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Zawji Allah! Help me to accept the things I don’t want to change. The courage to believe it’s true and the wisdom to know that it’s true without a doubt.
SUNDAY
MARCH 5, 2017
7:13 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!
I’m at IHOP again and there is the most adorable little angel, her mom did her hair in two afro puffs on top of her head with cornrows in the front. I’m gonna have to remember that style. It and She are so cute. Black Babies are the BEST!
I saw the sunrise this morning and perfected my sunrise song.
I found that I always sing when I watch the sunrise, so yesterday I made up a song.
I would make a video if my phone wasn’t tripping and my laptop doesn’t make videos. 😦
I would also post the lyrics but I hate when writers put the lyrics to songs.
It’s so frustrating because I need to hear the melody. So I’m not going to subject you to such frustration. I’ll just wait until my phone feels like letting me take pictures/videos.
Especially since the melody is the best part of the song!
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I was able to take a picture of the ocean liner that came in this morning. It was a Norwegian cruise line. Let me see if I can get online. Nope.
I’m interested in where it travels.
BUT
Here is the picture.
Sorry, Zawji doesn’t want me to post the picture. 😦
Let me see if I can find out where it travels. BRB
Cheah. It’s better than the Carnival. They have three week packages. And travel to Puerto Rico and Acapulco and more cool spots.
So, if you are looking for a cruise Norwegian is best.
I just tried to post the picture again. But Zawji says
NOPE!!!
Maybe later.
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I’m going to wash my clothes real good today. I’ve been having them washed at the Community Center but yesterday I was able to wash my shirt out a little and you should have seen the dirt. Man. It was like it’s never been washed. I even put two laundry pods in the wash at the CC. Handwashing is best. You can keep washing until it comes clean, not until the cycle ends.
I’ve got to wash my brand new shoes too. I went to the Jazz Playhouse in the French Quarter and man! One walk through the filthy French Quarter will have your shoes BLACK!
I would just say forget it and let them turn grey like my Chux. I used to think, “You don’t have to worry about getting dirty, if you’re already dirty” LOL
But I told the salesman I would try and keep them clean. So, my word is bond. I’m going to try. At least.
I’m going to think positive. Allahu Akbar!!!
The Library doesn’t open until one today. I guess I’ll walk around and see if I can find something legal to get in to. LOL
I’d never seen platinum jewelry in real life as far as I know.
The diamond was unlike any I had ever seen in my life.
And I’ve seen A LOT of diamonds.
It was indescribable.
I’m sure it was the cut.
It looked dark
BUT
Had the rainbows like when I saw Slick Rick.
When the light hit it.
The picture does not show how beautiful it really was.
Platinum is indescribable too.
It was like solid mercury.
But I still prefer yellow gold.
I like yellow.
SO
I just showed them Zawji’s picture.
Not this one.
The one where he’s clean cut.
No beard and his chef’s uniform.
But without that scary knife.
Let me find it.
BRB
His cousin tried to beat me to see if I was tough enough to be with him.
I beat her up
When he told her I was his fiancee’
LOL
He was so fine
AND
He likes pineapples
LIKE
ME.
Ibni can’t eat pineapples.
They make him throw up.
It’s so crazy.
With Binti, I could buy anything I liked and we both could eat it.
But Ibni comes along with his own tastes and it was like I was buying for two.
Boyz…
I found out the Zulus are gay.
All those secret societies are based on masonry (the devil’s Islam) so you know they cannot be right.
It’s time for them to be destroyed.
So when I found out the homie was a Zulu and he tossed me a Zulu ball tryna cuff ya gurl
I threw that mf in the basketball hoop
And cracked it open.
I was hoping something was in it.
But it was EMPTY!!!
I felt like he gave me his heart and I broke it open and it was EMPTY!!!
Precognitive Intuition
Like symbolically telling me
If I married him or believed that he really loved me
I would have come up
What???
EMPTY!!!
I knew those Zulus were gay when the King and Queen rode on separate floats.
The King and Queen are supposed to be TOGETHER
AND
Let the children ride on floats behind them.
This makes sense.
But they’re nothing but a perverted branch of masonry or illuminati like the rest of them.
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I SAW SOME INDIANS TOO!!!!!!!
That was crazy because when T.J. left with his cousin
I left too
The parade had gotten out of hand.
I had heard there were devils in the Zulu Social and Pleasure Club
BUT
I didn’t want to believe it.
I saw one
AND
Still didn’t want to believe it.
Then when T.J. left
There was a whole float of them.
When will we learn that all devils do is make mockery of us?
They had on blackface like the zulus, but they had on afro wigs
AND
Nobody acted offended but me and T.J.
We left.
It was insulting.
We separated.
And I got to see what Black Mardi Gras is all about.
It’s just another holiday.
A day when the slavemaster said the slaves didn’t have to work.
So we barbecue pork and get drunk and fight
Like they want us too.
But at least the Black Mardi Gras isn’t full of debauchery like the devils.
Except for my fight with T.J.’s cousin
It was very civilized.
I didn’t see ANY other fights.
AND
I was told there are ALWAYS fights.
Me and T.J. were in the children’s section.
I was surrounded by children (under 13)
And I wondered where the teenagers were.
I thought if we had had teenagers with us,
We could let them walk around like teenagers do
And come back to home base whenever they felt like it
Like teenagers do.
I had fun with the babies
And T.J.’s cuzzins.
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I walked around the corner to Lafitte park
AND
Found some purple, gold and green roses that somebody didn’t have enough time to put together and decorate their float with and I saw an adorable little angel and thought it would be fun to put them together and decorate the park with them.
SO
That’s what we did.
She told me I was her friend and offered me some chow.
But Allah Told Me To Fast Until The Festivities Were Over.
SO
I took her to the playground but she didn’t ask her Paw-Paw nor her Maw-Maw if she could go.
So her cousin came and reprimanded her (as he should) for walking off with a stranger (to them).
SO
I went on to the playground
AND
MET
ANOTHER
LITTLE
ANGEL
Named EGYPT
And we played with the Zulu Ball (what was left of it 😛 )
I wanted her to throw it through the hoop
BUT
Egypt just wanted to throw it.
She was little and a girl
SO
I just let her do her thing.
She threw it like a frisbee.
She offered me some pizza
BUT
I told her I was fasting.
I know if I had eaten some food there
I would have gotten ensnared into the debauchery.
In The Holy Qur’an Sharrieff
Allah WARNS Us
That this world’s life is
“Naught but a sport and a play“
Full of eating and drinking in darkness.
So Muslims fast to get out of it (Revelation 18:4)
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The teenagers were at the playground
As they should be.
There was a couple that reminded me of Zawji and me.
He kissed her and turned her into a zombie
LOL
She stood there for about five minutes in a daze
WHILE
HE
PLAYED
BASKETBALL.
I laughed because I could relate.
Zawji can kiss me
AND
I forget my own name
!!!!
It was so funny.
They were dressed alike.
There was a little drama going on with her friend.
Her boyfriend wasn’t there at first.
He came later with a Mardi Gras shirt on.
He was the only one dressed in Mardi Gras attire.
AND
This other teenage Brother was trying to take her from him
BUT
He wouldn’t let him.
THEY
EVEN
BEAT
HIM
UP
!!!!
But it just made their love stronger.
The Brother who made their love stronger had a little Brother.
I liked him.
He taught me how to “hit the quan”
Ibni tried to teach me before
But you have to have the music
WELL
At least IDo
I found out I like to hit the quan and then Nae Nae
I don’t really whip my hair maybe my headpiece
I also like to “dab” on ’em
But I use a hanky or a hand towel (white) preferably one used by some emcee that still has his smell on it. 😛
So after the girls left
I played with this little bad boy named Tavares like all little bad boys
I saw his twin.
He took her hula hoop
And then my twin told his mother.
They were so cute together.
She was him but with hair.
His shirt read “Legend in the Making”
He played football, not basketball yet,
BUT
He watched his little Brothers a little
Then we played frisbee
Till his mother came back.
He showed me an ant colony
And I picked up some Chee-tos to feed to the fish in Armstrong Park.
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We were right next to an Indian Hideout
They almost showed me their step.
BUT
This devil was there ruining everything.
I just igged her.
But D.J. Lou(is) was off the hook.
I was running after a ball and my pants-skirt started falling off
AND
I ALMOST TRIPPED AND FELL
BUT
He changed the music to Second Line
SO
I just played it off like I was doing some footwork
LOL
Thank-you Pops.
I had a good time playing basketball to the music.
He started playing Michael Jackson
I know I told you,
BUT
New Orleanians play A LOT of Michael Jackson
BUT
This time it was a party and I got to dance
And the Sister and her boyfriend sat and watched me whip
AND
Finally snuck off.
I’m happy they worked it out.
They got it like the other couple.
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SO
While the Indians were trying to decide which one of them was going to take me home
I snuck off
AND
Pushed To The Hideout.
😛
Zawji Took Me Home
And Gave Me A Stuffed Animal
A little Penguin Named Sam.
She’s a girl and plays the piano.
Her catch phrase is
“I smell a Froot Loop”
Because when I first saw her I thought she was a Toucan
AND
SHE
TOLD
ME
THOSE
INDIANS
Are zulus and they are all gay.
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The masked Indians I saw were not zulus.
They looked official
They didn’t have on rhinestones and glitter
They had a gun
Indians carry guns now.
They are mad as hell
AND
Want their land back.
Bows and Arrows didn’t work.
They have horses too.
But they don’t show them off.
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I had a great time at Mardi Gras 2017
T.J. took pictures of our family.
Sorry
He told me to keep my phone off
So as not to interfere.
He’s on IG
But I don’t know under what name.
Sorry.
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I also saw that I have had a positive influence on the New Orleanians.
The first visit I saw some girls with cheerleading skirts on
SO
I
TOLD
THEIR
SPONSOR
They should cover their legs.
AND
In the zulu parade
There was a group of girls in red pants!!!!!!
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!
I was glad I looked.
That’s the only reason I don’t like parades.
Then men go just to see little girls in little skirts.
PERVERTS!!!
SO
I’m glad I looked when Zawji told me to
SO
I could see that.
Allahu Akbar
Allah is the Greatest!!!
I also accepted that I like tubas now the best.
The Talladega University Band was there all the way from Alabama
AND
THEY
HAD
NINE
TUBAS
!!!!
There were a lot of local high school bands
AND
I kept listening and looking for the quads
BECAUSE
Ibni plays quads in his High School Band
BUT
I didn’t see any.
Ibni is on the right
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SO
I got up early this morning (before dawn)
AND
Went by Brock’s but he wasn’t outside yet
SO
I went on to see the sunrise over the Mighty Mississippi.
I found out sunshine is solange (so-LANZH) in French.
I found Zawji’s MG Fedora.
It was green with sequins and purple dice beads, gold variety beads and silver disco ball beads and red flashing lights around it.
I took a picture but my laptop be trippin’, right?
BRB
I had on a purple, gold and green wreath type Katherine Hepburn fur hat
AND
We looked so good together.
We are Cephus and Rycee.
Finishing each others rhymes.
Let me find a video.
BRB
They used to call us “Looney Tunes“
Now we have a child
WHO
IS
“Froot Loops“
LOL
Heeeeeeeey, Ibni !!!!!! 😛
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I just tried to watch that disney movie with the Black Princess.
I knew the prince was not Brown like her
BUT
I thought he was at least CREOLE
Since it is set in New Orleans.
But the clip I saw of the prince he sounded like a Mexican!!!
I hate Disney.
HER accent wasn’t even right.
Why didn’t they get a New Orleanian to do the role?
New Orleanians?
Why can’t the BLACKMAN be a prince, disney?
BECAUSE
He Will Be King One Day, huh?
And that’s just more than you can handle, huh?
It’s hard enough trying to find little Black boys on T.V.
Then here comes the perfect opportunity
To put him in a worthwhile position
AND
YOU
PASS
OVER
HIM
AS
USUAL.
He can be your servant
But
NEVER
A
PRINCE
NOT
EVEN
IN
THE
CASE
OF
A
BLACK
PRINCESS.
They did the same thing when Brandy played Cinderella.
They made her prince Chinese.
Oh!
We have Coming To America
But that’s not for children.
We had “Little Bill”
But try and find a 8-20 years old Black boy on T.V.
Or in the movies.
They put Black girls
BUT
If you know of any shows or movies with young Black Boys (8-20) in intelligent roles
It was weird because somebody came right by me, but he didn’t say nothing and I definitely wasn’t going to say nothing.
He let me watch him do his man work and I really dug it but I felt like I wasn’t supposed to know what he was doing.
Dang feminist made me take electric shop in school so I knew exactly how to do what he was trying to do.
He was connecting his truck brake lights to the back of a float.
I think I jinxed him
BECAUSE
It didn’t work.
I would’ve took everything apart and started all over until I got it to work but he may have been pressed for time because he just took it the way it was.
Probably wanted to hurry up and get it to wherever they’re going to decorate it. Mardi Gras is only two weeks away.
It was cool.
He almost left his power tool and I wasn’t going to say anything. Not because I wanted it (I didn’t) but because I didn’t want to compromise my position. I would have had fun with it. Maybe. It was a drill. I probably would’ve started taking stuff apart. LOL
I feel like I’m not supposed to know how to even drive much less how to use a power drill. It was so cool too because it had a light on it.
Girls are not supposed to know how to splice wires and put together cars.
I was remembering when my daughter was little, I bought her a Barbie Jeep (it was pink) but girls are not even supposed to know how to drive much less how to put it together. But I didn’t know then what I know now.
She’s supposed to be riding around with Ken or Jamal (Christie) not pushing her own whip.
Girls.
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This morning I got up early, buried my hair and then went to see Rock.
I keep changing his name.
The only other person close to me that I’ve done that with was my mother.
I started out calling her Mama, then Ma then Mamacita.
I don’t like her.
I wonder if that says anything about my relationship with Rock.
We still get along well but I had to use a little “magic” to stay with him because his family is trying to tear us apart.
I love them but they don’t like me because I hate devils.
Everytime I see him he has on a Treme’ something.
I LOVE IT!
The shirts call it “The Jazz Corner of the World”
I DON’T LIKE IT!
It should read, “THE BIRTHPLACE OF JAZZ”
I think they may be scared.
That statement holds a lot of weight.
BUT
It’s the TRUTH.
ALL
YOU
HAVE
TO
DO
IS
GO
THERE
And you’ll see.
Jazz oozes up out of the cracks in the street.
It’s carried in the zephyrs.
It rides on the clouds above.
In lives in the hearts of the people.
Everything about The Treme’ spells J.A.Z.Z.
I know the guy who makes the T-shirts.
I’m sure I told him.
BUT
Sometimes it takes a while to admit you’re in error.
In Sha Allah, he’ll make new ones.
I will definitely buy a hoodie for my son.
He should put the fleur de lis somewhere on them too.
I saw Rock in his work clothes.
He tried to start an argument with me so he could leave.
I wouldn’t let him.
I’m too hip.
So, he offered his hand
AND
I took off my glove and let him grasp mine.
That was the first time we’ve ever done that.
The other day when I went to see him,
I was singing
Coloring
And he was quietly listening.
I like to sing around people
BUT
I try to sing like they’re not there
BUT
AT
THE
SAME
TIME
I’m gauging they’re responses
Taking
Note
To
When
They
Stop
Talking
But still singing when they are talking
Like I don’t care if they’re listening or not.
I’m just practicing anyway,
Right?
But he said
Kinda just loud enough for me to hear
“Sing it, Mama”
At the time I didn’t really feel anything
I just tried to sing better.
BUT
NOW
!!!
Everytime I think about it
My Heart Skips A Beat.
This was Sunday.
Men and women are not even supposed to be friends.
And I have a Zawji
It’s just that we’re not together.
AND
Sometimes
That’s my problem.
I need attention.
I even had a t-shirt with those words on it back in the nineties
When everybody was wearing those t-shirts from the seventies.
I didn’t realize how true it was
Until today.
That’s how I lost Zawji
In High School.
I hate that I’m like that.
I don’t want to be like Billie.
In Lady Sings The Blues.
She was supposed to be happy cooking and cleaning for Louis
But he thought his applause wasn’t good enough.
I think it was plenty.
I would love to sing for my Louis/Billy Dee/Zawji
While I’m baking him chocolate chip cookies or a bean pie or roasting vegetables or making bean soup or a milk and honey fruit shake or chocolate ice cream or marinating salmon for him to cue.
I wouldn’t have to sing another note
I WOULD BE AS HAPPY AS A QUEEN
IF
I could do that for the rest of my life.
He was the only thing that was missing when I WAS doing all that
SO
My L.A. landlord called me yesterday.
It was nice to know he still thinks about me.
I know he had a place for me but I wouldn’t let him tell me.
I just interrupted him and informed him of my whereabouts.
I told him he would be the first one I call whenever I decide to hit the Shaw.
😉 😉 😉 😛 😛
And don’t wait until a holiday to call me!
Also tell Paul and Shaun I said As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum
I kinda have a New Orleans hook-up but she’s too into Yoruba and Catholicism
And is low-key trying to make me into her ho.
SO
Cheah
That’s a no-go.
I am trying to get some low-income housing but it takes so long.
I rescheduled my dentist appointment so I’m going to be here at least another month.
Now, you know I’m in the Nation and we don’t celebrate nothing but Saviour’s Day.
Valentine’s Day just reminds me that Saviour’s Day is coming!!!!!
Yaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Everyday should be like Valentine’s Day when you’re really in love anyway.
Like ME & ZAWJI
He gives me roses and chocolate every day of the year and don’t say nothing about nobody named St. Valentine!
He gives me those things because he loves me
AND
I LOVE HIM
Because he shows me how much he loves me
BY
Giving me things I love.
Complete your cipher.
Valentine’s Day is not about roses and chocolate.
It’s about appreciating (or should be) the person who loves you.
BUT
The problem with the devil and his days is that he designates one day a year to celebrate important things.
And belittles the importance by commercializing on them.
I think if you have to set aside a day to show someone how much you appreciate them it shows you might not really appreciate them.
Let me give you an example.
I used to be married and when our anniversary came, I didn’t remember.
I felt stupid when my husband came talking about “Happy Anniversary.”
I felt bad because I didn’t remember. I thought maybe I didn’t love him like I should. I guess I really didn’t seeing as how we’re not married anymore.
But not only that, I felt stupid celebrating and I didn’t know anything about the nation yet. Well, not much.
For me, anniversaries are unimportant because I planned to be married for the rest of my life so what difference does it make that we made it a year?
I mean, why celebrate?
We should celebrate our love (marriage) EVERY DAY and grow deeper in love EVERY DAY if we’re really meant to be together.
We weren’t.
This society puts emphasis on the wrong things.
Who cares what day you got married on?
As long as you marry your one true love.
EVERY DAY you’re together should be celebrated.
Just on the strength of appreciating that you were lucky enough to find each other
Knowing that there are many people who are still looking.
I mean, at least celebrate a week!
Love is important.
Valentine’s Week SMH
Should be all year.
EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR
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So, this year has been kinda weird.
A couple days ago I was feeling very emotional.
I had just “broken up” with those two Muslims and was lonely as hell.
I went to see Pops and sat on his lap and just cried cried cried.
He told me something like I have a responsibility to music.
I dig that.
But, I’m not singing or playing music publicly until the devil is destroyed.
I thought maybe just for Black people but somebody might record it and the devil might get ahold to it.
So cheah
Anyway, the next night, I went back to see Pops and there was this Brother there.
He came and really started talking to me.
His voice!
He reminds me of this Brother but better because he doesn’t have to turn it on, it’s just naturally like that AND he has a NEW ORLEANS ACCENT!!!
SO
He makes jewelry and sells it which is really admirable to ya gurl.
I was thinking this morning while I was sitting across the street from a Black-owned car wash that I admire this Brother more than Bebe (the owner of the car wash) because although Bebe probably makes a lot of money, he is still a servant.
Brother T
IS A PRODUCER!!!
It takes more ingenuity to develop a product (design, manufacture, produce, market) and sell it than to just serve people.
Anybody can wash a car.
Not everybody has the power to create something from nothing.
SO
We kicked it that first night (Sunday)
Early in the morning, he told me his mother was going to call and he was going over her house and told me he wanted to introduce me to her.
I didn’t go.
He knows all about Zawji, of course.
I even told him that Zawji sent him to me so I wouldn’t be alone.
It didn’t dawn on me that it was Valentine’s Day until yesterday.
He was at his mom’s all day and then last night when he went to the Quarter to sell his wares, I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning, he had gone to Ma Dukes’ again.
Let me G why Dilla called his Mom “Ma Dukes” BRB
“How did you come to be called Ma Dukes?My son, Dilla, and his friends just started calling me that and I never asked why.”
I am probably the only woman in the world who would admire someone like him over Bebe, but across the street is a store that sells stripper paraphernelia and next door is a restaurant and written in the cement is the name of the owner of the restaurant and Bebe’s name together. They are a couple.
I’m afraid Bebe is a low-key pimp, using the Car Wash as a front.
No talent.
Leeches.
I realized that those two Muslim Brothers are just like other homeless Brothers I have met. I wrote about two Brothers I met in Atlanta.
They are always two Brothers. One is significantly older (maybe fifteen years) older than the other one, has a habit (cigarettes, coke, liquor or whatever) and uses the younger brother (phone, energy, contacts, ideas, creativity usually) and the younger brother misguidedly looks up to the older Brother. But when the younger brother starts to come up, the older brother holds him back. It’s sad. He feels obligated to the older Brother and doesn’t want to leave him, but the older brother is holding him back and knows if the younger brother leaves him, his life is basically over unless he can find another source to leech off of.
That’s why Tip said the music industry (rule #4080 ) and I think life in general, is made up of so many shady people. They find someone with talent (artist) and leech off of them.
That’s why I fly solo dolo because I know it’s harder for a lady. We are naturally dependent. I’ve got Allah and Zawji (who are both unseen on me) but talk to me five minutes. 😉
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T is a great guy but I’m too old to be with a Brother who is still dependent on his mother. I did that in High School. I’ve been out of school thirty years and if you are introducing me to your mother at her house something is wrong.
Invite us both to dinner. I would prefer it to be at your house more than a restaurant because your house will be our house and gives me a firmer foundation for future dinners. If you’re really serious anyway.
Some mothers don’t want to pass the baton to their son’s wife.
They want him to remain dependent on her forever.
Some fathers are the same way with their daughters.
I think it’s like that when they are not satisfied with their mate.
So they look for love from their children.
It’s sickening.
They can’t let go and let their children find their fulfillment in their mate.
Your spouse should be your everything.
That’s why I call him my ZAWJI.
He is my father now.
I don’t need to ask my daddy for anything monetarily anymore.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him financially.
He is my BEST FRIEND.
I don’t need any girlfriends.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him for everything including advice about girl stuff.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) is a MAN, but he made ladies out of former prostitutes. And if you think about it, it makes sense. Who can teach a lady how she should act better than a man? He knows what men like. And The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) was chosen by Allah, to be HIS MESSENGER. So He Knows How To Make Women of Allah. That’s what I want to be.
Zawji is my Brother.
I don’t need anybody else to protect me.
Zawji got it covered.
He is my son.
I get to mother him and do all the things he would go to his mother for.
I got it covered.
Maybe not because he’s not with me yet.
In Sha Allah, soon. 😀
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Oh, and He is my husband.
So we get to do all the things I can’t and don’t want to do with the other men in my life. 🙂
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Everybody on Facebook is talking about that movie.
The Funny thing about the Johnsons or something.
Maybe Strange things.
I don’t know.
But that movie is really sick.
I saw part of it and it really messed me up.
Having been a victim of incest, it made me really feel like something was wrong.
With me!
The victim!
I turned it off but somebody on FB said it gets worse. Much worse.
No, I didn’t turn it off right then.
I saw one more scene that made me turn it off.
I think America is the no I KNOW America is the most wickedest place that has ever been on our planet.
I wanted to be a Nun growing up.
I think because there is solace in being in solitude.
I could totally live in a cave if it had central heating and a bathroom.
I don’t even need a kitchen. A hot plate every now and then would be nice but I could live without it in exchange for not having to be around any people.
Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) of fourteen hundred years ago used to go up into the cave to get away from it all. And that is where he received the first revelation of the Holy Qur’an.
The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that Allah revealed the Holy Qur’an to him.
Most people think He (Allah) used an Angel (Jibril/Gabriel).
But the point is he was alone and away from everybody and everything.
This world makes you think something is wrong with you if you do that.
They even have a medical/psychological diagnosis for it – isolating.
And they FORCE you to go to group.
#trialsofapsychpatient
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Anyway
He gave me a bracelet.
I let him put it on me.
He tried to cuff me.
I let him
for one day.
He told me Don’t Talk To Anybody Else.
I even did it.
For one day.
I took it off.
And it was almost physically painful.
Bracelets are just as important as a ring almost.
It’s symbolic of cuffing you.
I haven’t figured out the ring yet.
Oh yeah, someone said it’s because the ring finger is connected to the heart or something.
I am anxiously awaiting the beginning of the month (February) (Happy Belated Birthday, Rakim!!!) so I can open the next chapter in my life.
I really want to go back to Orleans, but I feel like Allah Wants me to revisit the A. (A-Town Stompin’ 😉 ) I might stomp through and then go to OHHHHHH! I forgot about my appointment. If it wasn’t Mardi Grasseason, I might risk it. But I think, no I KNOW there are going to be a lot of people going to NO for Mardi Gras. And they’ve probably already started parading, if it’s anything like last year.
I don’t want to miss my appointment. I’ve been trying to get one since last July! So cheah. NOLA it is. FIRST.
I didn’t go to the A, last year, or whenever (this month) I left NOLA. And, I’m really regretting it because I went to Taj Mahal when I got back to L.A., and they had Pineapple Body Oil but it was watered down! I am so disappointed because I recommend them all the time.
Muhammad’s cousin is in The A and he watered down his oils but I didn’t know Muhammad did it too! I called myself telling Muhammad on his cousin, pfffffff. Muhammad needs to be told on himself! He always looks guilty. But I’m telling Allah anyway.
I had a funny feeling about him from the beginning but still patronized him because he gave me free stuff. But I’m going to go back to DAWAH on 48th and Crenshaw or whereever they are. They have the WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD smelling good. Like when I went to New York. It smelled so good!
I should have known DAWAH on 48th and Crenshaw was better on the strength of their name. DAWAH means to teach people about Islam in Arabic and convert them to Islam. Proselytize, iow.
And Taj Mahal is named after some shrine to a leader of India’s wife! I wonder what it means in English. BRB
It translates to “CROWN MOTHER.”
DAWAH is much better. As far as the name goes. But they’re hypocrites and treated me funny the last time I went there.
Even the store in The A was prejudiced.
So, I don’t know.
I need a connect in Africa for my shea and cocoa butters and Arabia for my oils and incense so I can order my stuff direct. One day, In Sha Allah (If it Pleases Allah).
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I still want to go to 1520 Sedgwick, In sha Allah, but I’m sure Zawji wants to take me. Since we grew up together; with Hip-Hop as the background music. ❤ ❤ ❤ 😉
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I am so thankful I did not have to sleep outside last night. Every night it’s like a spiritual battle trying to make sure I have a safe place to sleep. It is making your Sister Captain very humble. Allahu Akbar! (Allah is the GREATEST!)
I even had the opportunity to have breakfast twice!
It’s sad how fat these women have gotten. Food is abundant on Skid Row. You have to be careful. I was gone about a year and some have picked up weight and aged so much you would think I was gone ten years.
And I wonder if they even know they’ve gained weight. Clothes are abundant also, so they may not even realize they’ve outgrown their old clothes….. Hmmmm…….
Anyway, I’m ghost next month, In Sha Allah. Allah sent me a reminder to be mindful of my food intake. It’s hard to eat one meal a day when you’re not sure when your next meal is going to be. I mean, I know I said food is plenteous but you never know what’s going to happen when you’re dependent on others who are not your Zawji. Even though, really I am dependent on Zawji. Everything I have is because of Him.
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So, for some reason I can’t remember, those three “See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil” monkeys have been in my head.
I downloaded a picture but Allah Won’t Let me post it. I can’t find the one I really wanted and you’ve all seen them anyway.
The first one is covering his eyes, the second one has his index fingers in his ears, the third is covering his mouth.
I bet you didn’t know there’s a fourth.
He’s covering his private parts and it symbolizes “DO no evil.”
What?!?!?!!!
Right.
DO NO EVIL too.
They’re called “The Four Wise Monkeys.”
I used to be embarrassed when I saw them. Thinking they had something to be ashamed of. Like they were embarrassed because they had done something wrong, but in actuality, it’s the exact opposite.
They are trying NOT to even see, hear, say or DO anything wrong!!!
America corrupts everything and tries to change good into bad.
I could not believe some of the things that came up when I Googled them.
You will have to do that yourself, if you want to find out, because I am not going to entertain it here!!!
BOTTOM LINE
SEE NO EVIL. Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him Taught us to “Cast Your Eyes In ANOTHER DIRECTION.“
SPEAK NO EVIL. Gossip is one of the worst things you can do. I hate it. Someone once told me they had heard I was in the alley smoking crack! I can laugh about it now, but at the time, I was incredulous. I still can’t believe that people can outright lie like that. But I know it originated with Yakub and his made devils. Then and there I realized that people will say anything and everything to try and get people to think negatively about you.
DO NO EVIL. Cover your private parts. And, treat people the way YOU want to be treated, not the way you HAVE been treated.
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They’re having something called “Night on Broadway” or something downtown and I walked through on my way home last night. That store that sells the hats with my new logo was open and it’s Black-owned (low-key). (You know we can’t let devils know we own stuff or they’ll boycott us. Black people too, unfortunately. 😥 )
Anyway, the owner gave me a pink one. I feel so proud. I’ve seen Brothers and others rockin’ ’em, but not any Sisters. I’m the O.G.
I made a video on Facebook of me in it. I was going to screenshot it, but for some reason Allah is not allowing me to post any pictures to this entry.
Want me to try again?
K
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I have a Google Chromebook and the videocamera playback quality sucks. You can’t even make out the “L.A.” I’ma try and take a snapshot of myself. BRB
Okay, I took a snapshot, but Allah Still Will not allow me to post any pictures.
The logo is so cute. It’s like the traditional L.A. logo but in cursive kinda.
I posted pictures of the hats a while ago on Facebook.
If you REALLY want to see it, it’s just like this, but smaller and pinker. 😉
I’m pretty sure they’re doing the Night on Broadway again today.
They’re doing something because the bus took a detour.
In Sha Allah, I’ll go by again. I’ve got two hours to kill before they start letting us in the shelter. So, why not?
It was fun and I got to see the cutest kid bands. They were devils, but one had a Brother Bass Player and a speckled-up girl singer. They did all original material too! I didn’t ask, but she sang them like they were original songs.
Hopefully, I’ll have as good a time as I had last night, In Sha Allah.
It beats sitting outside with a bunch of chain-smoking homeless women.
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!!!)
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