jesus.

You can read more about it HERE

ramadan_mubarak_3_by_callligrapher

 I’m homeless

And the Holy Qur’an says you don’t have to fast

If you’re travelling.

Well

If you’re homeless,

Your ALWAYS travelling.

So, I don’t know if I’m going to fast.

I’m hungry now.

And this apple is calling me….

****

I’m so dirty,

It’s almost unbearable.

I feel like a Queen or somebody wealthy

Who has fallen on hard times.

I mean my clothes are top notch

They’re just DIRTY!

I spent my laundry money on food

I would wash them in a sink and let them air dry.

BUT

I’ve got to wash my cloak

AND

I just can’t see

Washing it in a sink

Then hauling it off somewhere to dry.

It’s faux fur

And would probably take two days anyway.

It’s so embarrassing.

I wasn’t tripping because

It’s the weekends when I really want to floss

BUT

There’s this book release tonight

AND

There’s going to be a live JAZZ band

With a fairly popular leader

AND

I’m

Going.

I’m

Just

Going

To

Stay

In

The Back

AND

Try to be as inconspicuous as possible

LOL

I’m thinking about it now, and it’s laughable.

I wear an M.G.T. garment

AND

A

WHITE

FUR

CLOAK

I might as well have THREE EYES!

LOL

But I am not about to pass up on an opportunity

To hear some live jazz.

On Second Thought….

I just looked up a video of the bandleader

And I can see he loves devils.

So,

I still want to read the book

Because it’s an autobiography of a Jazz musician

And there’s no better way to learn about music

Than by listening to musicians.

Rakim needs to write an autobiography

Or Melle Mel

I’ve always been kinda skerred of Afrika Bambaataa

Even before the child molestation thing

I met him in Leimert in the nineties

And he was talking about he was from another planet

And all kinda cray cray

I think Kool Herc definitely needs to write his own book

Oh Lort.

I just got an idea.

Most musicians are not writers

And usually have “help”

Writing their autobiographies….

I would LOVE to do something like that

I mean

I know

I’m qualified.

I would want to do Rakim,

But I’m skeered!

I can barely watch him perform!

AND

I NEVER get STAR STRUCK

But I was screaming like a lil girl when I saw him live

And there’s just something about Brothers from NYC

I mean the way he puffs out his cheek when he says words that begin with “P” or “B”

Is just so appealing!

LOL

I’m blushing

And then,

I was friends with this brother from NYC

And he used to do this thing

Where we would be talking

And all of a sudden

He would just say something

INCOMPREHENSIBLE

It would be so FUNNY!

Because it would sound like words

But would not be words.

LOL

Just going on like he was talking

But not saying nothing

Kinda like this

But I think Kool Herc would be better since he’s the Father of Hip-Hop.

The ORIGINATOR’S is always THE BEST STORY.

So, I just Googled Hip-Hop autobiographies

And there are some out there

Jay Z, Common, Prodigy, Fif, Grandmaster Flash…

GMF is probably the only one I would want to read

Since he’s a pioneer.

But I might have to hit up the God

I have a lot to ask him.

You know what?

I’d prolly just end up getting mad at him

For being in the Nation of Gods and Earths

Instead of the Nation of Islam.

I’m already mad at him for not telling me in his music

Where he got all of that information.

All Praise Is Due To Allah

I Found Out Anyway

THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMAD

(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)

HE JUST WANTS TO SELL RECORDS

I’M GETTING ANGRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

SO, CHEAH…

HE’S A WRITER ANYWAY, SO HE WOULDN’T NEED MY ASSISTANCE

KOOL DJ HERC

THEN….

maybe…..

I wonder if he’s on Facebook…

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