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I am not out in the cold. I am not out in the night. I have a roof over my head. I have a cot to sleep on. I know that Superman works in the day and Batman at night. I might possibly be having a baby. :o)
In Sha Allah, tomorrow I’m telling Thelma on these two guards that always sweat me. I wish they would just leave me alone. They let me stay here tonight. But I know they’re looking for the first opportunity to kick me out. So when Thelma gets here I’m TELLING! I already wrote her a note. But I think I’m going to just tell her what happened.
They probably lied and put something in the computer so if she looks it up, it’ll have some little lie in it. But I’m just going to tell the TRUTH and hope they will leave me alone.
I think it’s because I’m a Muslim.
I mean HE could be upset because I’m in love with Zawji, SHE could be upset for the same reason if she thinks I’m her mother. That’s it. They want to be a family. LOL Never gonna happen. Especially with the way they keep treating me.
“Nothing you can do, cause I’m stuck like glue to MY GUY.”
One Day EVERYONE WILL KNOW that I WILL DIE without entertaining another man.
Amad-Jamal Allah, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever is the ONLY man for me.
They don’t understand TRUE LOVE. It’s FOREVER!!!
SEPARATION doesn’t cause it to die. It makes it stronger.
TEMPTATION doesn’t make you say bye. It makes you more appreciative.
PRIVATION only tightens the tie. It makes you more dependent on each other.
Everybody thinks “There are ‘TOO MANY FISH IN THE SEA’ for me to have to deal with things I don’t like about the person I’m with.”
That is definitely the wrong attitude to have if you expect to have a successful relationship. Someone tried to give me that BAD ADVICE about Zawji, but what he didn’t understand is that ALLAH Told Me Zawji is the ONLY MAN FOR ME.
In this song, the Sister was dumped. I can’t really relate because I’ve never been dumped. But cheah, if you get dumped then…
If you are thinking about leaving someone because you have problems, all you have to do is Pray and ask Allah to fix the problem. Stick with the person until the problem is worked out. Allah is the Second Coming of JESUS and HE Will Work It Out if you let HIM.
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The plan is to go to New Orleans when I get my check next. In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah), I’ll be able to leave that same day. I don’t want to be here any longer. I’ll have money for a hotel, so at least I won’t be in a shelter if I can’t get a same-day ticket. It’s so stressful here. They keep picking on me. Why? For HIS NAME SAKE.
The Bible warns us that the disbelievers and infidels would persecute you “for His Name’s Sake” My Name is ALLAH. It is not referring to the Christians who have the devil’s names. I have a Holy and Righteous Name of Allah.
Most Muslims go in the Name of Allah. All BLACK PEOPLE should go in the Names of Allah as HE is our Father. We should wear One Of His Names.
I need to look up the definition for consort. I think it means, your Best Friend who you make love to and the only one you make love to, like Zawji but with Zawji, it’s official.
In Ancient Kemet (Egypt), their Gods had “CONSORTS.” And, I was wondering why the translators used that word. BRB
I think when the Ancients used it, it only referred to the female companion of a GOD. Auset was Ausar’s consort, for example. I don’t think it would be appropriate to say He was her consort. The Blackman is God. The Blackwoman is His Helpmate or consort. 😉
The difference between men and women is that men think if they give you a child, you will be bonded together forever. They think, “You don’t need a ring to be my wife.” Women think differently. They will take YOUR CHILD(REN) and go marry another man who gives them a ring.
I’m so sorry for you Brothers who have suffered the pain that comes with learning this lesson. PRAY AND THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS WILL WORK IT OUT – IF YOU LET HIM.
I’m not in L.A. yet. But I’m close enough to feel comfortable writing.
I have an arrival time.
It’s an hour and a half later than scheduled which is really a bummer because I was going straight to Zawji’s plantation as soon as I alighted.
But there is no way I can get from dtla to Venice Beach on the bus in two hours. Then again, there is the train now…
I don’t know. I’ll have to see when I get there. Maybe I can arrive when he gets off and go from there. I might be married for real tomorrow, ya’ll. 😀
I decided not to get him fired.
A. He needs time to stack his cheddar before opening his own restaurant and
B. It’s a seafood restaurant and I’m a pescatarian who loves fine dining. And that’s all he works at. So, I’ma give him some time.
I want him to open up a restaurant somewhere on Crenshaw where they’re building that new train. I’ve seen whole business centers, including residential plazas, open up around train stations, so there’s A LOT of money to be made.
But anyway, this was the first time I’ve left New Orleans and the bus took us through downtown and I was able to make a video. Let me see if I can post it. BRB
Okay, Zawji doesn’t want me to post it until the end.
But I got on the bus and actually left. I mean, I knew I was going to do it this time. But it was almost surreal. I couldn’t believe I was actually leaving such a wonderful city like New Orleans.
But some things are bigger than just having fun. Zawji needs me more than New Orleans, so when He Calls, I Come Running.
I saw this Brother in Houston who looked like what I think Zawji looks like now and it was all I could do to keep my hands off his body. LBVS. I mean, OMG. He was about 6’3″ and had the body of a muscular ball player but not like Boris or Tyson, well maybe Tyson. I can’t really remember what he looked like, it’s been so long. LOL Maybe Tyrese but I don’t know how tall he is. But just Oh My God.
I’m still getting used to him being tall. I’m pretty sure I’m ready, but I’ve NEVER had to look up to him. We’ve always been eye to eye or close to it. Now I’ll have to stand on my tippy-toes to kiss him. That’s new.
And I feel a little insecure knowing how alluring he is to women, but he keeps telling me it doesn’t matter as long as he ONLY wants me.
It’s so funny because there’s a Subway in the New Orleans Greyhound Station (btw they get the award for dopest Greyhound Station. They have a Subway inside. And the store is off the hook. New Orleans is off the hook so of course, they offer all the New Orleans paraphernelia. Except Saints stuff. They didn’t have any Saints stuff, which made me glad I went to their pro shop and got Hakim a snapback.
I also got him an ink pen and some Ooey-Gooey Cake. He thinks I’m gonna eat it before I get home. But I’m almost there and I still have it. So, looks like he’ll get to taste it. He has good taste in foods, so I know he’ll love it like I do. I need to try and find a recipe. BRB
CLICK THE PICTURE FOR THE RECIPE
(I would double the cream cheese topping though. It looks pretty thin in the picture)
I got him some gold beads too. My mom used to go to New Orleans all the time and she would bring back beads but never gave any to anyone as far as I know. That just seems wrong to me. I mean how can you go to New Orleans and not give anybody any beads. She would just hang them on her rear view mirror. Maybe she gave them to other people and not me. In any case, I didn’t think about that until I was putting my son’s stuff together and I thought how selfish can you be, not to bring back beads from New Orleans for your family? It should be second nature. I mean even if they don’t care or know anything about New Orleans beads. Just give them some. They’re everywhere! But my mom is a special kinda selfish. She won’t even let me live in her garage. But that’s never stopped me. 😀 )
So anyway, I should be back in L.A. tonight, In Sha Allah, and I know it is. So, see you when I see you!
Zawji still won’t let me post the video. Maybe later…
As Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved And Beautiful Daughter!
I pray Allah these words reach you in the Best of Health, WEALTH, LUXURY, and HAPPINESS. I pray that you are enjoying ABUNDANT Blessings from your and my Saviour, Amad-Jamal Allah. He LOVES YOU, Pumpkin, more than that man you’ve been calling father ever could.
He is the reason for your wealth, Sweet Pumpkin. Not the Navy. I know you see yourself doing better than the others who are also in the Navy. Even your so-called boyfriend. (And STOP GIVING HIM MONEY!) It is because your TRUE FATHER – AMAD-JAMAL HAS POWER OVER EVERYTHING and HE Sees To It THAT YOU ARE NEVER WITHOUT.
He Sees and Hears Everything, My/OUR Daughter.
STOP WHORING. Save Yourself For Your Husband. That is why you are not married. We are living in a NEW DAY, Sweet Pumpkin Pie. We, as Black Women have to Hold Ourselves Higher Than Other Women of the Earth Because WE ARE THE FIRST.
I know you are wise enough to understand that the TRUTH of your Paternity is in Your Favour, Sweet Pumpkin. You Really ARE A PRINCESS and I am The Queen.
Your Father – THE KING – Knew You Were His When He Kissed You. His Knowledge is INFINITE, My Beloved Firstborn. I didn’t even know until yesterday!
ACCEPT YOUR OWN AND BE YOURSELF!
~Mom
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P.S. If you are still in doubt, Sweet Princess, Look AT YOURSELF, and then look at your so-called “father’s” other children. They are ALL DARK. YOU ARE BROWN-SKINNED.
Do you know when you lived with me, he never gave me one cent in child support. But he got money from Social Security for me when you went to live with him. That is, until you turned 18. That’s why he started tripping on you. He stopped getting those checks.
He has the mind of a slave. Any man who needs any type of help taking care of his own children is mentally still a slave; unable to care for his own and dependent upon another man to care for his own family.
Well, Zawji has completely relieved him of needing any help to care for you.
He has taken you from him and now we’ll see how he takes care of his other children without your support.
He Took Me Away From My Father who also has the mind of a slave and was living off of me, which is why he went to the extreme of adopting Hakim, completely unnecessarily. He wanted the check too. These types of men are still mental slaves and can never be free nor successful until they submit to our Lord and Saviour, in the Person of Amad-Jamal Allah, To Whom Be Praised Forever!
Your TRUE FATHER – AMAD-JAMAL ALLAH was supporting you until you turned 18. Then your foster father turned you out on the street.
What happened to that G.I. Bill money? He probably gets money for you being in the navy too. Take that skill they taught you and go work in the private industry, Pumpkin. Don’t give your skill back to the people who taught it to you. Take it and do something for self. Find you a Black Dentist and assist him. He could be your KING!
Call Dr. Dickey. He’s Black but he’s married and won’t be your KING, but at least you can get out the devil’s navy and stop helping your deadbeat foster father. 323-731-8586. And if he can’t employ you, he can refer you to someone who can.
All Navy men are punks (gay). Ask him what he had to do to become a “shellback” And they ALL cheat.
Now Pumpkin, you know I have never EVER said anything bad about him, even after he went out and had babies by other women, but we are living in the day when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the TRUTH MUST be made known. I am only telling you the truth. And the TRUTH only hurts the GUILTY.
You and Hakim are FULL SIBLINGS.
Take a paternity test if you don’t believe me. They have them at Target.
And in case you haven’t noticed… You don’t look like him anymore.
This blog took an entirely different turn when I listened to this number. I never knew the lyrics were about me and Zawji. *sigh*
But anyway…
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Sweet Babies!!!
My Sweet Zawji had to have me come all the way down South to the Bayou to teach me how to finally be a Lady. It’s so funny because I’ve always been associated with the term “Lady.” My rap name in High School (I hated it) was “Lady Rycee” LOL Man, memories… And I’ve always been girlie even though I was tomboyish at times. I was a cheerleader in High School, Drill Team Captain and later known at the club for this pink dress that had ruffles and was very “lady-ish”. I still wear puffed sleeves. And some other stuff I can’t think of now, like making sure my nails were always on point. I think I wrote about it before. Zawji used to call me his “Lady.” (smile)
But, I had to learn how not to hop fences and climb trees and climb out of windows anymore. That was a hard lesson to learn. Being a lady means you have to wait for the gentleman with the key to let you in through the door. And my son didn’t call me “Impatientifah” when my name was Latifah, for nothing. 😛
However, if I were to hop the fence and climb through the window when I lock myself out, I would be depriving my Sweet Zawji of the privilege of coming to my rescue! And deep down ALL men think they’re Superman. LOL So, Sisters, even if he makes you wait to teach you a lesson in competence, don’t be fooled. He really enjoys playing the hero.
You would think not climbing through windows at 45 would be common sense, but this was an extremely hard lesson for the kid. I’ve neverneeded a man for stuff I felt I could easily do myself like opening doors, changing light bulbs, opening jars, getting stuff down off of high shelves, carrying luggage, &c. I’ve always been able to “make it do what it do.” But I have to be a lady now and let Zawji do those things for us.
But trust and believe me when I tell you, Zawji had to have me sit outside ALL NIGHT LONG AND HALF THE NEXT DAY to teach my hard head how to be a real LADY. I still feel humbled just thinking about the ordeal. He knew I could have hopped the fence at any time. But deep down I WANT TO BE A LADY. So, I sat there and counted the stars and gazed at the moon and the beautiful sunrise and then watched everybody on their way to work. It was lunchtime before somebody FINALLY came and unlocked the door. Lesson Learned.
If I thought I was going to starve or something, I still KNOW HOW to hop the fence if my or our children’s life depended on it, which is why the M.G.T. (women and girls in the Nation of Islam) wear the pants-skirt. Just in case of an emergency, we are never caught unprepared. After all, we live under the shadow of death in America, so we have to be practical.
But to be honest, I just don’t feel right hopping fences anymore. I feel silly. Like I’m too old or something. Even though health-wise, I feel better than I did when I was sixteen and hopping a fence is just as easy. It’s mental. I don’t feel right anymore.
I think staying out all night had that added affect.
Like it changed my biological make-up or something hormonal probably.
In any case, it works out best for the both of us. The more ladylike I am, the more gentlemanly HE CAN BE. Men are created physically and mentally superior for a reason. Sisters, let’s humble ourselves and let them exercise and utilize all that strength. Why should we struggle with things that come so easily for them? Let’s be ladies and let them be gentlemen. It makes so much sense.
(She should have said, “You know a lot about sports, but you don’t know much about BOYS!”)
(Sometimes, a lady takes the blame for the Brothers. Authority figures usually go easier on girls. A girl around boys makes stuff happen too. “…The score is One Love… ❤ “)
I admit, we have a history much different from other women of earth, which makes being ladylike more difficult for us because we were so far removed from being ladies due to our history of slavery where we were forced to work just as hard as any man. Let’s kill that “strong Black woman” idea and be weak and dependent on our men like the devil woman is, or used to be, on her man back in the days of lace gloves and parasols. I mean really, what woman doesn’t want to be pampered, catered to and treated like royalty?
Let’s fawn over our men and let them floss their masculinity. It makes them feel macho. Especially when you say stuff like, “Oh my! I’ll never be able to open this jar. You’re such a big, strong, powerful Blackman. Could you open it for me, please?” and bat your eyelashes at him. LOL They LOVE that. I’ve never had a man refuse me ANYTHING when I ask like that. I’ve had Brothers carry furniture, luggage, groceries and anything else I need for BLOCKS!!! And I love dripping syrupy compliments all over them while we walk. 😉 They get to flex their muscles and we get to show them how much we love and appreciate the most physically, mentally and intellectually Supreme Being in the Universe – The Asiatic Blackman.
If You’ve Never Been To New Orleans, You Don’t Know What Life Is…
NEW ORLEANS IS LIFE: Music, Food, Language, Heritage, History – LIFE!!!
I first came to New Orleans in early September, 2015 after TWO YEARS of meeting people who were ALL from New Orleans. I have a VERY STRONG FEELING Zawji is from New Orleans. He visited with his parents one year. And, he went to college out here.
When I first arrived, I wanted to get back on the bus and go home. We were scheduled to arrive Saturday night, so I’m planning on heading straight to the club. But our bus was delayed and we didn’t arrive until early on a gloomy, dismal, overcast and destitute Sunday morning.
As we exited the off-ramp, I took in a deep breath and an image of the city’s homeless and all their belongings perforated under the bridge. It was depressing. But I’ve never been a quitter so I alighted the bus with forced positivity. Zawji brought me here for a reason, right? Let’s get to work!
I determined in my mind to find the Black people and start handing out my fliers.
A building directly across from the bus depot had its address in plain sight on the awning – 1022. That’s Zawji’s birthday and I took it as a positive omen and started walking in that direction.
I came to the city bus layover and one of the buses read “M L King.” Well, everybody knows that M L King Street is ALWAYS in the Black community and since those are the only people I care about, I boarded the bus.
New Orleans is 59.1 per cent Black at the present so it is pretty much entirely a Black city with “a white community.” (smile) So, I rode through the “Black community” and was shocked to see that so many homes were still in a state of disrepair on the tenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. They would catch me so unprepared that it would bring me to tears.
The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina pretty much dominated my first trip to “The Big Easy.” Everybody has a Katrina story and I wanted to hear them all.
I love their accents here and could listen to them talk all day anyway. (smile) But I was particularly interested in the children. One day I met a group of teenagers who were very young during the DELIBERATE LEVEE EXPLOSION.
I will NEVER forget what one Sister told me. She said she thought the world was going to end.
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Because of Hurricane Katrina, Black People in New Orleans are something that they call “cutthroat.” But it is understandable.
I spend a lot of time in hospitals and one of the nurses told me that Katrina was so bad that the nurses were forced to leave their patients in order to save their own lives!
So, when I tell you that they are “Every man for himself” (at times) please believe me.
I had my tablet/bluetooth keyboard/case AND phone stolen at the SAME TIME by TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE!
They con you into trusting them by telling you some sad story then when you least expect it (usually when you are distracted) they’ve disappeared with your ATM card. LOL
I can laugh about it now. I mean I wasn’t that upset at the time either. They’re just material things and easily replaced, but the injury to my pride at being made such a fool of hurt far worse than the loss of my possessions. I pride myself on my intellect and judge of character so to have been conned like that really smarts.
The guy who took my phone I kind of was suspicious of, but I didn’t think he would REALLY STEAL MY PHONE! LOL He asked me if he could use it. And I’ve had to borrow people’s phones before so I was like Yeah. But he got me.
I actually ran into the Brother who stole my tablet this trip to New Orleans. I said, “Where’s my laptop?” (LOL Shows you how much I cared about it 😛 It was a tablet.) He just acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about and got ghost in a hurry. (smile) I was just happy to see him. LOL
The first time we met he had kept on talking about how people were trying to kill him and now I know WHY!
But I learned… And, I’ll tell you how they do it. If they just touch it, it’s as good as theirs. Even if they put it down again. Somehow, they get the feel of it and they can personalize it. You know, make it look like it’s theirs. Feel like it’s theirs. So, it’s almost natural for them to walk away with it. As soon as your attention is diverted, you look up and it and they are Audi 5000.
A lot of people let news of crime and murder stop them from having a good time. But not me. I fear Allah ONLY and if He LETS you kill me, then I submit because my prayer, my sacrifice, my life and my death are all for ALLAH and you wouldn’t be successful unless He allowed you. So trust in your and my Saviour, Amad-Jamal Allah, and don’t let those news stories frighten you. He Has Power Over All Things.
Don’t be careless but don’t be a coward either.
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Sickness is a HUGE BUSINESS in New Orleans. They just built a gigantic hospital RIGHT NEXT to TWO other gigantic hospitals. They call it the Medical District. SMH
It’s the food they eat here. They live and die off of eating scavengers – catfish, shrimps, crabs, oysters, crawfish, etc. I once went to about seven different seafood restaurants and the only type of fish they served was catfish! I had never heard of such a thing. In L.A., they ALWAYS have a variety of different kinds of fish. But not in New Orleans. Even at the high end restaurant, when I asked for fish, the first thing the waitress offered me was the filthy catfish. That could have been a racial thing though.
But the people here live off of the scavengers of the sea and land (the poison hog meat), not to mention the alcohol consumption here is at record levels. They have DRIVE-THROUGH DAQUIRI PLACES!!!
I’m sure New Orleans is the only city in the world where it is legal to drink alcohol openly in public. It’s almost a crime if you DON’T!
But I eventually, found food that would give me life and they WON’T put you in jail if you don’t drink. One of the hospitals even prohibits smoking anywhere on the grounds – INCLUDING EMPLOYEES!
So come for the MUSIC. But leave before evil and wicked Mardi Gras. It’s usually in late February/early March.
Visit the Treme’ – The oldest Black Neighborhood in the U.S. and the Birthplace of JAZZ.
The French Quarter can be fun if you can stomach rampant prostitution and drunkenness. Irvin Mayfield’s has live jazz every night of the week. It’s my go-to spot when I feel impetuous jazz.
Then there’s Frenchman’s Street if you just wanna hear a lot of different kinds of sounds. I’m partial to jazz and couldn’t find any there. And I went like three different times. I don’t like to go to events (unless it’s someone I really want to see) that are scheduled. I like to go when I’m in the mood. And Frenchman’s Street left me hanging.
I did come up on a Reggae club which was aight, but onstage was just a man on a mic talking over the music the D.J. was playing and I know that’s how hip-hop started but that was 43 years ago and Coke La Rock WAS RAPPING! If you’re going to do that today at least do it over the break! I was disappointed when I saw what was on the stage. I wanted to see a show!
I did hear some hip-hop coming out of one club but I’m in New Orleans. I wanna hear some JAZZ. I can hear hip-hop anywhere. And it wasn’t even live.
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I did happen to come up on about four different Second-Line parades, which are unique to New Orleans. They originated from the funerals. They would have a brass band play and the entire procession would dance down the street to the burial place. The band was the “second line” after the funeral procession. At least that’s what I’ve heard.
I’ve yet to experience a jazz funeral although I’ve heard about three or four of them. The first one was for a jazz musician and I went to the wake and it was filled with music, but the next day, I could not find the funeral for anything in the world.
I think that was by Divine Design. I don’t think Allah wants me to experience that yet, if at all.
There is this really popular funeral home on Crenshaw that I had been dying (excuse the pun) to see. But I was only able to go inside after a Brother of mine died. Needless to say, I wished I had never been.
Nowadays, there are Second Lines for all types of celebrations. I came upon a Second Line in The French Quarter one night after passing by a wedding reception for a Black couple that looked like it ran into the millions of dollars.
This Second Line was so joyous and happy that it depressed me. I had never seen such joy in all my 45 years of life. It was Tremazing. I wish I could find the words to express the joy and happiness that EVERYBODY in the Second Line was feeling. It was beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
The only thing I can liken it to is life in the Hereafter, after the destruction of this wicked devil Caucasian race and those that follow them that only the righteous will experience. This incredible Second Line was close to my idea of what The Holy Qur’an describes as that “which no eye has seen, ear has heard, nor has it entered into the heart of man.” I certainly had no idea that SO MANY PEOPLE could EVER be so happy.
There are Second Lines for birthday parties and most of the social and pleasure clubs have annual Second Lines during Second Line Season.
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Another thing about New Orleans which distinguishes it from other cities is the abundance of water. Driving in to the city, you travel for miles surrounded by water.
I couldn’t understand why nobody cuts through the grass when walking. Until I found myself covered in mud one day. SMH Water is everywhere.
I think that has a lot to do with the preponderance of Voodou here too. I don’t know. I mean I used to think so more than I do now. I believe I’ve had a positive effect on the unholy practice.
I’ve been in spiritual battles and always come out victorious because Voodou is based on Islam. They just pray to the devil and we pray to the ONE TRUE AND LIVING GOD – ALLAH. So we can never be defeated.
New Orleans is a very secretive city. It’s called “The Crescent City” most probably because of Masons. Their police cars have a star and crescent on them.
They have Indians and voodou priests, priestesses, kings and queens, dancers and all sorts of secret societies that you would never know who anybody is because when you see them they have on masks and costumes.
You could work with a Brother and one day see a very prominent figure in a Second Line Parade dancing and leading the parade who looks JUST like the Brother from work, but you would never know because he’s wearing a mask. And how do you ask? “Ahem, Brother? Was that you in the Second Line Parade Friday Night in the Quarter?” Seriously? How lame is that?
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My first impression of New Orleans was that it is kind of like a “boy city” with lizards and dragonflies, alligators, frogs and tadpoles and whatnot. While L.A. is sunshine, rainbows, butterflies and roses. I didn’t like that too much at first. But I’ve always been somewhat of a “tomboy.” Never afraid of spiders and fascinated by lizards and tadpoles, so the city has really grown on me.
There is so much water here that the cemetery plots are above ground. If we bury them, inevitably flood water will wash up the bodies. So the dead are “buried” in concrete blocks above the earth.
The Mighty Mississippi runs adjacent to The French Quarter or The Vieux Carre (Old Square) and it is by far the most romantic place I’ve ever seen and I’m from L.A., where we have the Beach! But there’s this RIVERWALK and the first time I went was at night and I found it completely by chance so that probably accounts for a great deal of the romance.
I couldn’t find a picture that accurately depicts the romance (at night). But this is at dawn and it’s close.
Then again, I haven’t been to the beach at night since the nineties, so I could be mistaken. 😉
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There’s also this enormous lake which is almost like the beach because you can’t see the end of it. It’s criss-crossed by the longest causeway in the world, so that kind of takes away from it’s charm, but there are waves and the ebb and flow is hypnotic.
I can do stuff like people read tea leaves and tarot cards and whatnot. And I get messages from the flow of the waves, so I really dig it. It’s super romantic too and there’s less people than at the river.
One day I was at the river, looking out over the water, thinking about and missing Zawji immeasurably and I started crying. Do you know I looked up and this devil was taking my picture? I ignored him and turned my head, but when I turned back around, he had knelt down RIGHT NEXT TO ME with his frigging camera right in my face. I had to leave. Needless to say, you won’t have to worry about that at the river… LOL
This is what it looks like where I go, near Bayou St. John. But I would have taken a picture of the benches and trees that are next to the water too. Also, not the curve.
I like scenes that are uninterrupted like the horizon and I made a video one day, but that was live on Facebook. Let me see if I can post it.
I’m sure New Orleans is close to the equator. Okay, I just googled it and it’s not as close as I thought considering how tropical the weather feels to me. I mean it’s unbelievable. It makes me think of what a tropical rainforest would feel like.
My first trip here, I was in a restaurant and I noticed it had started raining. So I got out my handy-dandy umbrella but was caught totally off-guard when I opened the door and was met with a gust of WARM wind. LOL It was Tremazing and completely unexpected. There is no feeling in the world like WARM RAIN. I love it! I love the humidity period. I love water, so I’m right at home in New Orleans. The weather is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced.
I’m going to tell my son to invent a way I can take the weather with me wherever I go. Invent a little fold-up card I can carry in my purse and whenever I want to feel New Orleans weather, I can just unfold it and step into it and be transported here like, “Lapeitah!” (That’s one of the voodou “magic” words. LOL but SMH) It’s more like “ALLAHU AKBAR!!!”
Why not? Anything the Blackman (or woman) can conceive he can achieve! He is the God of the Universe and the Creator of everything of good in it!
But… until then, take the bus, or a train or plane, streetcar,
(New Orleans has the oldest streetcar line in the world. The St. Charles on the right.)
taxicab, car, bicycle, walk or hang glide, whatever, but hightail your little self down to New Orleans and get you some red beans and rice or jambalaya WITH NO PORK! and Laissez les bons temps rouler!!! (Let the good times ROLL!!!)
Q is all in
Anybody know how to get in touch with him?
THIS
IS
MY
KINDA
ARRANGEMENT
I need one of these
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Asiatic Black New Orleanians,
Whenever the time really comes for me to leave somewhere,
It can get very emotional.
I cry
AND
Everybody gets mad at me for leaving.
They block my number
Or
Just tell me they don’t want to talk to me anymore.
I miss my little Sisters the most
Mrs. Tyler
Mrs. Dreamer
Mrs. Jessica
Ms. Keke
Ms. Kimora
Ms. Kalilah
Ms. Jada
Li’l Mama Jamayah 😉 ❤
❤ ❤ ❤
One day, In Sha Allah
(You and your little Sisters should be able to read this, Ms. KeAsia)
You will all know (except you, Mrs. Tyler 😀) who the other half of your SOUL is.
Then I know you will understand.
❤ ❤ ❤
I don’t even know when I’m leaving
BUT
ALLAH
TOLD
ME
THIS
TIME
SO
I
AM
SURE
❤ ❤ ❤
Broderick, Thank-you for everything.
If any man deserves a child in this world
IT’S
YOU
(This reads“In Sha Allah” in Arabic. It means, “If it is the Will of Allah”)
Allah Will Bless You With A Pious WIFE
WHO
WILL
BEAR
YOU
A
HOUSEFULL
OF
BEAUTIFUL
BLACK
CHILDREN
❤ ❤ ❤
FIND SOME WAY TO SUPPORT THEM
WITHOUT
WORKING
FOR
THE
DEVIL
YOU KNOW HOW YOU ARE
❤ ❤ ❤
I guess I’m going to have to be content with the Saturday Jazz Workshop in Leimert
BECAUSE
I Can’t Take The Playhouse With Me
BUT
DANG
I
KNOW
THEY’RE
GOING
TO
BE
IN
THERE
STILL
TRYING
TO
TEACH
DEVILS
!!!!!!!
Sellouts!!!
AND
I
KNOW
THERE’S
GOING
TO
COME
A
WEEKDAY
WHEN
I
WANNA
HEAR
SOME
LIVE
JAZZ
*snaps fingers!*
THANK ALLAH FOR ROSCOE’S!!!
I won’t be able to go outside and buy a $4 rose
BUT
I’M
GOING
BACK
TO
CALI
And They’re EVERYWHERE
❤ ❤ ❤
I’m going to miss 59.1 per cent
BLACK PEOPLE
BUT
MY
ZAWJI
LOVES
L.A.
for some reason
❤ ❤ ❤
But I know
HE
CAN
TALK
LIKE
YOU
GUYS
WHEN I NEED TO HEAR IT
❤ ❤ ❤
But The Sisters…
I love how sweet you sound
Stop working.
I don’t like to see you so angry
AND
Depressed
AND
YOU
DON’T
EVEN
KNOW
WHY
STOP GRINDING
Get on the county or Social Security
AND
Stop being greedy
AND
SUBMIT
These Brothers outchere are PAID
BUT
They’re spending it on BIG TOYS
AND
PARTIES
Submit, Quit Your Jobs, Stop whoring,
LET THEM TAKE CARE OF YOU
THEY WANT TO
But you won’t submit
There are good Brothers outchere
Good Sisters too
ACCEPT YOUR OWN
AND
BE YOURSELF
RIGHTEOUS MUSLIMS
AND
Hook Up
LOVE EACH OTHER
AND
SHUN THE DEVILS
I can’t overstate they are all devils
ALL
OF
THEM
❤ ❤ ❤
(Um, Mr. Henry, Dear Sir, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID, “WHAT UP,BLOOD?”) (It RHYMES!)
To My Muslim Family in The Crescent City
FARRAKHANERS
YOUR CEASE FIRE MOVEMENT IS DYING BECAUSE YOU FAILED TO PUT THE MESSENGER (PBUH) OUT FRONT
SUNNIS
YOU NEED TO SEPARATE
THE SISTERS
YOU
HAVE
THE
UPSTAIRS
USE
IT
STOP
BEHAVING
LIKE
THE
KAFIRUN
AND
TREAT
YOUR
SISTERS
WITH
DECENCY AND INTELLIGENCE
IT WOULD BE DIFFERENT
IF
ALL
YOU
HAD
WAS
THAT
ONE
ROOM
BUT
YOU
KNOW
BETTER
OR
USED
TO
YOU FORMER FOI AND MGT
ARE
SETTING
A
HORRIBLE
EXAMPLE
FOR
YOUR
CHILDREN
BROTHER “ABDUL” AHMAD
I
SEE
HOW
MUCH
YOU
LOVE
ALLAH
BUT LIKE MOST PEOPLE
BORN AFTER THE
MESSENGER
(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)
YOU
GOT
DILUTED
MIXED
AND
TAMPERED WITH
ISLAM
I KNOW YOU ARE AN EXTREMELY INTELLIGENT BROTHER
READ
THIS
AND
PRACTICE
IT
AND
THIS CLICK ON THE BOOK COVERS!!
(I know you call them “Weenies” but that sounds nasty. And “DREAMY Weenies?” And two Blackmen own it? Behbeh!)
“EVEN TO the bread – they change it and they teach us that corn bread is good for us to eat. We can eat it if we have no other bread, but it is not good for us. If you eat corn bread you will wear your stomach out. It is too coarse for the stomach. They take the wheat flour and they ruin it by adding to it that which is not wheat. So do not look forward to their table for health food, they do not have it.
“LOOK at their advertisement of ‘hot dogs’. For a man to hear that some food is named hot dogs, he would not want to eat it. The dog is a very filthy animal for one to name a food after. I do not see how in the world the public gets the idea to buy a food that goes under such a name as the filthy dog.
“HOT DOGS – it is a very cheap food. It is made mostly of scrap beef – something that would not sell if the buyer or the consumer saw it before he bought it made into that fashion. Dog food! Hot dog – just think they buy this all over the world under that name.
“THE most intelligent and delicate eater would not even buy a food that had such a name as ‘hot dog’. They have certainly made fools of us. If the food is not dog, then why name it dog?
“WHY could not this food be named something that has a better meaning than to give it the name of the filthy dog, – hot dog?
“I have worked in packing houses years ago and I have seen how these things, the hot dog, was made. I do not eat hot dogs myself. But after it is spiced up to taste good – and it is a little tasty – but that does not mean that it is some fine beef flesh. No, that is not choice beef that the hot dog is made of.
“WE CANNOT live eating any such food as that which is thrown on the market by the Christian world. They advertise that which Allah (God) Has already Cursed from the beginning and they make us to eat the curse of Allah (God).
“HOW TO EAT TO LIVE. Eat that food that Allah (God) Has Prescribed for us. Even take little simple things such as beans. Allah (God) says that the little navy bean will make you live, just eat them. He Said to me that even milk and bread would make us live. Just eat bread and milk – it is the best food. He Said that a diet of navy beans would give us a life span of one hundred and forty (140) years. Yet we cannot live one-half (½) that length of time eating everything that the Christian table has set for us.
“VERY few Christians, even doctors, live eighty to ninety (80-90) years – not to think of living over one hundred (100) years. And they think they have lived for a long time if they reach a life span of eighty of ninety years. He has not been here long enough to know what life is.
“NOAH and Methuselah lived almost into a thousand years, but we cannot live one-tenth (1/10) that time (100 years), because we eat the wrong food.
“THE nature of this world (white man) was not to give and prolong our life; it is their nature to shorten our life, and they have done a good job of it. To destroy life is their very nature.
“HOW TO EAT TO LIVE – eat simple food. Do not be reaching for all different kinds of food for they were prepared by the man who wants to commercialize on what you eat. They are interested in commerce. They eat the scavengers of the sea and the scavengers of the earth – reptiles and what not. They have no sense of choice – they will eat anything.
“TRY and resort to what you find in this book and EAT TO LIVE.”
(Change The Name and maybe all those fags won’t be up in there!)
(They’re the ONLY NEW ORLENIANS who eat there!!!)
❤ ❤ ❤
I KNOW why Zawji loves L.A.
(Why the girls gotta be HALF-Black, Brother?)
(Man up and take us full strength!)
(BLACK GIRLS are the BEST!!!)
THE WEATHER
I miss it too.
Even when it’s sunny out here
It’s not “L.A. SUNNY”
It’s NOT “GOLDEN”
❤ ❤ ❤
Where are you Keyvin?
You made me feel like a woman
Like I’m desirable
I think Brothers
Feel like they have to hide how much they’re attracted to me
Could be the Islam
Which is ALWAYS good
BUT
Nothing is better
THAN
FEELING
WANTED
I was feeling like too “Brainy”
MAYBE
WITH
MODESTY
IN
OVerDrIvE
But you reminded me of what’s really important
To A Man
All You REALLY Care About Is the Skins
I care about intelligence
And usefulness
BUT
ALL
THAT
Is extra
It’s important too
THOUGH
Because eating and clothes
ARE necessities
Just like sex
BUT
Within the Boundaries
OF
MARRIAGE
SO
Thank-you
(What happened to MAMA SMURF? I mean, who’s gonna teach Smurfette how to SEW and COOK and CLEAN and take care of Hefty’s Babies? But she would probably be better off with Brainy, since he’s going to be the next leader. Yeah, he has the same deep thoughts and is as agile as Papa, he just has to grow into a SMURF. LOL I do like his voice tho! 😛 )
❤ ❤ ❤
I heard Mr. Miller moved to L.A.
BUT
I
JUST
READ
AN
ARTICLE
About a program for boys he started in NOLA
With one of the Pelicans Assistant Coaches
(I was there when they filmed this video but all them people up in there and I couldn’t get inside SMH It had to be the company cuz I get in Er’wherr)
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful And Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!!!
I love you all and would give my life for your salvation.
READ
RIGHT NOW!!!
CLICK ON THE BOOK COVER!!!
I feel funny even writing about the reputable details of my respectable life because I feel like you should be reading Message To The Blackman.
BUT
Zawji told me to listen to Brother Calvin sing instead of Our Beloved Messenger (May The Peace And The Blessings Of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). So, I guess.
I’ve been called a robot on so many occasions because all I do is live and breathe and quote The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of Our Beloved Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) and I thought it was kind of flattering because I know that that is our ONLY SALVATION.
But Zawji is making me more human. LOVE is an emotion and robots don’t experience LOVE or any other emotions.
In Islam, we are taught to NEVER SHOW OUR EMOTIONS.
I guess that contributes to the robot accusations too.
But that makes you more refined
AND
DIGNIFIED.
I think emotions make you weak.
If you LOVE someone and people know it
They can use it against you.
Like threaten to hurt them to get you to do what THEY
Want you to do.
That’s why In ISLAM,
We say,
“MY PRAYER, MY SACRIFICE, MY LIFE AND MY DEATH
“ARE ALL FOR ALLAH, THE LORD OF THE WORLDS!!!”
WE LIVE AND DIE SO THAT ALLAH WILL BE PLEASED WITH US.
THEDEFINITION OF A MUSLIM IS
“ONE WHO SUBMITS HIS OR HER WILL TO THE WILL OF ALLAH“
WHICH IS THE VERY NATURE IN WHICH WE WERE CREATED
WHEN ALLAH CREATED BLACK PEOPLE
(WHO ARE THE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE ON EARTH –
(EVERYONE ELSE WAS MADE FROM US
(AT ONE TIME [PRIOR TO SIX THOUSAND {6000} YEARS AGO]
(EVERYONE ON EARTH WAS BLACK)
WHEN ALLAH CREATED BLACK PEOPLE
HE GAVE US ISLAM
(ENTIRE SUBMISSION TO HIS WILL)
AS A WAY OF LIFE.
IT DID NOT ORIGINATE WITH PROPHET MUHAMMAD OF 1400 YEARS AGO
(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)
AS MOST PEOPLE BELIEVE
(ESPECIALLY THE ORTHODOX MUSLIMS)
WHEN ALLAH CREATED US
HE WOULD NOT JUST SAY
“OKAY, I’VE CREATED YOU
NOW
GO
ON
AND
DO
WHATEVER
YOU
WANT
TO”
NO!!!
HE GAVE US A WAY OF LIFE –
ISLAM –
THAT WOULD ENSURE
WE WOULD LIVE IN PEACE AND HAPPINESS
ENTIRE SUBMISSION TO HIS WILL
AND
THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO
ONCE AGAIN
HAVE
PEACE ON EARTH
THE ENTIRE CREATION
WAS MADE TO SUBMIT TO HIS WILL
EXCEPT
THE WICKED DEVIL CAUCASIAN RACE
WHICH IS WHY THEY WERE GIVEN A LIMITED TIME
(6000 YEARS)
TO LIVE ON OUR PLANET.
THAT TIME WAS UP IN 1914
THE FIRST WORLD WAR
WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
THE ONLY REASON THEY WEREN’T DESTROYED IN 1914
IS BECAUSE OF THE SO-CALLED AMERICAN NEGROES.
IF ALLAH HAD DESTROYED AMERICA
AT THAT TIME,
HE WOULD HAVE DESTROYED US AS WELL.
WE ARE MEMBERS OF THE ABORIGINAL ASIATIC BLACK NATION
AND HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE SAVED
WHILE THE DEVIL CAUCASIAN RACE DOES NOT
THE ONLY PROBLEM WAS
WE DIDN’T KNOW IT
THE DEVIL SLAVEMASTERS HAD KILLED US OF
THE KNOWLEDGE OF SELF
SO
IN
HIS
INFINITE
WISDOM
AND
MERCY
ALLAH RAISED UP A MESSENGER AND TEACHER,
THE MOST HONOURABLE AND HUMBLE
ELIJAH MUHAMMAD
(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)
TO DELIVER HIS MESSAGE OF TRUTH, RIGHTEOUSNESS,
SALVATION AND REDEMPTION
TO SAVE US FROM THE DESTRUCTION
THAT IS COMING TO WICKED AMERICA.
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OF ALLAH’S CHOICE
TO RULE THE HEREAFTER
(HERE AFTER THE DESTRUCTION OF THIS WORLD)
BECAUSE OF OUR HISTORY OF SLAVERY.
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OF THE BOOK.
THE BIBLE AND THE HOLY QUR’AN ARE ALL ABOUT US.
BUT THE CHRISTIAN PREACHERS WOULD NEVER TELL US
LEST THEY LOSE THEIR SLAVES.
ISLAM WILL FREE YOU FROM THEM
AND THEIR SLAVEMAKING RELIGION.
OUR BELOVED MESSENGER (PEACE BE UPON HIM)
TAUGHT US
THAT IF CHRISTIANITY WAS PUT IN A WET RAG AND WRUNG OUT
EVERY DROP WOULD SPELL SLAVERY
God the father, Jesus the Son, The Holy Spirit, The Virgin Birth, The Resurrection, Life after Death, Love your enemy, Turn the other cheek
All things to make you a harmless, willing slave.
WHO WAS OUR ENEMIES?
THE VERY PEOPLE TEACHING US THE JESUS SAID TO LOVE.
THAT IS SLAVERY TEACHINGS!!!
WHAT MAN IN HIS RIGHT MAN COULD LOVE HIS ENEMY???
ALLAH DOESN’T EVEN LOVE HIS ENEMIES.
HE DESTROYS THEM
JUST LIKE HE IS GOING TO DESTROY WICKED AMERICA
AMERICA IS MORE WICKED THAN THE PEOPLE
WHOM ALLAH DESTROYED IN THE PAST
SODOM AND GOMORRAH WAS DESTROYED BECAUSE OF HOMOSEXUALITY
BUT
THEY DIDN’T HAVE THE SCIENCE TO CHANGE A MAN INTO A WOMAN
LIKE AMERICA DOES.
AND
YOU
SEE
WHAT
BECAME
OF
THEM
THERE IS NO TRACE OF THEM EVEN TO THIS DAY
ALLAH COMPLETELY WIPED THEM OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
THIS IS THE LAST TIME ALLAH WILL DESTROY A PEOPLE
WE ARE LIVING IN THE
WAR OF ARMAGEDDON
(THE WAR TO END ALL WARS)
RIGHT NOW!
THERE IS NO WAY THE STARS AND STRIPES WILL SURVIVE
THE SUN, MOON AND STARS
SO IF YOU WANT TO LIVE TO SEE THE END OF THIS WAR
YOU MUST BE A MUSLIM
WE WILL HAVE PEACE (FINALLY) AT THE END OF THIS WAR
BECAUSE ONLY THE MUSLIMS WILL SURVIVE
ALLAH IS RIDDING THE EARTH OF EVERY OTHER
SO-CALLED RELIGION
AND RE-ESTABLISHING ISLAM
AS THE RELIGION OF EARTH
WITH THE DESTRUCTION OF THE DEVILS
EVERYONE WHO SURVIVES
WILL BE ONE WHO SUBMITS HIS OR HER WILL TO THE WILL OF ALLAH
AND
YOU
CAN’T
HELP
BUT
LIVE
IN
PEACE
UNDER THOSE CIRCUMSTANCES.
EVERYONE SUBMITTING TO THE WILL OF THE ONE GOD
YOU CAN’T HELP BUT AGREE AND
LIVE IN UNITY
WHICH IS WHAT THE SO-CALLED NEGROES SO DESPERATELY NEED
ISLAM IS THE ONLY SOLUTION TO OUR PROBLEM.
WE ONLY HAVE ONE PROBLEM.
THE DEVIL CAUCASIAN RACE.
EVERYTHING ELSE WE SUFFER FROM IS A SYMPTOM
OF OUR ONE PROBLEM.
EVERYTHING.
GAMBLING, DRUNKENESS, PROSTITUTION, ADULTERY, LYING, CHEATING, STEALING, UNEMPLOYMENT, LACK OF LOVE FOR SELF, LACK OF UNITY, DRUGS, HOMELESSNESS, MASS INCARCERATION, MENTAL ILLNESS, SICKNESS AND DISEASE, SHORT LIVES, UGLINESS, SLAVERY, MURDER, RAPE AND ANYTHING I MISSED
ARE ALL THE RESULT OF HAVING LIVED UNDER THE RULE OF THE MOST WICKED AND EVIL RACE OF PEOPLE TO HAVE EVER LIVED ON EARTH.
BUT ALL PRAISE IS DUE TO ALLAH
THEIR TIME IS UP
****
Okay, now I can tell you about what’s been going on in my little life.
I had a safe night, which is the most important thing.
I got up early like I always do before everybody else wakes up, which will lessen the chances of me getting caught where I’m sleeping.
But I went to another HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT to pass the time until the day REALLY begins but it was a spot that I used to feel so secure. Until yesterday.
They know I’ve been posting up somewhere in the building and they narrowed it down to the floor and why did they post a Security Guard right at the entrance to THE HIDEOUT!!!
So, I couldn’t get out without getting caught!!!
That was the closest I’ve ever gotten to being caught right there.
I’ve never ever even felt threatened before yesterday.
BUT
My Amazing Zawji got me out, miraculously.
So, it was late by then
(about eleven)
SO
I went back to that beautiful library
AND
Why did it seem like every devil in Louisiana had read my blog?
BECAUSE
They were all in there like they had never been there before
LOOKING
At me like
“There she is.“
It was a bunch of old, white devils.
And I saw one old devil man, tap his wife so she would see me.
He looked like he didn’t care so much, but she looked star-struck.
Like he knew she would want to see me.
I left.
But not before Zawji told me to look for another cheap hotel
(under $40)
That was too close a call and he wanted me to lay low for awhile
So, I hear and obey
Even though my coffers are not full
And I found a nice hotel with a dorm too that’s even cheaper.
(This says ‘Al Hamdulillah’ which means ‘All Praise is Due to Allah’ in Arabic)
(It’s pronounced ‘Al HAM-du-lih-LAAH)
****
The hotel used to be an orphanage, which is kinda creepy and it’s in a really old facility.
BUT
I kinda dig it
BECAUSE
It seems to cater to homeless people.
It’s cheap and I would probably be pissed if I came from out of town to stay in New Orleans and ended up here.
BUT if you’re used to sleeping under the freeway or in a HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT…
It’s definitely a step-up.
I woke up feeling depressed that I’m homeless
AND
Don’t have my own place.
BUT
I know Allah and Zawji WANT me to be Homeless.
I think it makes me more resourceful.
I am completely dependent
AND
That’s how I’m supposed to be.
It’s definitely humbling to give someone else
COMPLETE
CONTROL
OVER
MY
LIFE
But if that’s not the definition of
SUBMISSION
I
DON’T
KNOW
WHAT
IS.
He gives me rewards.
I mean my neck, wrists, ears and wedding ring finger are laced up
No makeup
(Scenes 1 and 2 only) (Sometimes I wonder if the person who wrote this song knew me. It’s almost scary how much she acts like me and her name is Cheryce! But whoever wrote it was mad at me because they made me gay at the end. But that’s what Brothers always do when you don’t want them. Or they think you don’t want them. My last boyfriend told me “You must be gay” when I wouldn’t have sex with him anymore after I converted to Islam. But cheah, Sugar and Spice isn’t the only thing I’m made of… everything nice too 🙂 )
He always gives me ROSES too
RED
Even though yellow is my favorite.
He makes me take red because red roses mean love and he wants me to know how much he loves me.
Symbolism is big in ISLAM.
Yellow roses mean Friendship and we’re best friends but LOVE is the most important thing.
So, red is my favorite color, but I still prefer my roses yellow.
BUT
I have to submit
SO
I guess I’ll change my favorite rose to red
❤ ❤ ❤
But I’d rather be with him…
So, I’m getting a heaping helping of humble pie learning how to be completely dependent on someone else to take care of me. Once I get used to it and have complete faith in Them, I know I’m going to be living on “easy street” in “The Big Easy.“
I mean what could be easier than being dependent on the man you love?
All you have to do is make him feel good so he’ll WANT to go out and work and he will enjoy taking care of you if you make him want to. He’ll take care of you
NO
MATTER
WHAT
HE
HAS
TO
DO
He’ll feel good knowing he’s got a good woman at home to come home to and bring his check to
He’ll be thinking about her all day.
She’s his motivation enabling him to endure the devil’s plantation
And he’s her comfortee. Women naturally want to comfort somebody.
That’s easy.
Like New Orleans…
That’s what we were created to do.
And Blackmen were created to provide.
So what could be easier than reaping the benefits of being yourself.
HIM > Work to Make that check = Comfort from Her
HER > Comfort Him = His Check
Islam is as True as Mathematics and Mathematics is as True as Islam.
When you look at things Mathematically,
IT
CAN’T
HELP
BUT
MAKE
SENSE
I was going to say, “when I start running out of money…” then Zawji reminded me that I lived here for three months last year without a dime to my name and ate good every day and not once did I have to sleep under the freeway or outside period.
I can’t.
If I couldn’t do it in Leimert, I know I can’t anywhere because Leimert is the safest place in the world to me. But it’s America and in the Black community, so there’s winos and pimps and hoes and stick-up kids and rapists and robbers and drugs and whatnot. And Virgil was even there! He has looked out for us since we started going regularly. Hakim was riding his bike and the chain kept coming off and Virgil fixed it. That’s how we met. We called him “The I-love-you-man” for years. Me and Hakim had nicknames for everybody. “Queen Crazy” “Garbage Mouth” “The Sexy Man” LOL Man I miss Leimert sometimes… Then I think about how it’s changed. And I’m reminded of why (regentrification) I’m not that anxious to return. Sorry Hakim. 😥 But I can’t take it. Anyway, I still couldn’t do it.
I can’t close my eyes unless I KNOW I’m safe. And that’s just not possible somewhere on the street. You’re too visible. I have to hide. Hence the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUTS.
(FOR ALL MA BEBIES WHO ARE TOO YOUNG OR TOO OLD TO KNOW WHERE I GOT THE NAME)
But anyway, Zawji brought me to a wonderful place and I am so happy I wasn’t niggardly and obeyed
When I saw this I was speechless
I’ve seen one before but it was like in a window in a clothing store, but I actually sat at this one and was able to work the foot pedal. It felt so natural. It even had the instruction book and you change the needle the same way I do on my sewing machine, but threading was something else. I would really have to study and practice to figure that out. I looked in the drawers and it still had the implements. I saw some tools for repairing it and it had one of these that I didn’t know what it was until I was looking for a picture of the foot pedal which I learned is called a treadle.
The leather cord thingy looked exactly the same, so I googled it and found out it’s a belt that connects the upper wheel to the lower wheels that are operated by the treadle.
I hate when I don’t understand something.
I wanted to learn how to build one, just in case I’m somewhere with no electricity but look
The Upper Drive Shaft
The drive shaft splits its motive force in two, powering both a lower and upper drive shaft. The upper drive shaft travels along the upper length of the sewing machine, parallel with the work surface where clothing is sewn. It culminates in the form of a large crank connected to the needle bar. At the top of the machine’s head is placed a spool of thread. The thread is passed down the length of the needle bar into the slotted needle at its base. When the treadle is pushed, the needle bar rises and falls, passing the needle through the cloth into the underside of the machine, where it works in conjunction with the hook and bobbin, which are parts of the lower driveshaft assembly.
The Lower Drive Shaft
The lower drive shaft is connected to the upper drive shaft via pulley, and resides underneath the table surface of the sewing machine. It runs parallel to the surface, and ends in the form of a rotary crank shaft just beneath the point where the needle dips under the sewing table. This rotary crank shaft is connected to a hook and bobbin assembly. The hook and bobbin may best be described as circle of metal broken at a specific point with a shaped hook at the leading edge. When the needle drops down in range of the hook, it turns, hooking the thread running through the needle. It continues to turn a full circle, passing the thread in a circle to form a loop. The needle passes another length of thread through the loop to form a stitch, and the hook catches that next length of thread to repeat the process.
Okay, I kinda understand now. And Zawji thinks I could make one if I had the parts.
I’m gonna go take a GOOD look at that machine later.
Underneath it and see how the treadle is connected to the leather belt with that hook and see how it makes the wheels move or the crank and whatnot. I WISH I COULD TAKE IT APART.
Hakim used to do that all the time. And it would be SO challenging watching him put stuff back together.
BUT
That is how Benjamin Banneker learned how to make clocks.
If you didn’t know, he was the first man to build a clock in AMERICA.
He took apart a pocketwatch, which were the only type of clocks at that time in America, and learned how it worked.
Then he took his pocketknife and some wood and carved out all the parts to build a WALL CLOCK, which had never been seen by him nor anybody else in America.
People used to travel from all around to see it.
AND
It kept perfect time for FIFTY years – even after Brother Benjamin’s death.
So, Mommies and Daddies, if your child takes something apart
DO NOT REPRIMAND HIM
Encourage him as he rebuilds it
YOU HAVE A LITTLE GENIUS ON YOUR HANDS.
Stand by and encourage him.
Tell him that is an act of inventorship.
Tell him about Brother Benjamin and Elijah McCoy.
Both of whom learned how things worked by taking them apart and putting them back together and later went on to become famous scientists and inventors – Black Gods – CREATORS.
Unfortunately, all the Black inventors in America gave the credit for all of their inventions to our slavemasters.
They didn’t think to keep their inventions for the benefit of our people.
Teach your little Gods to give the benefit of their knowledge and brainpower to our own people and don’t go looking for recognition from the devil Americans.
Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) addressed the dichotomy between the success of the Black individual for America as opposed to the success of the Black individual for the Black Nation in the following interview
On a side note
I figured out why America puts homeless people in jail for trespassing.
They want to make you pay rent.
In Cuba, everyone gets food, clothes and shelter for free.
That’s why America hated Castro and killed Ghaddafi.
Any leader that is just to their people is hated by wicked America.
She sees them as a threat to her “freedom” to charge her citizens for these things
How can you charge someone for water and electricity?
BASIC NECESSITIES.
It’s bad enough I gotta pay rent. You want me to pay just to turn on the lights?
That’s why working people get mad at people taking advantage of government benefits.
They don’t see their taxes being spent on anything that directly benefits them so they take it out on the people who are benefiting.
YOU have to continually work for the devils because we have to make the money to pay them for these things that we cannot live without.
People in Muslim countries are shocked to learn that Americans have to pay rent. They have owned the land their family resides on for generations.
And we don’t own one square foot of land.
And when you are fortunate enough to purchase some land,
They TAX you to death.
American Government is so corrupt that they will allocate $100 for a hammer, just to enrich the coffers of their devil brother who manufactures the tools.
Why does life-saving medication cost $175 MONTHLY???
I hate America.
THEY
CHARGE
US
TO
LIVE!
AND
You have to work for them to make the money that it costs because they own everything
Making us perpetual slaves
UNTIL
We get the idea to take the little money left after taxes
AND
GO FOR SELF!!!
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I wanted to post a video about all of the wonderful things Our Half-Brother Fidel Castro did for his country. But I couldn’t find one to my liking.
AND
Then I got the heartbreaking news that our Dear Beloved Comrade died last week.
I don’t watch news. I usually find out about stuff like this on Facebook, but I didn’t see anything about this.
So, I will tell you what I know.
Cuba used to be filled with corruption.
The leader was an American flunky and used his country to cater to the whims and wickedness of America while the Cuban people suffered under his rule.
Fidel Castro led a revolution overthrowing America’s pawn (Batista)
AND
Established a Socialist Government that supplied every citizen with housing, college education, medical care, food and clothing for free.
He did this by Nationalizing (taking control of and giving the profits back to the people) industries that had been owned by private American firms and government.
America hated him and vilified him because of this.
They called him a dictator and cut off all trade ties with Cuba, even though Cuba is only ninety miles away.
Castro did not cave but built his country using their own natural resources and
EVEN
TODAY
OPENS
THEIR
DOORS
TO
ANYONE
IN
THE
WORLD
To Come to Cuba for Medical School and Become a DOCTOR
FOR FREE!!!
May he forever rest in peace
ALUTA CONTINUA
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But back to your little Black Gods…
You will be SO PROUD when you turn it on again!!!
I bear witness having watched my son do it.
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So, anyway on my way home from the Library I finally got to visit this place I have been interested in since I first moved to New Orleans.
There’s this Glassblowing Workshop on Magazine Street which is apparently known worldwide.
I remember seeing glassblowing as a child at The Farmer’s Market on Third, I believe.
I was only in the fifth grade, so I’m not sure.
But I used to love it.
I didn’t realize how much I’ve loved glass all my life until just now.
I mean let me Google how it’s made.
I know it’s made from sand,
AND
That is remarkable to me.
I think about how Allah Told Abraham to count the grains of sand on the beach to give him an idea of how numerous his seed would be on earth.
That’s us.
Black People in America.
Because the whole Bible and Holy Qur’an are about us.
My favorite glass are light bulbs.
They make an amazing sound when you throw them up the air and let them break on the ground.
I think they have to be blown out first, but I’m not sure because I’ve never broken a new one and am not stupid enough to waste one just for experimentation purposes.
That’s something the devil does.
ANYWAY
Glass-blowing is wonderful because it’s actually an artform and I’m really artsy, but I believe in FUNCTIONAL art.
I mean I dig paintings but that’s about it. But paintings are functional if properly placed. They decorate an otherwise bland wall. I hate statues. They are borderline idol-worship and creepy. If I had a nickel for everytime I’ve mistaken a statue for a person… I mean that is almost as creepy as seeing a woman with long dreadlocks and she turns around and has a mustache and beard! (It was really a man) I hate that. Brother’s PLEASE cut your hair. You look like a woman from a distance. And Sisters, you DO NOT cut your hair. Let’s cut out the confusion. Pun intended.
I like quilts and clay vessels and woodwork and ironwork that’s artistic.
I believe that’s the Muslim in me.
Muslims make EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL
ARCHITECTURE, LANGUAGE
Even our writing is an art
So, I go in and the devil behind the counter was so racist.
He told me when I asked if they were still doing demonstrations
AND
He told me NO.
Then this white liberal devil came out and told me they were!
So,
I got to see a demonstration.
I could really enjoy doing something like that.
Why was he making a glass HEART?
My name is LOVE.
I thought about buying it but I can’t see paying over $30 for something I can’t do anything with but look at. FUNCTIONAL ART, remember?
I think it’s so cool how they use a rocking chair for that sewing machine
Probably because of the treadle
I was also surprised when I saw these
The one on top is really old and I’ve NEVER seen a piano that looks like that.
It is beautiful, which is probably why they still keep it because it sounds terrible.
They could probably fix it, and it looks like it would play lovely.
I took a better picture of the strings.
It’s probably a transition from Grand to smaller pianos before they created the upright.
The other one sounds beautiful though and I would be on it but there are devils.
So idk
Now, let me see
Okay, now I’ve heard of this Brother for several years
There’s a cafe in this “hotel” It’s called St. Vincent’s Guest House, so I think they know. LOL
I wasn’t going to give the name but Zawji wants me to. It’s hard to find out about places like this. I know because I was looking for one in L.A. and they keep them really hush-hush. I know there’s one in some spa but I couldn’t get any more information.
So, cheah.
Anyway, I had a pizza last night that was soooo good. It had spinach, onions, mushrooms, garlic (mmmm), cheese and sauce. The spinach was delicious but the garlic took it over the top.
And I finally decided to try this dessert I had never had the courage to pay for and try. I was thinking Baklava when I ordered it, but it was TIRAMISU and it was sooo good.
They say it’s Italian, just like they say all those Mediterranean foods are “Greek” but we know they come from those Muslim North African countries. I wish they would go somewhere with that.
Arabia is well-known for it’s coffee and Tiramisu is a coffee flavoured cake.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Asiatic Bebies!!!
First, the title of this blog is something I came up with a few years ago, before ever my name was LOVE.
I wanted to start a choir and give it that name.
But I don’t know anybody.
So, if anybody out there has a group of Singers and you only sing positive, uplifting, righteous songs – feel free.
Second…
Once, I really did that on the Warner Brothers lot in Culver City. The first time I got away, but I went back later and the employee had locked the gate so I couldn’t get away. I was looking for Zawji. He’s an actor.
But being homeless in Louisiana and trying to evade the Po-Po’s all the time, I feel just like them (The Animaniacs). And when I get caught, they lock me up in jail, just like they get locked up in the tower.
Wait, I don’t think that’s the Warner Brothers lot in Culver City, maybe, but there’s no tower. I believe that’s in Burbank.
Oh yeah, now I remember! It’s Paramount.
(You know I’m not posting that song!)
(…The music and the melody are really nice though… LOL)
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So yesterday, I went to Tai Chi class and loved it as usual.
I met the piano teacher and I might start taking lessons next year.
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Then, the main library is closed, so I Googled libraries that were near the class and I found one. It was far but it was the most beautiful building I have been in since I came out here. After visiting The Jonathan Club my standards of architectural beauty are so high and this library exceeded them.
I ended up getting very emotional because this was the first time I had seen children at a library (inside). White parents had brought their children. I’ve never seen Black parents bring their children to the library since I’ve been here.
I’m hoping maybe I just have been going to the wrong libraries or maybe the wrong time.
But it was very disheartening.
Mommies and Daddies take your children to the Library but only let them check out NON-FICTION books and educational DVDs.
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I’m just thankful I survived another night without being caught trespassing