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Monday, February 13, 2017
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Now, you know I’m in the Nation and we don’t celebrate nothing but Saviour’s Day.
Valentine’s Day just reminds me that Saviour’s Day is coming!!!!!
Yaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Everyday should be like Valentine’s Day when you’re really in love anyway.
Like ME & ZAWJI
He gives me roses and chocolate every day of the year and don’t say nothing about nobody named St. Valentine!
He gives me those things because he loves me
I LOVE HIM
Because he shows me how much he loves me
Giving me things I love.
Complete your cipher.
Valentine’s Day is not about roses and chocolate.
It’s about appreciating (or should be) the person who loves you.
The problem with the devil and his days is that he designates one day a year to celebrate important things.
And belittles the importance by commercializing on them.
I think if you have to set aside a day to show someone how much you appreciate them it shows you might not really appreciate them.
Let me give you an example.
I used to be married and when our anniversary came, I didn’t remember.
I felt stupid when my husband came talking about “Happy Anniversary.”
I felt bad because I didn’t remember. I thought maybe I didn’t love him like I should. I guess I really didn’t seeing as how we’re not married anymore.
But not only that, I felt stupid celebrating and I didn’t know anything about the nation yet. Well, not much.
For me, anniversaries are unimportant because I planned to be married for the rest of my life so what difference does it make that we made it a year?
I mean, why celebrate?
We should celebrate our love (marriage) EVERY DAY and grow deeper in love EVERY DAY if we’re really meant to be together.
This society puts emphasis on the wrong things.
Who cares what day you got married on?
As long as you marry your one true love.
EVERY DAY you’re together should be celebrated.
Just on the strength of appreciating that you were lucky enough to find each other
Knowing that there are many people who are still looking.
I mean, at least celebrate a week!
Love is important.
Valentine’s Week SMH
Should be all year.
EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR
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So, this year has been kinda weird.
A couple days ago I was feeling very emotional.
I had just “broken up” with those two Muslims and was lonely as hell.
I went to see Pops and sat on his lap and just cried cried cried.
He told me something like I have a responsibility to music.
I dig that.
But, I’m not singing or playing music publicly until the devil is destroyed.
I thought maybe just for Black people but somebody might record it and the devil might get ahold to it.
Anyway, the next night, I went back to see Pops and there was this Brother there.
He came and really started talking to me.
He reminds me of this Brother but better because he doesn’t have to turn it on, it’s just naturally like that AND he has a NEW ORLEANS ACCENT!!!
He makes jewelry and sells it which is really admirable to ya gurl.
I was thinking this morning while I was sitting across the street from a Black-owned car wash that I admire this Brother more than Bebe (the owner of the car wash) because although Bebe probably makes a lot of money, he is still a servant.
IS A PRODUCER!!!
It takes more ingenuity to develop a product (design, manufacture, produce, market) and sell it than to just serve people.
Anybody can wash a car.
Not everybody has the power to create something from nothing.
We kicked it that first night (Sunday)
Early in the morning, he told me his mother was going to call and he was going over her house and told me he wanted to introduce me to her.
I didn’t go.
He knows all about Zawji, of course.
I even told him that Zawji sent him to me so I wouldn’t be alone.
It didn’t dawn on me that it was Valentine’s Day until yesterday.
He was at his mom’s all day and then last night when he went to the Quarter to sell his wares, I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning, he had gone to Ma Dukes’ again.
Let me G why Dilla called his Mom “Ma Dukes” BRB
“How did you come to be called Ma Dukes? My son, Dilla, and his friends just started calling me that and I never asked why.”
You know hip-hop people… ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
He had left me a note.
I already knew though.
I am probably the only woman in the world who would admire someone like him over Bebe, but across the street is a store that sells stripper paraphernelia and next door is a restaurant and written in the cement is the name of the owner of the restaurant and Bebe’s name together. They are a couple.
I’m afraid Bebe is a low-key pimp, using the Car Wash as a front.
I realized that those two Muslim Brothers are just like other homeless Brothers I have met. I wrote about two Brothers I met in Atlanta.
They are always two Brothers. One is significantly older (maybe fifteen years) older than the other one, has a habit (cigarettes, coke, liquor or whatever) and uses the younger brother (phone, energy, contacts, ideas, creativity usually) and the younger brother misguidedly looks up to the older Brother. But when the younger brother starts to come up, the older brother holds him back. It’s sad. He feels obligated to the older Brother and doesn’t want to leave him, but the older brother is holding him back and knows if the younger brother leaves him, his life is basically over unless he can find another source to leech off of.
That’s why Tip said the music industry (rule #4080 ) and I think life in general, is made up of so many shady people. They find someone with talent (artist) and leech off of them.
That’s why I fly solo dolo because I know it’s harder for a lady. We are naturally dependent. I’ve got Allah and Zawji (who are both unseen on me) but talk to me five minutes. 😉
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T is a great guy but I’m too old to be with a Brother who is still dependent on his mother. I did that in High School. I’ve been out of school thirty years and if you are introducing me to your mother at her house something is wrong.
Invite us both to dinner. I would prefer it to be at your house more than a restaurant because your house will be our house and gives me a firmer foundation for future dinners. If you’re really serious anyway.
Some mothers don’t want to pass the baton to their son’s wife.
They want him to remain dependent on her forever.
Some fathers are the same way with their daughters.
I think it’s like that when they are not satisfied with their mate.
So they look for love from their children.
They can’t let go and let their children find their fulfillment in their mate.
Your spouse should be your everything.
That’s why I call him my ZAWJI.
He is my father now.
I don’t need to ask my daddy for anything monetarily anymore.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him financially.
He is my BEST FRIEND.
I don’t need any girlfriends.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him for everything including advice about girl stuff.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) is a MAN, but he made ladies out of former prostitutes. And if you think about it, it makes sense. Who can teach a lady how she should act better than a man? He knows what men like. And The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) was chosen by Allah, to be HIS MESSENGER. So He Knows How To Make Women of Allah. That’s what I want to be.
Zawji is my Brother.
I don’t need anybody else to protect me.
Zawji got it covered.
He is my son.
I get to mother him and do all the things he would go to his mother for.
I got it covered.
Maybe not because he’s not with me yet.
In Sha Allah, soon. 😀
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Oh, and He is my husband.
So we get to do all the things I can’t and don’t want to do with the other men in my life. 🙂
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Everybody on Facebook is talking about that movie.
The Funny thing about the Johnsons or something.
Maybe Strange things.
I don’t know.
But that movie is really sick.
I saw part of it and it really messed me up.
Having been a victim of incest, it made me really feel like something was wrong.
I turned it off but somebody on FB said it gets worse. Much worse.
No, I didn’t turn it off right then.
I saw one more scene that made me turn it off.
I think America is the no I KNOW America is the most wickedest place that has ever been on our planet.
I wanted to be a Nun growing up.
I think because there is solace in being in solitude.
I could totally live in a cave if it had central heating and a bathroom.
I don’t even need a kitchen. A hot plate every now and then would be nice but I could live without it in exchange for not having to be around any people.
Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) of fourteen hundred years ago used to go up into the cave to get away from it all. And that is where he received the first revelation of the Holy Qur’an.
The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that Allah revealed the Holy Qur’an to him.
Most people think He (Allah) used an Angel (Jibril/Gabriel).
But the point is he was alone and away from everybody and everything.
This world makes you think something is wrong with you if you do that.
They even have a medical/psychological diagnosis for it – isolating.
And they FORCE you to go to group.
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He gave me a bracelet.
I let him put it on me.
He tried to cuff me.
I let him
for one day.
He told me Don’t Talk To Anybody Else.
I even did it.
For one day.
I took it off.
And it was almost physically painful.
Bracelets are just as important as a ring almost.
It’s symbolic of cuffing you.
I haven’t figured out the ring yet.
Oh yeah, someone said it’s because the ring finger is connected to the heart or something.
Let me G it. BRB
Yeah, that’s why
Here is a playlist I made for Valentine’s Day.
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