بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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.
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.
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
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
Right before I hit the exit
“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
Practically ran out the door
And especially without turning around.
You can’t put me in jail
If you can’t catch me!
So, I found a bathroom
And locked myself in
Then an employee
Knocked on the door
I hurried up
Wrapped up what I was writing
Pushed to another
IT WAS LIKE A LOBBY
SLEEPING ON EACH OTHER
On one of the couches.
THE LIBRARY OPENED UP
BUT THEN I SAW THIS DEVIL
Worked there and I knew she wanted to make us leave
She was scared
To say something
And went back to her desk.
I was not about to sit there and wait for Security
To show up
Cause you Know she called them.
TO YET ANOTHER
It was about 7:30
And I thought the Library opened at 9:30
I didn’t find out about this new spot
So, I just rested and slept a little more
(without LuLu 😥 )
To The Library
So, I see this Brother
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
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
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.
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
“Sexy” could sew ANYTHING!
“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
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
And the Holy Qur’an says you don’t have to fast
If you’re travelling.
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.
I’ve got to wash my cloak
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
There’s this book release tonight
There’s going to be a live JAZZ band
With a fairly popular leader
Try to be as inconspicuous as possible
I’m thinking about it now, and it’s laughable.
I wear an M.G.T. garment
I might as well have THREE EYES!
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.
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
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 would want to do Rakim,
But I’m skeered!
I can barely watch him perform!
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!
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
It would be so FUNNY!
Because it would sound like words
But would not be words.
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!!!
HE’S A WRITER ANYWAY, SO HE WOULDN’T NEED MY ASSISTANCE
KOOL DJ HERC
I wonder if he’s on Facebook…