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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!!!
****
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
****
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.
****
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)
*****
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.
*****
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.
****
I’m just thankful I survived another night without being caught trespassing
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
I had such a good time yesterday chopping it up with the Big Homie.
I LOVE WHEN HE SAYS, “Behbeh!”
It tickles me.
Man, I love New Orleans.
So anyway,
I ended up shaking the spot last night before my premonition manifested itself.
If someone did find my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, I WASN’T THERE.
WHICH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.
I’m in a cafeteria charging my laptop and I swear, every devil I see, is clearly the child of the slavemaster.
That’s all I see when I see them.
The people who hate us so much that they used to buy and sell us between themselves and treat us as if we were livestock and worse because they didn’t whip their cattle.
Especially the women!
They KEPT the whip within arms reach
AND
Would not hesitate
TO
Whip A Little Black Child
FOR
NO
REASON
Other Than That
He Was The Spitting Image
OF
HER
HUSBAND
I see so much hate in their eyes when they look at me.
I’m not a slave
AND
They HATE it!
All of the other Black People here are slaves.
Because they WORK here
And I’m just sitting here drinking coffee and on my laptop
Enjoying my life
FREE
SO
The Black People kinda hate me too.
I hate to say it but they ARE still slaves
For the devils
BUT
Don’t realize it because it’s a
MENTAL SLAVERY
AND
When they see me
They Know I’m not
AND
It forces them to wake up
To the TRUTH
That they are slaves
EVEN
IF
THEY
DON’T
RECOGNIZE
THAT
THAT’S
WHAT
IT
IS
They KNOW something is not right
SO
They treat me kinda funny too.
But the devils!
The men look at me with lust and the women look at me with envy and hate.
You know the women are the ones who instigated the lynchings.
“Kill that Nigger!”
“Teach that Nigger a lesson!”
That’s what they told their men.
Every time I read about slavery, it reinforces everything I’ve ever read before of the cruelty of the slavemistress.
She was far worse than her husband.
Because she was the one abandoned when he snuck into the slave quarters and produced babies by us.
She also had to be angry because her man is so genetically inferior to mine.
Physically, aesthetically, intellectually and morally.
So she is exceptionally wicked and evil
AND
I see it when they walk by me.
The younger ones I just see, “Missy Ann” and Sister Harriet’s owner who was just a little boy.
Still devils.
The white race are devils when they come out of the womb.
They haven’t changed.
And will never change.
YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE NATURE IN WHICH YOU WERE CREATED
AND THEY WERE MADE DEVILS
EVIL AND WICKED BY NATURE.
Don’t think for a second that they love you now.
They cannot change the NATURE in which they were made
Which is to lie and kill the Black.
Some of them smile at me
BUT
You can’t fool a Muslim nowadays.
****
Yesterday, Sister Marion confirmed what I had suspected
When I was in Atlanta
AND
Crashed the City Club.
I had the premonition that all the Black people working there were related.
It was nauseating.
But, she tells everybody that she worked in the powder room at Brennans’ for 35 years.
But she told me yesterday
That several generations of her family had worked for them.
I’m convinced it dates back to slavery.
She told me she got her job through her uncle and that her grandmother and great-grandmother worked there too.
I just Googled Brennan’s but they’re not giving the complete story.
It says the restaurants opened in the seventies but Mrs. Marion said her grandmother and great-grandmother worked there too.
She also told me they had moved, so I think the information I found on Google just picks up from whatever they want to put out.
Masking their true and complete history of slave ownership.
Which is still going on in a worse way
BECAUSE
We don’t have to work for them anymore.
But when we become of age,
The only thing we are taught
Is “Go get a job.”
AND
The slavemaster seeming to be so generous
WILLINGLY OFFERS US A JOB
(Put chains back on us)
And we work for them our entire lives
AND
Encourage our children to go and work for them too
And the cycle never ends.
The whiteman has a forever slave.
He gives us gifts and makes much ado over our service
Gives us a “buttered biscuit and a pat on the head“
AND
We are content to be his forever slave.
We never think of going for self.
Working for ourselves.
OWNERSHIP NEVER EVEN OCCURS TO US.
We come here with nothing
AND
We work for the devil all our lives
AND
Leave with nothing.
Try and make something
SO
When your son gets here
He doesn’t come here with nothing
AND
He can expand on what you built
So When
His son Comes Here
He Has More Than What You
Made For His Father
AND
SO
ON
AND
We Can Finally End This Cycle Of Perpetual Slavery.
The ONLY way we can do that
IS
THROUGH
BUSINESS
OWNERSHIP
AND
THE
CREATION
AND
MASS PRODUCTION
AND
MARKETING
OF
OUR
OWN
PRODUCTS
The devil owns everything.
So, whatever he pays us
He gets it right back
When we go to him for food, clothes and shelter
AND
EVERYTHING
ELSE
WE
NEED
Just like in the days of servitude slavery.
Only now he gives us the money and we go buy it ourselves.
But we don’t OWN anything.
We don’t PRODUCE anything.
Not for ourselves.
We are nothing but laborers for the whiteman 150 years after
So, remember I gave my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT a three on a scale of one-five as far as being secure last night?
Well, I was visited by company security this morning at 6:30.
But he was so COOL!
I cannot overstate how surprised I was.
This is the Second time I’ve been busted and was able to tell the officer about Islam!
It’s so unexpected, I can’t help but laugh. LOL
BUT
Basically, they are so-called Negroes in America just like me
BUT
More Importantly,
They are Black Gods With Infinite Intelligence
AND
ARE
Aware of the Time that we are living in
(Christianity vs. Islam)
SO
When they meet me
I get to answer all the questions they have
BUT
I don’t know what it is about Law Enforcement.
As much as I despise the position,
I have to remark how exceptionally bright they are
Compared to the everyday average Brothers I talk to.
I don’t know why.
They are making me reconsider my disdain for pigs
Cops…
I mean,
It’s REFRESHING being able to have such intelligent conversations.
I know right?
I’m just as surprised as you are
Probably
MORE so.
BUT
Anyway, I went to pickup Lulu II
AND
I am not going to deny my relief
When I saw her still parked where I left her.
Being robbed really tests your faith.
But she was there.
So, I decided to kill some time before the library opened
(at ONE)
And go to Waffle House
Instead of IHOP.
I had just had a cream cheese / caper sandwich
Before I got busted
So, I was NOT hungry
And was just going to get some coffee
BUT
I felt pressured to buy something
SO
I bought something called a Hashbrown Bowl.
The Messenger (PBUH) taught us to
“Leave those old white potatoes alone.”
And, if I had thought about that I would’ve ordered differently.
BUT
I’ve always liked hash browns
And the bread on the breakfast sandwich was too thick for my taste.
I’m pretty sure it’s not wheat bread either.
I don’t eat waffles because they are half-cooked bread
Like pancakes and are very hard on the digestive system.
So, I asked what kind of cheese they use
And when the waitress answered
“American”
I should have just rolled out then and there.
“AMERICAN CHEESE” IS NOT CHEESE
“Owing to its highly mechanized (i.e., assembly line) methods of production, and additive ingredients (e.g., oils, salts, or colors), some softer varieties of processed cheese cannot legally be labeled as actual “cheese” in many countries, even those in which slightly harder varieties can be. Such products tend to be classified as “cheese food”, “cheese spread“, or “cheese product”
Mrs. Marion came outside after we had been talking for awhile and he made himself scarce so I went to talk to her.
She was hostile towards me and
asked me who do I think I am and why do I dress like I do?
In all-white and whatnot?
For some reason she asked if I thought I was everybody’s mother.
I said “Yes, I am!“
(Ma Bebies 😀 )
She said, “You not MY mother!”
Which was kinda flattering that she would even feel like she had to say that.
Of course, I’m not her mother!
But obviously she could feel how maternal I feel towards Black People.
I told her,
“I just feel like taking care of people.”
She told me
“I’m almost 89 years old. I know you. I been dealing with people over there (in The French Quarter) All My Life. It’s just an act to get people to give you money!”
That was the first time I had heard anything like that.
I mean I had met a Brother on the bus in L.A. once who thought that we, so-called Negroes in America, just become Muslims to get that “Arab Money”
(I’m not gonna post the video because Zawji knows I like Buster, and he doesn’t like him because of it. And I’m HIS WIFE, so….)
But anyway, I didn’t really know what to say to her accusations.
The defensive is always the worst position to be in, so I just let her go on.
I mean, I told her I wear my garments because I feel comfortable in them. They are like my protection. You see I wear them every day!
She said, “Where do you live? You don’t live around here, do you?“
And I told her how hard it is for me to live with people. She knows better than anyone how everybody hates me. And she reminded me she remembered when I got into it with that old goat at the museum.
She said, “Why don’t you get a job?”
And then I felt more comfortable.
Contrary to me and her grandson,
Me and Sister Marion bumped heads when it came to male/female roles.
But I’m very versed with women who share her sentiments
AND reveled in the exchange.
Steel sharpens Steel.
And Mrs. Marion is a double-edged sword.
But then so am I.
At least she wasn’t talking favorably about devils
WHICH
Used to be our point of contention.
The three of us and their neighbor even discussed political issues
Like the murder of that football player recently.
To me, he’s just yet another Blackman murdered by devils
BUT
To most so-called Negroes, his murder carries more weight
Because he was famous.
So, I felt a little left out of the conversation because I wasn’t as informed as I guess I should have been on the details surrounding his murder, I guess.
Which is a rarity for ya gurl.
Unfortunately, these murders are becoming so common that I didn’t even think about adding him to my list until just now.
I don’t even remember his name.
SMH
BUT
Anyway, we talked until we ran out of things to say.
Sister Marion had gone back in the house,
Which I thought was hella cool.
Because that meant she didn’t mind leaving me alone
With her Grandson.
Oh yeah,
We heard the Second Line.
His well-trained ears picked up on it well before mine
But
When I asked him if he wanted to go
He said NO.
Which was completely in opposition to my well-laid plans,
But again, it’s about choices.
I could go be in a big rowdy crowd
OR
At peace, sitting on a front porch, with a handsome, decent and intelligent Blackman.
That’s a no-brainer for me.
PEACE TRUMPS EVERYTHING!!!
And there was no telling when I would have that opportunity again.
So after Sister Marion went in, and we had exhausted all topics, there were a few minutes of comfortable silence,
AND THEN
He just said he was going to go watch the Saints’ game with his uncle
And bid me a good day.
It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward or anything
AND
I didn’t have to be the one to come up with some way to part!
The Big Easy.
That’s what I should call him.
He’s so easy to be around.
And he’s one of those Big “Scary” Blackmen
My son always says I’m attracted to
BUT
Anyway,
I just got on Lulu and rolled out.
I was tempted to go by the Second Line
BUT
I felt like that would have ruined the good time I had just had.
He is just as if not more disgusted at how Blackwomen carry themselves like whores as I am. And told me how they disgrace themselves to get his attention. For instance, he told me how one Sister in a short mini skirt bent over in front of him to pick something up, and basically showed him her shame just to get his attention.
I told him I wear long skirts, but I still don’t like to bend down much less bend OVER. I told him how I do it. I would have waited for him to catch up and said sweetly, “Brother, can you pick this up for me?” With the same end in mind – to get his attention but in a ladylike manner. Gently stroking his male ego at the same time.
There’s a big difference between classy and trashy.
PLUS, we would have spoken to each other breaking the ice.
I should give lessons. But that’s what this is.
That’s exactly how LADIES used to do it back in the day. They would “accidentally” drop a handkerchief or a glove and the GENTLEMAN would pick it up for her and thus would blossom a beautiful relationship.
It was demure and modest, but accomplished the mission without having to disgrace yourself. I am appalled at how far away from decency and morals we have gone as Blackwomen.
We are universal whores.
The product of 400 years of being used as the slavemaster’s bed wench.
We have no self-respect and will disgrace and abase ourselves for money or attention or a misguided attempt to win the affections of our male counterparts.
We are GODDESSES.
THE MOTHERS OF CIVILIZATION
THE ORIGINAL WOMAN
WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PARADIGM FOR ALL OTHER WOMEN OF THE UNIVERSE.
THE EXAMPLE OF PURITY AND MODESTY
FOR ALL OTHER WOMEN TO EMULATE!!!
HELD IN THE HIGHEST ESTEEM
AS THE WOMAN FROM WHOM ALL NATIONS SPRUNG
THE ORIGINATOR
BEHAVING LIKE TRASH
UP! YOU MIGHTY BLACK WOMEN!
YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU WILL!!!
And that means, no matter what you’ve done in the way of indecency and immorality, you can ALWAYS reform yourself.
We both agreed that the reason the Blackwoman is in such a terrible condition is because the Blackman, who is supposed to control and PROTECT her, is more interested in pimping her. As sad and shameful as it is.
But he is also the victim of 400 years of slavery and mistreatment by the devil Caucasians and must reform himself as well. This can only successfully and permanently be done through the Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him).
You Can Read Message To The Blackman In America by clicking HERE.
He told me he saw a two-year-old, still in diapers, twerking.
I already know Allah (God) shields me from the worst of things because I’m extremely sensitive and I just can’t take it but when he told me how he hears mothers talking to their children, it brought me to tears.
Black mothers telling their little Black boys they ain’t s*#! I’m having a hard time just writing about it. How could you say that to your own flesh and blood?
Black mothers calling their little Black daughters B’s.
I don’t understand how someone could be so hateful to a Black child – ANY Black child! Not to think of YOUR OWN BLACK CHILD!!!
If I didn’t know the future, I would think we were completely and totally lost.
BUT
I
KNOW
THE
FUTURE
And that same little Black boy, whose mother said he wasn’t s*#! and wasn’t ever going to be s#*! is one day going to rule the world.
All Praise Is Due To Allah For The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him)
Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Helped Keep Me On The Straight Path because toward the end of our conversation, I told him that one day, there were going to be Messengers asking, “Whose side are you on, America’s or the Muslims?”
He had a little difficulty with that and said something like you would hear in church and then that the question would be, “Whose side are you on God or the devils’?”
I said, “That’s the same thing. American devils or God and the Muslims?”
That idea took a little getting used to, but he’s on our side.
So, I left and went to the store and got caught up in some Saints’ traffic.
They lost, of course.
I hate to say it because it’s so sad. Everybody here LOVES the Saints but I can’t remember them ever winning. Maybe they win when I’m not following the game but if love and support could win a game, they would never lose because they love them some SAINTS in New Orleans.
But I made it through the traffic just as it started to rain.
I went to the library and charged my phone.
Started writing this and when I left it was pouring.
So, I left Lulu there and went to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Black Bebies!
I knew when I published my last blog that I was going to wake in the middle of the night and write some more.
But I didn’t say anything because sometimes I like to keep things to myself.
Anyway, I watched “Emperor Jones” starring Paul Robeson and was really surprised to see the level of romantic drama there was back in those days.
For some reason, I thought people were less scandalous then.
It was interesting to see Brother Paul in his signature film and I was not expecting to feel the emotion toward his character that the film manifested in me.
It was a good movie.
And judging by how many times they said, “Who dat?” and the Yoruba references, I would not be surprised if the writer was from New Orleans.
That was a complete surprise.
Brother Paul was a significant character in Black History in the United States, as far as entertainment. But he was political too.
I don’t watch movies (dramas) as a general practice, but this was more like a history lesson than anything else.
So, I woke up a little while ago and realized, you don’t have to be in jail to have those lonely late night thoughts.
For some reason, I feel like it’s time to write about Costello.
I feel like I have to start from when I messed up with Zawji in High School.
I cheated on him and started dating this other guy who went to my school.
I wasn’t capable of loving from a distance.
I’m getting a crash course in it now.
So anyway, I ended up marrying the other guy but he cheated on me and we divorced after two years.
We had a daughter though, who has Zawji’s initials. That was completely by chance. I didn’t even realize it until a few years ago.
I saw him at the beach one day when she was still in the stroller
AND
HE
BENT
DOWN
AND
KISSED
HER
FULL
ON
THE
MOUTH
Then got up and walked away without even looking at me.
He’s so wise.
I wasn’t ready
BUT
He still loved me
AND
He showed me by showing his love for my daughter.
I think he knew/realized
We were going to get back together one day
Because
She has his initials.
I think he knew back then,
Even when I didn’t.
But was just biding his time.
Allahu Akbar
❤ ❤ ❤
Anyway, I was with Costello at the time.
So, I really didn’t deserve any more than what he gave me
Which was nothing
But tough love
❤ ❤ ❤
After I found out my husband cheated on me,
We had a physical altercation
AND
I put him in jail for abuse
BUT
Later went and dropped the charges.
I think even then I had a disdain for pigs.
We tried to work it out
BUT
The Trust Was Gone
AND
I started seeing other men.
He was in the Navy
SO
He was away from home a lot.
I think he gave up
WHEN
I was dating this Brother from Compton
He called it “Camptown“
I didn’t know why then,
BUT
I think it’s because of all the horses
AND
Big Backyards
ANYWAY
He carried a gun
AND
I
REALLY
LIKED
HIM
He Was Fine!!!
I met him on Crenshaw
AND
I know I must have really liked him because I still remember his name.
Anyway,
They ran into each other outside our apartment
AND
The Brother from Compton shot at my X.
He had already told me what he would do if that situation occurred
(shoot in the leg so as not to kill him)
So, I knew not to worry.
He didn’t get shot though.
❤ ❤ ❤
Anyway, I was working at a typist job I got through the Navy
And it was for a company that photocopied medical records for lawyers.
I used to type up the legal documents necessary to procure the records.
So, they hired this new Brother to go out and photocopy the records
AND
He was cute
SO
I told all the other Sisters who worked there that
He was mine.
Well, one day, he came to the clerical section to run off some copies at the photocopy machine and when I saw him, I made everybody in my department find something for me to go copy.
So, I sashayed over to the photocopier and worked my mojo on him.
We hooked up and I knew he was cheating on me very early in the relationship.
He was ALWAYS talking about his X and comparing me to her.
He used to make me feel so inadequate. I didn’t know the word back then but now I can never forget.
He used to say, “There’s just five pounds between fat and fine.”
And here I am 125 pounds.
The perfect weight and he’s making me feel inadequate.
He used to sell weed, so he’d be gone “on a run” often
And most of his clientele were women.
Well, one day I figured out he had lied to me about his whereabouts and a Sister we worked with confirmed my suspicions.
BUT
I didn’t break up with him.
I guess I thought I was “in love”
BUT
That’s no excuse for stupidity.
I was 22 and had been reared in Christian America
Where they don’t teach values and morals and self-respect.
WELL,
Yes, they do
BECAUSE
Growing up my goal was to stay a virgin until I got married
THEN
I
FOUND
OUT
ALL
MY
FRIENDS
FROM
CHURCH
HAD ALREADY DONE IT
!!!!
So America preaches values, but it is hard to actually find them
In America.
❤ ❤ ❤
Anyway,
He was a good provider and when I got fired from my job
OVER
(him and another woman who worked there )
Me and my daughter moved in with him.
My X never gave me a dime in child support.
Even though it was court ordered.
So, we were playing house
Living it up in the LBC.
We were both in college
And I used to go watch him play football
AND
He was such a showman!
Every time they played,
Somehow his shirt managed to get ripped off
LOL
He had a roommate
AND
It was like Party Central at our house
There were ALWAYS people there
We had a rule
You couldn’t hit the bong until you brushed your teeth LOL
There was always a game of dominoes going on
Or a freestyle session.
I remember one time Lil’ 1/2 Dead was over
AND
ALL
The guys were dickriding
Me and the girls were just so annoyed
It was so bad that my three-year-old daughter said,
“He’s getting on my nerves.”
I was like, “Who?“
And she pointed to Lil 1/2 Dead
LOL
He used to cook too.
He’s the reason I stopped eating pork
Way before I became a Muslim
But he’s also the reason I started smoking weed.
He used to leave his stash at my house
Before we moved in together
AND
One night me and my cousin were bored
SO
We decided to smoke some.
Why did we call the radio station
Because they were taking calls for people who wanted to tell a joke
AND
I
GOT
ON
THE
RADIO
High as Hell
And tried to tell a joke.
The DJ was like,
“Oh, okay, thank-you.“
And I wasn’t even through.
SMH
So, anyway, he introduced me to Reggae
And we used to go to Dancehall clubs
And “wind.”
He could really dance.
Not as good as my Zawji though.
We’d go to holidays with my family
AND
Even hooked up our friends.
Two of them are still married to this day
And have three children.
BUT
He used to tell me that
He could get with my cousins
If he wanted too.
I didn’t really pay too much attention
To that kind of talk.
I just let it go in one ear
AND
Out the other.
But years later,
AFTER
He went to jail,
He wrote a book,
AND
One of my cousins (the married one) was asking about it
I thought that was strange
BUT
Didn’t put two and two together
Until a few years ago.
She had said she wanted to read it.
She was the ONLY one out of all our friends
Who showed so much interest in wanting to read his book.
I mean, we all wanted to read it
BUT
She wanted to read it too badly.
So, I know something was up.
That has taken me a long time to admit.
It hurts.
And I love her husband like a Brother.
He’s in the Nation
(albeit with Farrakhan)
But out of all my family members
He’s one of the few I still talk to
I don’t even talk to my cousin
(his wife)
We’re just a few months apart,
I’m the elder
And always looked out for her
We went to the same schools
for Jr. High AND High School
AND
When we got older
AND
Her Mom
(My father’s sister)
Kicked her out
I let her come and live with me.
I didn’t think anything of it.
I subconsciously, look at her like she’s more of a Sister
Than a cousin
I always mistakenly call her children my niece and nephews
That’s how I know
She’s always been “The Golden Child”
In our family
AND
I was “The Black Sheep”
BUT
To think that she went behind my back
To try and get with my boyfriend
IS
Something that most people would probably
Expect to be the other way around
BUT
I would NEVER do anything like that
So
It is difficult for me to accept
BUT
As difficult as it is to accept
I know it’s true.
I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt
And assume it was before she hooked up with her husband.
BUT
I don’t know
Because Costello used to tell me about how he (her husband) had sex
AND
I don’t know
Any other way
He Could Have Known
UNLESS
She Told Him…
At the time,
I thought maybe one of her husband’s exes
Had told him,
Because they had been friends for a long time.
Now I’m not so sure.
I just saw him when I went to Atlanta
BY CHANCE
Because I didn’t look them up
AND
He is doing a good job taking care of her.
I’m sure nothing ever became of it
Otherwise, he would’t have told me
BUT
Just to know she went after him…
So scandalous.
Skanless.
It’s always the quiet ones…
She IS one of the main reasons I joined The Nation though.
When I saw her in her M.G.T. uniform
I couldn’t WAIT to get in one.
The difference is
She couldn’t wait to get out of it.
She only wore it to the Mosque.
I wear mine every day!
****
BUT
Anyway,
Things came to a head
WHEN
One of his side chicks got pregnant.
I stayed with him though.
But when he brought the baby home
I couldn’t take it and threw a brick through one of his windows.
I guess I had moved out by then.
Anyway, unbeknownst to me,
The baby was right there by the window
SO
Then he starts going on about how I was trying to kill his baby.
BUT
He said it like he was impressed with me
SO
He ends up moving back to Indiana
But
We’re still keeping in touch.
He ends up going to jail for fifteen years
For something I’m not even sure of to this day.
But I’m sure it wasn’t drugs.
I even flew out to Kentucky to visit him.
And caused so much drama that his fellow inmate whose girlfriend hosted me told her that she couldn’t talk to me after I left.
❤ ❤ ❤
He had a Best Friend in jail, named Killer.
Killer was from Watts.
But I didn’t know Killer was so FINE!!!
I
DIDN’T
KNOW
IT
THEN
BUT
He Was Zawji’s Doppelganger…
So, we’re in the visiting room talking and Killer and his guests are behind my back.
So, I get up and go to the bathroom
BUT
When I come back
I sit on the other side
SO
I could see
Killer.
This little move did not go unnoticed by Costello.
He commented on it.
BUT
Anyway,
Shortly after our visit, Costello got transferred to another prison
But inmates are not allowed to send each other mail.
So, I was the designated liaison between Costello and Killer.
Funny thing happened…
Me and Killer started writing each other.
And, I guess he told everybody because Costello started crying about how it made him look and the Sister told me her husband told her she couldn’t talk to me anymore.
I didn’t care.
Shoot.
He had had a BABY with somebody else!!!
But the thing with Killer was shortlived and I still kept in touch with Costello.
If I had had ANY sense I would have stayed with Killer.
He was so intelligent and had NEVER worked for the DEVIL.
I really admired that.
He also told me something that I still use today when people call me crazy.
He told me
“Where I come from, CRAZY is a GOOD thing!”
Watts up!
❤ ❤ ❤
So, next thing I know,
(This was in 1999 and we met in 1992)
He’s telling me they’re transferring him to another prison
AND
This time he’s going Greyhound
AND
He’s coming through L.A.
Can I rent a car,
Come pick him up,
AND
Drive him from Palm Springs to L.A.,
SO
We could spend some time together.
But Of Course, I can do that for you, Baby.
SO,
We get to spend the designated time together,
Then I drop him off at the Greyhound station in L.A.
But he tells me not to go in,
“Stay right here.”
That struck me as kinda weird
SO
I
FOLLOWED
HIM
AND
Sure enough, there he is
Talking to some girl who’s on the same bus.
I felt like a fool.
But I was acting like one
AND
Couldn’t blame anyone but myself.
I mean,
I KNEW who I was dealing with.
Why should I think he had changed?
But I was “in love.”
So, early in the relationship I had gotten pregnant
But he took me to get an abortion.
And unbeknownst to me
This time when I picked him up
I got pregnant again.
But I was taking medication and didn’t have a period
SO
I didn’t know
Until it was too late.
I had to hike up this steep dirt hill
To get home
And ended up losing the baby.
It was a boy.
BUT
Allah Knows Best
Because Now I Don’t Have Anything To Attach Me To Him
So, he’s at Lompoc in Northern California
AND
Hooks me up with one of his fellow inmate’s woman
AND
We go out there to visit them.
I had started going to the Mosque by this time
AND
The Sister was late picking me up
SO
I had changed clothes
AND
Was preparing to go to M.G.T. class
When she showed up.
So, instead of sexy and fly, in those pictures
I was modest and appealing.
Allah Knows Best.
That was my last visit.
I started trying to practice Islam but I was with Farrakhan
AND
HE Knew Farrakhan is not right
SO
He wasn’t trying to hear it.
BUT
AFTER
I
LEFT
FARRAKHAN
I
WAS
LIKE
I can’t talk to you anymore
Unless you become a Muslim.
That’s the ONLY way I’ll know
You’ve Changed.
SO
I finally stopped talking to him
Islam gave me the courage and intelligence to finally leave a toxic relationship
It was 2006 now
Fifteen years!
So, whenever I used to get mad at him, he would go to my mother to try and get her to get me to let him have another chance. So, even though I wasn’t talking to him, apparently they still kept in touch because the next thing I knew. Whoever was President at that time had issued some type of order cutting sentences for federal inmates and my mother told me there was a good possibility that he could be getting out sooner than later.
So, it’s 2008 and I just have a feeling that I’m going to run into him in Leimert Park. This was before I started talking to Allah. But I knew.
Sure enough, one Monday, outside of drum workshop, I see him walking up. We talk for a minute and then Osiris appears (now before I saw Costello, Osiris had told me he would pay for Hakim’s drum lesson he just had to go get some change) So here he comes and I tell Costello, “Watch this” and Osiris hands Hakim a five dollar bill.
I felt like The Mack.
LOL
So, we’re wrapping up our conversation and this woman pulls up and he starts showing her attention and making me feel ignored and inadequate like he always did. But I still talk to him on the phone later.
I told him about Da Poetry Lounge and he talked to my daughter, on the phone. He always made me feel like when she was old enough, he would have an affair with her. Because he was always talking about how he cared about her more than me. But it was different than when Zawji did it. Because they have different backgrounds with me. I never ever saw Zawji with another woman until 1999. But that’s too painful to write about.
But anyway, he went to Da Poetry Lounge, told me it was lit, and I’ve never heard from him again.
I didn’t want to tell him about it.
But I guess Allah Made Me To Finally Get Him Out Of My Life.
He Had To Replace Me With Something, I guess.
Artists can make love to their art.
(He sings and writes)
So, human companionship is not as…
Louis Armstrong said his wife knew she came second to his music.
And Duke Ellington titled his book, “Music is my Mistress”
I still feel a sense of loss after all these years.
And can only thank Allah for protecting me and giving me my Zawji.
White musicians select bandmembers based on color.
Black musicians select bandmembers based on sound.
That’s why you see allwhite bands.
But never allBlack bands.
It’s bigger than music.
“You would rather have a lexus or justice? A dream or some substance?
A beamer, a necklace or FREEDOM?!?!”
****
I was singing yesterday.
Trying not to be too loud and disturb the other guests.
Next thing I know,
I hear people gathering on the balcony
Right outside my window.
AND
I SHUT UP
BECAUSE
I
KNOW
THEY
WERE
DEVILS
AND
I DON’T SING FOR DEVILS
!!!
****
I’m watching part two of this documentary on Black women entertainers
AND
It just dawned on me
THAT
I
MADE
IT
PAST
44
That was my goal because my favorite singer, Phyllis Hyman, committed suicide at 44 and Billie Holiday died at 44.
SO
I figured if I could made it past 44,
I’d be okay.
I’m 45 now.
****
I keep hearing these exceptionally loud aircrafts overhead
AND
I knew they couldn’t be planes
AND
I’m outside at the Library
AND
They just flew overhead
Let me see if I can find a picture of what I just saw
There were two of these
It sounded like more came after them and I tried to get a video but they didn’t fly over my line of sight.
Why are they flying over New Orleans?
This what I think
****
SO
I’M
REALLY
Starting to get bored with life.
Like, I’m wondering what I’m going to do tomorrow?
It’s supposed to rain
SO
I guess my goal is to try and stay dry
That’s a challenge in itself being homeless
Like I am.
The library is only open from 1-5
Then they’re gonna be closed until the 18th!
But I’m like our Dear Sister Harriet
She never worried
AND
Neither do I.
I’m just a tad bored.
****
There’s a parade today and I met a Brother selling ooey gooey cake, and you know I had to support. I love ooey gooey cake. Tell me why did this Sister in a uniform come giving him all kind of flack talking about his vending license was only for Second-Lines? She wouldn’t let me buy it!!!
The poison runs deep in these Southern Black People.
She said she was just trying to feed her family like he was.
I said, “Yeah, but he’s working for himself. You’re working for the government, who doesn’t even care about you!”
So anyway, he turned in the direction I was going and once we got away from “Sargent Carter”, we made the transaction. Christians….
I can’t believe how hateful and vindictive we are to our own people to the satisfaction of our enemies. She was working for the government and her JOB is to hinder a Blackman from doing something for self so he will always be dependent upon the devil slavemaster.
If she would take a free step instead of working for the devil and propagating the enemies plan to keep us dependent on him, we might be able to get ahead as a NATION.
Even more than not having a place to use the bathroom.
Not having a place to cook.
Or to keep your stuff.
All that stuff can be worked around and pales in comparison to the inability to take a full ablution.
New Orleans doesn’t have the resources other cities I’ve visited have.
I mean they have drop in centers where you can go just to get off the street without worrying about trespassing and most of these places offer services like showers and laundry and stations where you can charge your phone.
All New Orleans has, well I’ve heard of the VA, and there’s this place that offers services but there’s this huge mural of Mary, mother of Isa (Jesus) on the wall and that’s like my kryptonite. I’d rather break into somebody’s house and take a shower than go in there.
Then there’s the VA which is where it’s looking like I’m gonna end up since the hypocrites at the masjid are living up to their name and not letting me in. Even though I did get in to get my stuff, so maybe…
I’ve got one other spot, but them employees trip HARD so I think I’ma try the VA first.
See what it’s like, at least…
‘member the last time I did that…???
It ended horribly.
BUT
Her band is on point! This is why I love live music. Also dope how they’re all dressed alike She should have done the same thing with her backup singers
****
Why do I have some crazy devil leaving me all these filthy comments?
I haven’t said anything but it’s been about six months.
I finally marked his comments as spam and they all disappeared.
Allahu Akbar!!!
****
SO
Gmail asked me if I wanted business e-mail and Razzaq was like “Yeah”
SO
I
HAD
TO
DO
ALL
THIS
TECH-Y
STUFF
But I think I set up my new e-mail
LOVEALLAH@HOMEMAKINGFORTHEBLACKWOMAN.COM
!!!
IS THAT THE FRESHEST THING YOU’VE SEEN EVER OR WHAT???
****
I haven’t forgotten about
Homemaking For The Blackwoman .com LIVE!!! either
It just doesn’t look like I’m going to be traveling anywhere anytime soon.
ROOTS, remember?
But maybe I can have something here in New Orleans.
And, you guys can just come here.
I mean, I love it here.
AND
You can come and see why.
Maybe
That’s what Allah and Razzaq want me to start doing
To keep me from being bored.
I’ll be like Sister Harriet
And ask for contributions.
I already know where I want to have it.
I guess I could start a gofundme campaign
BUT
I’d rather have corporate sponsors
You know how strongly I feel about Black Businesses.
I am organizing a series of events that are designed to instruct the Blackwomen in the United States of America into The Knowledge of Self, which includes a Return to Her Proper Natural Role As Homemaker and Housewife.
Naturally, the foundation will be upon Islam, as that is the only solution to our problem here in the Wilderness of America, but equally as important are acquiring such basic homemaking skills as sewing, cooking and cleaning, rearing children and taking care of our husbands, which are unfortunately, not taught among the members of the Black community as they once were, if ever, and are becoming lost arts.
Home Economics has also been removed from the United States school system and our young Sisters are graduating from High School having never been exposed to even the rudiments of the things that are required of them as Blackwomen.
HOMEMAKINGFORTHEBLACKWOMAN.COM LIVE!!!!! will Include a Welcoming Night featuring a film screening of THE NATION OF ISLAM’S 1974 SAVIOUR’S DAY CONVENTION LECTURE; an “HOW TO EAT TO LIVE” COOKING CLASS; a SEWING DEMONSTRATION; as well as a symposium on HOW TO TREAT OUR HUSBANDS.
Each session will be offered free of charge, as This is the Day in Which the TRUTH MUST BE MADE MANIFEST and the Truth is FREE to any and all who seek it. Therefore, in order to offset production costs, I am offering BLACK BUSINESS OWNERS the opportunity of sponsorship and promotional advertising.
Donations are also welcome in the form of such items as
SEWING MACHINES & SEWING KITS
CROCK POTS
PRESSURE CANNERS & MASON JARS
CORNINGWARE
DUTCH OVENS (ANY SIZE)
KITCHEN UTENSILS (COOKING & CUTLERY, LOAF & PIE PANS & ROLLING PINS)
SMALL KITCHEN APPLIANCES SUCH AS MIXERS & BLENDERS
MONETARY FUNDS
All contributors will have the opportunity to advertise on promotional giveaways such as lanyards, gift bags, recipe booklets, souvenir brochures, ink pens & notepads, keychains &c.
Furthermore, Each Business Will Be Prominently Advertised On All Promotional Paraphernalia (fliers, radio spots, social media, Internet sites, billboards & Television Public Service Announcements)
THANK-YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND GENEROSITY AT WHATEVER LEVEL OF SPONSORSHIP YOU CHOOSE.
IN THE MOST HOLY AND RIGHTEOUS NAME OF ALLAH,
MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD,
TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER,
السلام عليكم AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM
Your Sister,
~ SISTER LOVE ALLAH ❤ ❤ ❤
****
So cheah,
I think I really need to go hear some live Jazz tonight.
I might stop at the Playhouse first
BUT
If it’s devils
I’ma go see Brother Jason
Only thing is
YUP
Worst fear confirmed
I just YT’d Jason and he has more devils in his band than Papa, Wynton and Branford combined.
It’s starting to drizzle anyway.
BUT
That might be the best time to go out
Less people.
But I’m so bored!
I guess I’ll have to set up a paypal or something so I can accept contributions.
****
I guess I’m not going anywhere
I found a spot
AND
It’s Level 3 secure
Out of 5
So, we’ll see
إن شاء الله
I can stay here until the Library opens up at one mañana.
I wanted to go get some salmon at Cleo’s but the last time I went the owner was so rude to me! For no reason. I thought the owners would be cool because they have an Arabic poster on the wall. But he was trippin’ for real for real. To the point where I’m like Forget ya’ll. But it’s SO HARD to find healthy food in New Orleans. I hate being at the mercy of people who don’t like me.
BUT
I’m a so-called American Negro
AND
That’s all we’ve known for the past 400 years…
I have some kipper snacks and bread I can eat instead.
I’m just trying to make sure I get enough protein since I can’t make my Bean Soup.
I would eat a couple boiled eggs every day if the only place I knew that sold them wasn’t so far away.
I can’t believe I’m saying this but
I miss Skid Row.
I could take a shower
AND
Get boiled eggs.
It just smells worse than a dumpster.
And there’s the most sickening water on the ground in some places.
****
I just ate that “ooey gooey cake.”
I thought I was getting chocolate but it was just a brownie.
I wish he would have told me.
I probably would have bought the cake instead.
“Probably” LOL
THAT’S why he didn’t tell me. SMH ;/
****
Anyway, I still can’t remember what I was going to write about yesterday.
I’m not going to say it must not have been that important because
When I did remember – before I was able to write –
I felt like it was important.
Oh well.
I’m just gonna publish this and turn in early.
I had such a good time with Zawji last night.
We role-played LOL
I was the homeless little girl
And he was the officer who caught me trespassing.
LOL
He handcuffed me.
OMG
LOL
I have such a vivid imagination
BUT
That’s what separates me from the norm.
AND
Makes me so interesting.
I’ve accepted it
The good and the bad.
Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Be Praised Forever, upon His Coming To Us
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies
Meet Lulu II
O/G Lulu was refurbished, probably over thirty years old and cost $140.00
Lulu II is brand new and cost $79.00
And is much easier and MORE FUN TO RIDE!!!
I feel like going back to the place I bought O/G Lulu and putting my foot up somebody’s you-know-what.
I thought I was going to be paying three or four hundred for a new bike, since she was refurbished and cost $140,
Then I get to Walmart and the first pink bike I saw was a Panama Jack and it had a basket and a cup holder and I trepidatiously (LOL You know I make up words 😉 ) looked at the price tag and when I saw $129, I was floored!
So, I kept looking around and saw Lulu II, and she didn’t have a basket or anything but she was pink. Razzaq told me to get her. I wanted the Panama Jack, but I’ve learned to hear and obey. So, I found the baskets and they had this fabric bag that you could remove but it was too complicated to affix AND it was lavender so it wouldn’t match. I thought $20 was a lot too.
So, I looked at the traditional wicker baskets like O/G Lulu had but you couldn’t remove it AND it cost $25!!!
So, I saw some smaller baskets and one of them was pink so I attached it to Lulu II and it looked like it came with her. So……. $Free.99 😉
****
I was also able to get a camisole I really needed that I don’t know where else to get one but Wal. I searched for about twenty minutes trying to find my size! All they had were 2X and XXL and I’m a Swedish LOL I was SO happy when I found that Mug! I almost kissed the lady working there! LOL
****
So, anyway, I was going to buy a lock at Walmart but it’s a good thing I tried them out before I bought them because I tried two different ones and they both got stuck when I was trying to set the lock!
So, I decided to just go back to the bike store where I bought O/G Lulu and get the same lock I had for her.
I’m still puzzled how they got her.
That was the BEST lock they had.
So, I’m not going to spend so much money this time, In sha Allah.
The only reason why I got that one was because you didn’t need a key.
I don’t have any other keys, so I didn’t trust myself trying to keep up with a little bike lock key. Same thing is in e-f-f–e-c-t, but I’ma see if I can find a cheaper one. That one was $35.00!
****
I also like Lulu II’s handlebars better than O/G’s. They’re like high and I can lean back!
(You dealin’ with some real O/Gs….)
****
They had fishing poles at Wal and I saw a pretty hot pink one and it was only $12.97!
But it looked so complicated! I thought all you have to do is just put the bait on the hook and you’re ready to go. But this one required a little assembly. So, I guess I’ll be YTing fishing tutorials…
So, I left Wal about 9:30 but the other bike store doesn’t open up until 12 or 12:30, so I came to “the office” to kill some time.
I knew they wouldn’t trip about me bringing in Lulu II
And I sent an e-mail to Kool DJ Herc
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
In the Name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Most Merciful
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Brother, DJ Kool Herc,
May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah be upon you!
I am a B-Girl and a writer who is interested in helping you pen your autobiography.
I grew up with Hip-Hop and have done extensive research on the origin of hip-hop and seen and read numerous of your interviews but there is nothing like hearing the story directly from the person whose story it is. And Hip-Hop is definitely your story, Dear Brother
The Hip-Hop community NEEDS to hear YOUR story from YOU!!! I am a writer and would be willing to help you write your autobiography. I say autobiography as opposed to memoirs because I am an avid reader of both and prefer autobiographies. They tell a better story.
In short, my Dear Beloved Brother, PLEASE write your autobiography! Admittedly, I have never written a book (although I do have a blog www.HomemakingForTheBlackwoman.com) so, I have not the first idea about publishing but maybe you would consider an e-book, wherein somehow you could include videos, music and links.
I mean, this IS the digital age, and Hip-Hop started off with the music and ended up revolutionizing the entire music industry. Might as well continue the tradition and push the envelope by revolutionizing the publishing industry to include videos and digital music instead of just photos. Let’s make use of ALL of the technological resources at hand!!!
Thank-you in advance, Dear Brother, I look forward to hearing from you soon.
btw Thank-you for explaining the term “Put your ‘stink’ on it.”
May Allah Bless You, Dearly Beloved Brother, With MONEY, A Good Home, Friendship in all walks of life and Peace of Mind and Contentment!
In the Name of Allah,
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum
Your Sister,
~ LOVE ALLAH️
But I used lavender ink and this whimsical font.
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I wanted to write about something else but I cannot remember what it was….
I still have a little time before the bike store opens so, I’ma chill for a minute and see if I can remember.
Okay, I remembered one thing – the handlebars.
But it was something else too.
Anyway, I’m in my hotel room now, having successfully completed every mission I had planned.
I even fooled this Sister into thinking I was from New Orleans. LOL
She asked me “Why do you look like I know you?”
I said, “Probably from around here.”
She asked me where I was from.
I said, “Around here” (Treme’)
Then she asked me what High School I went to.
I said, “Clark” LOL
I knew that school has been here a long time because the Brother I met last time I was there told me he went there and he was in his seventies!
She asked me if I knew some people named “Carter?”
And I was like
“Hmm, Carter? That name sounds sofamiliar!” LOL
So, we started talking and whatnot
But she told me she went to this restaurant around the corner and bought some fish.
And you know I was like, “I hope not catfish, that’s the only fish ya’ll eat out here!”
And then I was like
“Oops!“
But she didn’t catch it.
So, I figured I had better ‘fess up before she caught me.
But that was fun.
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I’m kinda pissed because a Second-Line just went down the block, but I wasn’t dressed so I missed it. 😦 I was thinking about going to see Papa Marsalis. He’s going to be at this venue I’ve heard is really nice, but I don’t feel like going anywhere. It’s so rare that I have a place like this. I want to take full advantage.
His “other” son, Jason, is going to be there tomorrow and I kinda like him. He stayed in New Orleans like Papa, while his two Brothers (Wynton and Branford) left. Oh wait, that’s the “other other” Brother – Delfeayo. LOL
Anyway, I’ve been wanting to go to this venue so I might as well go while I have some money. I’m not going to be able to get a hotel as often as I thought anyway, because I had to buy another Lulu.
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Looks like I’m gonna be up in the VA with the homeless people *sigh*
Make dua for me, People
(Pray for me)
(But don’t pray to no mystery god up in the sky that doesn’t exist)
(Pray to the ONE True and Living God, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad,
To Whom Praises Are Due Forever)
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I feel like I’m on a business trip. Lying in the hotel room typing on my laptop.
It feels good.
Kinda like what I expect if I go to NYC to interview Kool DJ Herc.
Aw man, not NYC again… 😀
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Why is another Second Line going down the block?
Then again, it might be the same one because it sounds like it’s coming from the other direction.
I wanna go out there SO BADLY, but then I don’t….
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THE MUSIC THO!
The only thing keeping me from going out there, is I know by the time I get dressed they’re gonna be gone and I’ve seen people running after Second Lines before and it is not a good look, but they sound like they stopped right outside!!!!
Oh Lort.
The music stopped.
I’m getting dressed
BRB
Nah, I sat up and the heat in the room just enveloped me like a warm hug.
Both Miles Davis and Duke Ellington wrote of bandmembers from New Orleans who got homesick and abandoned them.
I don’t recall reading or hearing about any musicians from anywhere else who did that.
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But anyway, I still can’t remember what else I wanted to write about.
Can you believe I had never seen that video? (Friday)
I mean I’ve seen the movie numerous times but I’ve never seen the music video.
Kinda funny to see Oshea getting his groove on.
Reminded me so much of my baby, Lil A.J.. When she was around four she used to throw her hands up and dance just like a gangsta. LOL
They always gotta put some hoes in the video though.
That’s the only part I didn’t like.
That’s like all I ever see Black women doing in the media.
Half-naked and twerkin’.
I mean, I’ve seen shows with Blackwomen working at the hospital or as cops. I mean, that show with G-Money had a Blackwoman and she was a housewife, but why we always gotta be fat? Can’t we be housewives and sexy? Get one of them hoes and put an apron and pearls on her and place her in the kitchen baking cookies for her well-adjusted children. Introduce her to your stove, Cube! lbvs
(Everything except the pole, doing drugs and f*in yo hoe. :/) (Just the part about baking pies 😀 )
But anyway, today is payday and I can finally clean up.
I mean, I haven’t showered since last Thursday, but I don’t stink.
I have the Love Allah scent.
You know how in some Muslim countries they don’t wear deodorant because it covers up your natural scent. Well, that’s what I’m rocking. My natural scent and it smells good.
Some people smell like booty or must.
But I’m a Muslimah and I just smell feminine.
Oh God.
Let me stop.
My pheromones already attract Brothers like moths to a flame.
I don’t want my cyberspace Brothers
Trying to hmu too. 😀
But yeah, it’s not the scent that bothers me.
It’s this layer of dust that has settled over my clothes.
I wish I could hand wash them to make SURE they get really clean.
The machine doesn’t get them as clean as I can
When I hand wash.
But these janky laundromats don’t even have sinks!
And I got banned from the two I know of that do.
SO
I might just have to wash them twice.
No, I know!
I’ll go to the janky laundromat that still has the top-loading machines
And I’ll just open it up and hand wash from the machine.
I’ve seen the Mexicans do that in L.A.
I just gotta get some quarters somewhere
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So, I’m reading the other Harriet biography and it’s basically the same
As the first one,
Just a little meatier.
All the same stories, except for one new one so far.
I haven’t heard one human voice since I’ve been here.
It’s almost like being in a cave up on a mountain.
I’m even surrounded by cement.
When I first got here,
I kept thinking
“What if we have an earthquake and all this cement falls down on me?!?!!!!“
Then I remembered
I’m in New Orleans 😀
LOL
So, then I felt really safe…
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The first thing I did after I felt I was safe
WAS
Dig in to that $2.00 APPLE.
Oh My God!
Why could I smell it as soon as I took it out my bag?!?!?!
So good……
(“Candy kisses everywhere…” LOL) (Sorry about the interracial thing they got going on. Just ignore it.) (“Race-mixing is SHAMEFUL!” – Elijah Muhammad [Peace Be Upon Him])
SO
I think the FIRST thing I’m gonna do is
WASH MY CLOTHES
But I’m not gonna be able to shower until
I can check into a hotel.
I might have to start going to the VA to shower.
BUT
I HATE BEING AROUND HOMELESS WHITE PEOPLE
Talk about WHITE TRASH!!!
I HATE THEM.
They group up together and it just makes me feel worse about Black People and our lack of unity. We’d rather befriend them than each other. I’ve seen a Black woman go up to a devil woman and put her arm around her and hug up on her, then when the devil got around the other devils, they just ignored the Sister and she was standing right there. They made a little circle and she was outside of it looking stupid. All I could do was shake my head because she was one of the “krewe du blondes” and hated me because I don’t like them.
She’s gonna learn one of these days, In sha Allah.
The white race is a race of devils.
But I don’t waste time on “rusty locks.”
SO
I
THINK
I’M
GOING
TO
GO
TO
WALMART
Smelling like Love Allah
AND
Just try and leave with a fabulous new bike
(Lulu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😥 😥 😥 )
That’ll make traveling easier
So, I can get my clothes
Wash them
And push to the hotel.
PRAY
Everything goes well for me today,
Brothers and Sisters
And May Our Saviour Allah, Who Came in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Bless Each One Of You With MONEY, A GOOD HOME and FRIENDSHIP IN ALL WALKS OF LIFE upon your submission to HIM.
Remember to seek HIS GUIDANCE in EVERYTHING YOU DO.
Say, “Allah Do You Want Me To Do This First or That?” “Allah Do You Want Me To Go Here First or There?”
And you can’t go wrong.
If you seek His Guidance in EVERYTHING you do, you cannot go astray.
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