As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family,

I guess I have some explaining to do.

I have been in New Orleans since October. Spent the entire end of the year in jail. Where I suffered tremendously. I could enumerate the indignities without probability of fatigue and never exhaust them. The only good thing is that I was afforded the opportunity to read “EMMA” by Jane Austen. The benefits of such an auspicious undertaking are too numerous to mention.

As a writer and as a propagandist of prude femme, I highly recommend it.

The Sister who is desirous of augmenting her verbal acumen, as well as her prudenciality, will find even Jane’s missives to be advantageous.

I am presently imbibing “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE” and can truthfully endorse it as being equivalent to the former in its sesquipedalianity.

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Beloved Sisters and Brothers, We are at the aborning of a new year. Spring is the season of rebirth after the death of Winter.

For me it is a time of reflection and reconsideration of certain life decisions.

I feel my biological clock ticking and even my patience wears thin, especially when I see no signs of my love reciprocated.

Of course, my soulmate is still my soulmate. But how many people are actually with their soulmate?

I know he knows what is up, but his priorities differ from mine. My motivation is LOVE, whereas his is money. He loves money more than he loves me and I don’t anticipate any foreseeable change in his perspective.

The patina of age, illuminated by the passing of another year, has saliently illustrated that forever is longer than I anticipated. Ergo, I am realizing my option of giving someone else a chance.

Admittedly, I have never been intimate with an F.O.I., therefore my former resolve that if any one is going to misuse me, it would have to be my soulmate, is in question.

There is no being in the universe comparable to the FRUIT OF ISLAM, so with somewhat mild alacrity, I am considering it.