بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved And Beautiful Asiatic Black Ummah!!!

You know I’m homeless, right? Well, keeping and storing my favorite beverage (milk & honey) has proven to be somewhat problematic. As a result, I have opted to use water in stead of the milk.

It is still very, very, very good, especially when I can get fresh RAIN WATER.

Down here in N’awleans, it rains a great deal – often and in abundance. I have never experienced rain like New Orleans rain anywhere else. I mean, you can see it moving across the ground. Let me see if I can find a video. BRB

I love it when I’m at the pad. But once I got caught in a tropical storm and that really made me cautious. The wind was strong and I felt like it could pick me up. But, when the wind is cool, it’s kinda fun. I like to sing “Wade in the Water…” as I walk. I used to get in the water at the beach fully clothed and shod, so it’s no big deal to me. 🙂

Water is very healing. I mean just to hear it, soothes the nerves. It adds oxygen to the air, making respiration easier and better for your well-being. I hand wash everything and it is hydrotherapy.

Out here the air is so HUMID. I always hear people complaining about it, but I LOVE IT. When you step outside, it feels like a warm embrace. I call them “LOUISIANA HUGS.” ❤ ❤ ❤

WATER WATER WATER! Use it! It is LIFE!

And, although it may be against some CAPITALIST, RACIST, DEVIL SWINES’ LEGISLATION – I have copped a big bucket and every time it rains, it rains libations from Allah. And I collect in abundance. “My cup overflows,” as King Dawood sang in The Zabur. 🙂

I mean really, how can these devils make it against the law to collect WATER from Heaven??? They are the most arrogant, presumptive, oppressive devils to ever live on our planet. The nerve!

But you have to keep in mind that these are also the people who made it a crime punishable by imprisonment and even death, to teach us how to read or attain freedom from their murderous merciless hands.

So, I collect rain water by the buckets and it pisses them off to no end. This morning, a devil pig tried to run me off while I was cycling around the pad and thinking deeply.

I averted them – another unit always follows – and went back in. Why did I hear him ramsacking my whole domicile? Devil talking bout “Jesus this, Jesus that…” White devil christians and the most hatemongering people.

What did I do to him? He busted in, threw my glass of baking soda (that I keep for freshening the air) and shattered it against the wall. Poured out my beautiful and bright happy yellow flowers on the ground. Threw my chair down the stairs and emptied my bucket of water all over the floor. For what? Because of Allah’s Name Sake! It wasn’t rainwater, Al Hamdullilah. But WATER is the most valuable asset and very difficult to come by when you are homeless.

I just got out of jail for trespassing at my spot where there’s a faucet, while I was playing Rebecca, hoping to run into Ibrahim’s ambassador, while I was gathering my rations, hoping he would take me to Ishaaq. 🙂 But no such luck. Ran into one time and they gaffled me up like 1985. SMH Had me in lockup for six days.

And the cold part about it is I was contemplating going, just for the three hots and a cot. As GMob said, “Plenty of us in jail, just to eat a decent meal.”

But, when you get in there it’s a different story. I saw some improvements from my complaints. There are shower curtains now. And they don’t serve corn pone (cornbread without the butter or eggs) as often. But, I learned the hard way, jail is not the place for me, even if the food and the bed is “free.”

The yard was easier to access and I put in a request for a few hours each week on the grass yard outside the prison. That would be amazing, but I enjoyed the basketball court. I only play when I’m locked up in jail or in the hospital. At least in L.A. New Orleans mental hospitals don’t have basketball courts. But they do have music and Second Lines, kinda. 🙂

I did not consider, well I considered, but decided against, checking in the psych ward. The meds make me more paranoid than when I’m off them. And you HAVE to take them to get out. I have refused and been forcibly restrained, while I was kicking and screaming and fighting against it – by about six big Black male cops – so the “doctor” could inject some poison into my bum. So, no go. I’ll take my chances with the five finger discount at the store where everything is “free.99”

I have a meeting to attain housing in about twenty minutes. These Christians and their “programs”… I already chose the place, just let me sign the paperwork, give me the key and leave me be. But that would be too much like right… They want to make me crazier, so, I’m sitting here writing about ZANZIBEER, which I would bet my bottom dollar (if it wasn’t against THE RESTRICTIVE LAWS OF ISLAM to gamble) that the City in Tanzania – ZANZIBAR – is named after ZANZIBEER. The city is famous for its marketplaces and I’m sure ZANZIBEER is a hot commodity – Hot enough to even name the city after.

So, I collect RAIN WATER. It is the BEST. And, I have collected water from the MISSISSIPPI RIVER. It is the BEST too. But Allah delivers RAIN WATER. 🙂

So, I DRINK it. I BATHE in it. I CLEAN with it. And I MAKE ZANZIBEER WITH IT!

Zanzibeer is the ARABIC word for one of my most favorite spices in the whole world – but be careful when giving it to your Little Angels. It can burn the throat if it stews too long or if you have to use powder, like us homeless folkers, and use too much of it.

It is much better when grated and stewed to make a tea. Add a little honey and Almond Extract and you’ve got your ZANZIBEER.

Ginger grows like wildflowers down here in New Orleans.

I once walked past where someone had harvested some and the smell was intoxicating. I tried harvesting it myself but was only equipped with my silver spoon and was not successful.

In sha Allah (If it pleases Allah) I’ll get back and try again with better utensils. I need to bury my hair and nails, so it may be sooner than I had expected. 🙂

So cheah, try the ZANZIBEER and add a little spice to your banal and insipid lives. 😉 Muah!
❤ WADOODAH ❤