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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers
So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.
Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHINGWAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.
So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.
So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.
But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.
So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.
It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.
So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.
In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.
Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.
All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤
So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛
But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!
All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.
I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!
So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,
So, “yesterday” 😉 I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for the past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.
(‘Member this????? What the hell happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ❤ ALLAH)
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So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.
I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. ❤ ❤ ❤ So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium” 😉 Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.
But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” 😉
So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.
So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!
Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat! #yaheard?#lotswife
Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. #howtoeattolive #backthentoo 😉 #canthelpit 😀 Zawji and Allah are always watching out for ❤ .
So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU ❤ ❤ ❤
7 DAYZ 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. 😀 😀 😀
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤
So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.
They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.
I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!
So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.
I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.
This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.
So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with Homeless people and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.
So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.
It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. 😉
So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again.
VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? 😥 😥 😥 Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Wish you were here!
So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.
I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but dang, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. 😉
So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ 😛 I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!
Al Hamdulillah!!!!
All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!
Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!
LA, where I’m from is like “girly” That’s the only way I know how to put it. While NOLA is “boyish”.
In L.A. we have roses everywhere. I mean, you step outside of your house and in any direction you travel, every yard has roses. I’ve been in NOLA for one month and eight dayz, traveled all over the city (and it is bigger than you think) and I have found ONE HOUSE with a rose bush. ONE! And she watches those bad boys like a hawk! I was able to steal one last night. I had too. I am the person who used to walk around L.A. with a ROSE everyday!!! EVERYDAY, you would see me carrying a rose. And then I come out here, and didn’t see ONE ROSE until I had been here over a month. Talk about withdrawal symptoms.
I’ve never experienced homesickness, but when I hear people say, “To Live and Die in L.A.” and how they wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, I agreed til I came here. I mean I love NOLA, there is no city like it in the world, but it is the complete opposite of my L.A. – Roses, Butterflies, Honeybees, Hummingbirds, Rainbows, Beaches and Mountains……
NOLA is like for boys. They have lizards and dragonflies, frogs and mosquitos and shit.
Swamps and alligators and I’ve always been somewhat of a tomboy, but damn.
Change is cool. Diversity is the spice of life, or whatever the saying is, I think it’s variety. But damn, can I see a mountain, please?!?!?!?!?!?!
Just like the roses, I don’t know how to act if I can’t go outside and see a mountain range……… *deep breath Love*
The beaches are hard to deal with being away from, but the mountain range, I took for granted. They were just always there, you know. I just moved from Ontario! Their city symbol is a mountain range!
NOLA is crazy. OMG Last night they had this Crimestoppers event with events all over the city. It was fun. I was on my bike (Zawji gave me a bike a couple dayz ago) and I came across a group of bikers. I hung out with them a little bit and this one Brother in the back was trying to get it on! I was like, “Oh no, Brother, I don’t do that anymore, I’m married.” He was not trying to hear it. I’m explaining how I don’t have casual sex. It’s not worth it and I’m very much in love with my husband. Then I look down, and he’s got his dick hanging out his fly. Like nothing! I was like, “When did you do that?” LOL I was done. SMH He’s steadily licking his lips and I’m like “I gotta go. Ya’ll are too wild….”
Then the homie told me it was “Turnt up Tuesday” I was like, “What’s that?” He said some new joint. Let me see if it’s on YT.
I can’t find any particular song yet. But apparently, that’s the thing.
Anyway, I was upset because of something, and I went to see the homie Satch, and I was sitting down writing by the fountain and somebody stole my bike!
So, I’m pissed naturally, cause Louie was supposed to be watching it! But he told me that they really needed it and I thought back to this Brother I had passed on my way to the park who looked tired from a long day at work and here I am joyriding and he’s walking.
So, I thought, if somebody like him got it, I’m PLEASED.
So, then I leave, walking like “somebody done stole my fucking bike….” LOL and then I see this Brother on a bike that looked exactly like mine.
I was like, “Naa, couldn’t be!” But I yelled out, “Get off my bike!” He kept riding. So, I said it again a little louder, “Get off my bike!” He went into a parking lot and I had to run a little because if anybody is going to joyride on MY bike, it’s going to be ME!
So, I said, “That’s my bike!” and he got off and I got closer and sure enough, it was my bike. I was like, Only me.
Turned out to be one of the Brothers I had met on Sunday at the park. I’m getting ahead of myself in my writing. I have another half of a journal to write before I get up to now. But I just feel like writing……..
I wish I could take the music of NOTLA back to L.A.
And the food……. It’s like Heaven. I felt so guilty when I found this fruit pie and I thought it was going to taste like those little cheap fifty cent fruit pies you get at the liquor store. I almost came that shit was go fucking good. Astagfirullah! But NOLA…….
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers & Sisters
One of the first things I noticed when I moved out here (N.O.L.A. – New Orleans, Louisiana) is that there’s a lot of moss on the trees.
I’ve always loved moss and immediately removed my glove upon my arrival, so I could caress its velvety softness.
A lot of girls have license plates that say “Mossy” out here. 😛
*This is what started it….* #Doyathinkthisiswhyshesnotmarriednemore??? SOMEBODY SEND HER A LINK A$AP!!!
In any case, every time I see it (moss), I can’t help but be reminded of our Dear Sister, Sister Harriet “Moses” Tubman, who would use the moss to determine the direction in which to travel.
Moss always grows on the NORTH side of a tree.
Black People in America have no idea how important we are in the history and future of the Universe.
Allah (God) Has Placed SIGNS in the Universe that date back to antiquity to Let Us Know.
A. Moss grows on the North Side of trees
B. The North Star is the ONLY Star in the Universe that does not move. ALL OF THE OTHER STARS TRAVEL IN AN ORBIT ACROSS THE SKY.
Do you know how long the stars have been created? Do you realize how long moss has grown on trees?
We are some very important people, Brothers & Sisters.
Never underestimate your value.
We (you Brothers) were CREATED TO RULE THE UNIVERSE.
QUALIFY YOURSELVES.
READ
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And garner the Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding that will Return you to your Rightful Place ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.
The other evening, it hit me with startling clarity that I can’t just up and go to the beach anymore!
That almost made me want to come home IMMEDIATELY!
I took it for granted that I could just get on any number of buses and in a few minutes I would be standing before the largest body of water on the PLANET EARTH – The Magnificent Pacific Ocean – with its 68,634,000 square miles of water.
I had decided to go to the beach in the morning, then I remembered where I am! I almost went into cardiac arrest; breathing became laboured; blood temperature soared; heartrate quickened; started feeling really claustrophobic. I mean, I felt like I was going cold turkey.
I’m 44 and have never lived outside of California – grew up quite like Gidget.
**I know she’s a devil….. But Black People dig the beach just as much, if not more than devils, because A.) We created it and B.) We don’t sunburn! LOL
I even started a family BEACH Tradition!
The week before each of our children (except MaKayKay 😥 Sorry Bibi 😦 ) turned seven, we had “Farewell To Six Week” (This was even before I knew about the Messenger’s (The Honorable Elijah Muhammad’s [PBUH] Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings on the number SIX (6) and how when the number SEVEN (7) comes, that’s it for the devils. You’re not just “resting.” “Your Brother from The East is Gonna COME AND EAT YOU UP!!!“) But I always somehow just knew that the number seven symbolized a stage of completion.
Anyway, we went and had school at the Beach everydaythat entire week.
I’ll never forget when our daughter, (A.J. II / A.J.Jr.? LOL 😉 #mylifeisbonkers 😉 😛 ) Anyway, li’l A.J. suddenly came running up to the blanket where I was sitting watching her play in the water, and urgently started rummaging through our things. I was like, “What? What is it?” She finally found what she was looking for and said, “I have to put on my socks. This seaweed is getting on my nerves!!!” So, she put on her socks and ran and got back in the water, socks and all. LOL #socute #noinhibitions #beyourself #gottaluvem ❤ ❤ ❤
Li’l A.J. gave her little Brother the heads up when his seventh birthday was nigh, and told him how much fun she had had and how much he had to look forward to during his“Farewell To Six Week”. She told him he was going to love it and Remember it for the REST OF HIS LIFE!
When he turned seven (7), we had already converted to Islam, and had been practicing for three (3) years already. So, we had developed excellent behaviour patterns as well as healthy eating habits. We never really ate nuts, but we used to tear some shelled sunflower seeds up! I would buy a huge bag and we would tear into the bag before we even got to the car! SMH I feel like I could eat a big bag of shelled sunflower seeds right now while I am writing about it. 😉 But, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, ate the kind with the shells and I think I wrote a blog about it, yeah I did. Let me get the link. “Sunflower Seeds”
So, anyway, I love water just as much as any other California Girl and cannot resist putting, at least, my feet (knees… thighs… *sighs…*) in the water.
Why, when we went back to the blanket, were seagulls all in our bag of sunflower seeds??? LOL #damnbirds Honestly! The nerve! #gottaluvemtho!
btw NOLA has seagulls that sound just like LA seagulls!! They sound different in different areas of the world but for some reason NOLA and LA seagulls sound exactly the same. Yaaaay for me! I was looking for a video with beach sounds one day, when I was feeling a particular longing for the shoreline but couldn’t make it out, and some of the seagulls in some of the videos just didn’t sound right.
They were from some other areas of the country. And I wasn’t with it. These out here are on point though. And, WHY do I see seashells everywhere? I mean, really! I see more seashells walking down the street in NOLA, than I see in Santa Monica, Venice and Malibu combined EVEN EARLY IN THE MORNING!
There is also a lot of sandeverywhere. I swear I walked by a building under construction the other night and there was sand on the ground floor. I was instantly transported to Santa Monica. ❤ ❤ ❤ I SAVOURED EVERY MOMENT. 😥
So cheah, Farewell to Six Week… If you HOMESCHOOL, it is mucheaser to get away with, than if you don’t. 😉 😛 Homeschool anyway. I didn’t have the nerve yet when our daughter was younger, to take her out of the devil’s school and homeschool her completely, and caught a lot of flack when she got her report card and it showed 46 absences. LOL #leaveittome #bananas
But All Praise is Due to Allah, our son didn’t have to suffer through that! #HOMESCHOOLED
Speaking of beaches, I don’t know WHERE I’m going to find a rainstick out here, nor a decent hooglah. (that’s what we call the cardboard roll inside paper towels and t.p.) in order to make my own.
*The rainstick at the end……*
I used to get my rainsticks from Venice Beach, but I don’t know if they have a Native American store out here in NOLA. Maybe those Mardi Gras Indians that creep me out, use them. I’m trying, SweetHeart…. #HBD #only13days #lessthan2weeks!!!!! #Iloveyoustillandalwayzwill ❤ ❤ ❤ #takinitbackto’79 #RIP #BigBabyJesus 😥
I’ve seen ONE fabric store out here in NOLA, and it looked VERY High End. It was Uptown and closed when I happened by, so I didn’t – couldn’t go in. But the fabric in the window was the type The Holy Qur-an says we’ll be wearing in the Hereafter. #silkbrocade And very expensive. I guess silk would come on a hooglah….. I don’t know, wait, yeah, I bought some chartreuse silk fabric a while back, SMH 😛 #heyZawji 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤ and it came on a hooglah.
So anyway, my cardiac arrest turned out to be a false alarm, after about ten minutes, my symptoms were gone, but I’m feeling the room spin and the walls closing in a little bit as I write this. There’s got to be a beach somewhere around here, with the shells, sand and seagulls. Those three add up to BEACH anyway you order them. I forgot what that property is called. Oh Lord Jesus, I need to have another baby! LOL #tohomeschoolandstayuponmymathematics #ZAWJI #helpmeout #eitherwiththemathematicsorwiththebaby 😉 😀 #iknowyoumylove #both right? 😀 #HBDpresentnextyear?? ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 😉 #13daze ❤ ❤ ❤ #lessthantwoweeks ❤ ❤ ❤ #upforanotherfarewelltosix? 😉 #iam! ❤ ❤ ❤ #Iloveyouforever!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
I’ve got to add BEACH, along with Southern University and Fats Domino’s house, to my list of places to find here in Nawlins’. #challenge #alwaysup 😉
My Beloved Zawji went to Southern University out here, I know it had a profound effect on his music. Oh yes, Sweet Honey-Stick, I wanted to share with you this movie that’s scheduled for the film festival out here. It’s based on the life of James Booker. I know, I know, we’re on another level……Sweet Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤
Let me see if I can find it….
I’m pissed cuz I don’t have any headphones AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
If I had gone to college out here, I would been BUCK WILD! #yaheard The Twenty-somethings are hella cool, kinda out there (confused), but alright nonetheless. I love ’em all. They’re so intelligent and just want to get the BEST life has to offer like anybody else. But, I try so hard to get them to look toward the future of our nation and not just themselves and their immediate family.
Most of them have college degrees, but come back and work in the tourism industry because they make more money. I tell them, it’s not about the Benjamins. Think of the legacy you can leave behind if you start your own business. Your children won’t have to go begging their slavemaster for a job.
Slavery is worse now than it was before Emancipation, because now we go and beg the whiteman to make us his slave. He freed us over one hundred and fifty years ago, but we still go to him for a job. We MUST change our way of thinking and think in terms of doing something for self (SELF-SUFFICIENCY).
And not just about our individual self, but our entire National “Self.” We are a Nation Within a Nation, and must think in terms of Black Nationalism. Everything we do should be with the intent of progression for our entire Asiatic Black Family in the Hells of North America, in mind.
When we go shopping, we should patronize Black business and services. When we open our own businesses, we should cater to our own people and employing our own people, instead of seeking out the money of our slavemasters; Let’s circulate our own dollars within our own community and prove to the world that we are no longer dependent on our slavemasters for anything.
We are too inclusive as a general practice. Everywhere I go out here I see devils behind programs that are supposed to benefit Black people. That is a contradiction. The people who caused our problems, cannot fix them. It would create too many problems for them.
We must solve our own problem. And that is separation from the cause. And progressively working toward a future as an independent nation with Allah (God) as our Guide.
WHY DID I GO TO THIS FREE DANCE CLASS THE OTHER NIGHT AND HAD THE TIME OF MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!????!!!!
OMG YA’LL I HAD NO IDEA…
On Sunday, they had some kind of event at the hotel and mostly bad music was blasting all night, but the DJ did play a couple bangers and I got up to take a quick peak. When I got up, I couldn’t help but dance a li’l.
Dancing is like second nature when you’re a music lover like Love Amad. But, honestly? I hadn’t bust a move in like six months. Just haven’t been in the mood, you know? With all of the changes going on in and around me. But it felt really good to let loose. So, that night was sort of a precursor to what happened the next night.
I mainly went because the notice read that they serve a “healthy” dinner after the class, and Lord Knows, I haven’t had one of those in weeks! But, I told myself not to get my hopes up because I know you (my people) very well.
When you realize there’s something someone likes, needs or wants, you do your best to make sure she doesn’t get it. I know. I know. Willie Lynch.
So, I just put it in my mind to try and have a good time.
And boy, Did I!!!
When I walked in, they were playing, “Cold Blooded” by Brother Rick.
and I was convinced I was going to enjoy the class.
But, I am from L.A. – the toughest crowd in the country.
So, I put my bags down and was immediately impressed by the instructor AND the students! They could ALL DANCE and one of them was a DEVIL!
But I stayed on anyway.
I walked around, looking at the pictures on the wall – just getting a feel of the space, but when I got where no one could see me, I went in! 😉
This is New Orleans, and good music must flow through the veins of these “Saints.” I mean how else would you explain it?
Finally, I joined the Class.
The Instructor smiled (I really dug her flavor) and the next song was some Zydeco remix of “Bad Mamma Jamma”
(My theme music NOLA style 😉 )
I let go!
Man, I was turnt up the whole class.
But, my favorite part….
She played some song where the guy says, “Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes….” and I went bananas. It was like The Wop on steroids or something. I couldn’t wait until Thursday!
Oh Lord Jesus, I just watched the music video. I was so on point, the way I did it. These hoochies are lame.
FABIOLA! I MEAN FAIL!
Dinner was in the pocket. I didn’t eat the fish and told them why. It was Tilapia. But I ate the mashed potatoes even though the Messenger (PBUH) taught us to “Leave those old white potatoes alone!” But I hadn’t eaten potatoes since, I think 2008, when me and Hakim took the Greyhound to NYC. We stopped at Mickey D’s and I got some fries and a Shamrock shake. 😛 (That sounds like a dance, huh? “Say man, you know how to do that new dance, The Shamrock Shake, Brother?” LOL)
We had some cabbage and a green salad as well. Al Hamdulillah الحمد لله الله أكبر
I filled my plate then cleaned it. 😉
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The next day, this Black-owned company was celebrating their Founder’s Day and 131st Anniversary. Yes, 131st Anniversary. As in One Hundred and Thirty One Years of Doing Business in New Orleans.
I can’t believe how old everything is out here. NOLA was colonized by the French in 1718 – Almost three hundred years ago, and it is not uncommon to find businesses, neighborhoods and families that have been here a good two hundred or so years.
That is mind-blowing to me, being born in Los Angeles, which was founded in 1781, but didn’t really become the thriving metropolis it is today, until the Gold Rush of 1849 – which is barely 150 years. New Orleans has been at it twice as long.
So, I knew in my heart, that I had to go and see how this family had been in business so long.
A couple of years ago, I wanted to do a documentary on Black Businesses that had been in existence for at least fifty years, and I thought that was a long time. But here are the Rhodes, celebrating nearly three times that length.
So, I went and I did some piecing together of certain facts and discovered that basically, you really just need to have a son to carry on the business. They are going into their fourth generation. All named after the founder. 😉
Expanding into other related fields must have helped too. It’s always good to diversify.
Theirs is the funeral business. The founder saw a need for Black people to be able to obtain a decent and respectable burial shortly after the Civil War, wherein we were still being treated little better than livestock.
So, he opened his funeral service and now over the course of three generations, the Rhodes have expanded to include an insurance company also a limousine service.
I am so thankful to my Zawji and my Saviour, for bringing me here to New Orleans and giving me a first hand view of what is possible when Black People truly do something for self.
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. I LOVE YOU!
#15moredayz #makethedayzcount
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One thing I hadn’t planned on was the breakdown and solitude I had to seek out after reading an article about Hurricane Katrina and how they had to process all of the corpses. Reality is a mutha. 😥
Why did I see my son’s doppel yesterday? OMG he looked EXACTLY like my IBNI! I would have hugged and kissed him, but his accent. That’s the only way I knew it wasn’t him. He looked EXACTLY like my son without his glasses. That is Allah’s (swt) Way of letting me know he’s alright. 😥 I miss you, Hakim. I know you see my Doppels too. I hope they look alright and not too crazy. 😛 I’m doing good, Brother. 😀 This Brother was seventeen! But he was no bigger than my Ibni (13). And looked just like my Zawji! I wonder sometimes if I could be wrong about his father……. ijs Ya’ll remember what I was like back then……. #onone But, “Thanks for OUR child, Zawji!!!” 😉 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Sorry Angie, but he should’ve never been with you in the first place. MaKayKay is MINE (Ours, rather). We’re happy that you’ve moved on, Sister. 😀 I think I told ya’ll they’re trying to get me in the Illuminati. And how all these Secret Societies (Illuminati, Boule, Masons, Fraternities, their Sister groups and the Voodou people too) are all part of the same Secret Society that is controlled by the Jews. Well, the other day, confirmed my belief, when I happened upon a Masonic restaurant and a paraphernalia store next door, but it wasn’t just Mason stuff it was GREEK stuff too. Aha! But honestly, who cares?
I AM AN M.G.T. & G.C.C.!!!
THE GREATEST ORGANIZATION
FOR WOMEN IN THE UNIVERSE!!! *flips headpiece*
Anyway, In Sha Allah (If It Pleases Allah), I Will Be On Local Radio Station WBOK AM 1230 (OMG I just realized that’s KGJFs old address!!! 😥 I miss them. KDAY too…)
Anyway, if you’re in Nawlins, I’ll be on at 7:45 tomorrow morning (Thursday, October 8, 2015) when they do the business spotlight on the morning show, promoting “this.” 😉 #heyRakim! 😀 And if you’re in L.A., there’s a two-hour time difference so, cheah, up for FAJR, then listen to ya girl. Ya heard? 😛
This station WBOK is part of the Bakewell Media Company and I’m like, I know it’s not Danny Bakewell! But he is one of those “high-yaller” so-called Negroes and could very likely be from Louisiana. I am usually right about these things but was too much in shock to ask when I was at the station. Let me google it.
Somebody posted something about Sister Donna in this group I’m in on Facebook, and EVERYBODY AND I MEAN, EVERYBODY said she looks just like Kelly Rowland. I agree. #beautiful #RBGs
Who Dat? I always knew they said that out here in Nawlins’, but never knew why. I thought it was from some movie where I think Fats Waller said, “Who dat say who dat when I say who dat?” Or something.
But, I noticed sometimes when I go around groups of people, someone would sometimes blurt out “Who dat?” And once these people were about to fight and one of them said, “Let’s wait until the police leave!” Talking about me!
It’s kinda hurtful when people don’t trust me, especially my own people. But I’ve been accused of being an agent online before, so I just ignore them now.
Lately, I’ve been letting my appearance do the talking for me anyway. I’m getting ready for marriage. So, I just let my garment speak for itself and just answer questions from those intelligent enough to ask. Just Black People, of course. I’ve been iggin’ devils for daze.
But today, I went to this area where a Brother informed me I could find an inexpensive apartment near Congo Square.
I was disappointed. It looked neglected like Central City and there were far too many devils for my taste. Nevertheless, it beats being homeless. So, I took down some numbers.
Then, I got to a main street and was going to turn back. I don’t like living on main streets, but for some reason I end up there. Zawji reminded me I’m homeless, and don’t have the luxury of being choosy.
So, I’m seeing nothing but devils in an area where there are banners on the light poles celebrating the 250th anniversary of the Oldest Black Neighborhood in America!!! Da fucc? I was instantly pissed. It was turning out to be one of those daze.
Everybody seemed to be uptight anyway and I got really fired up.
I had just seen this Brother in Congo Square selling T-Shirts celebrating Tremé – The Oldest Neighborhood for people of color”
That part right there!
I was like BLACK!!!!!! JUST SAY “BLACK!!!!” THAT HAS BEEN A PET-PEEVE OF MINE SINCE I FIRST CONVERTED TO ISLAM. IT’S OKAY TO SAY “BLACK!!!” BLACK IS THE BEST!!!! DON’T FEEL ASHAMED TO SAY “BLACK” AND NO, NOT “BLACK-ISH” 😡 BLACK AND PROUD!!!!! DAMMIT!!!!! SAY IT LOUD!!!!
I went in on him. Poor Brother.
So then, I’m walking down the busy street and I see a For Rent sign. It was a two-bedroom for $1800. I laughed out loud! There were more condos and street cafes designed for and by devils than Black People in THE OLDEST BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD IN AMERICA. GTFOH
And then! I see two devils filming this Brother. First I think, he’s a News Reporter, but I’ve never seen a reporter with TWO cameramen. So, I asked him what they were filming. He said something, I can’t remember. Probably something like a documentary or something. So, I asked him how did he become involved with the project. He said they were just stopping people on the street. But, I didn’t believe him because he looked like he had dressed for the occasion.
Then, I tried to tell him, he shouldn’t be taking devils around our community, especially on film because it’s just going to attract more devils. He started trying to defend himself and I turned around and that devil had his lens all up in my grille.
I told him I didn’t consent to being on film but devils think they can still do as they please. So, I just tried to convince my Brother to try and preserve something for his own kind then the devil said, “That’s racist!” So, the Brother started in on that part.
Eventually, I got fed up and walked away but I turned around and they were still filming me so I walked directly up to the camera and stared straight into the lens,
“Beloved Black Americans, read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA by The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH). The TIME OF SEPARATION from our Devil Slavemasters Has Arrived. Their time is up but we have the opportunity to be saved. We must do something for self and give the devil back the chains of mental slavery that keep us in bondage to him – His names and his dirty religion of Christianity. We must go for self. Stop intermingling and intermarrying with them or you will become deserving of Hellfire as they are. The Time Has Come To Go For Self. Google Message To The Blackman in America and read it online for free. But stay away from Louis Farrakhan!”
Or Something Like That……..
So, the devil was trying to interrupt me the whole time, but I igged him. Then the Brother comes back, so I tried to talk to him some more. But, when he said he had already read Message To The Blackman, I knew that there was no hope for him so I just gave him the greetings and broke.
I stopped at the store to get my daily rations on the way home, and was walking past the cashier and the line ( ) on my way out the door, when I overheard the cashier tell this older cat he was till a little short, as I walked past with my bag full.
I thought to myself, “My ancestors paid for everything in this bag. The owners of this store and the manufacturers who make this shit don’t even have to work. All they do is sit back, buy and sell companies and count money. They pay their slaves barely enough to get by just like in the days of physical bondage. All we can afford is food, clothes and shelter and we have to go back to them to buy it, just giving the money right back to them! Shiiiiiiiid, my shit is more than paid for. They owe me! 400 years of FREE LABOR!!!??? And this Brother can’t even afford a fucking CANDY BAR!!! So, until ya’ll designate some land wherein we can provide for ourselves the necessities of life, which you are obligated to do after we BUILT this country for you FOR FREE, under your brutal and merciless hands, I’ll just take this leather-bound journal and these vittles as collateral. Thank-you kindly, Ms. Security Guard, You have a ‘blessed day’ too, Muthafucka! PEACE!”
I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
Homemaking For The Black Muslim Woman Journal ™ 