Category: Nawlins’

HALLOWEEN 2015 IN NOLA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers!

New Orleans is outta control. They call it Raw-lins’ And I can bear witness, it gets pretty Raw out here.

Anyway, I left work on Friday. I can’t remember what I did.

Saturday, I made a garment – completely hand sewn, with material donated by The Hyatt Regency, courtesy of a Violet table cloth I happened to pass by.

Look, they built that hotel on my land. Everything in it is mine. They are the ones trespassing.

Anyway. Thanks for the iron, too.

I didn’t go anywhere all day. I’ve been like that out here. I go out on weekdays, but the past few weekends, I’ve stayed “home” all day. Both days. I just don’t feel like going anywhere. But weekdays I’m gone all day. I don’t know why. I just go by what Allah (God) Tells me to do. That’s why they can’t catch me. Unless I let them.

I’ve been eating so good. Zawji is such a good provider. I call him Razzaq, which is Allah’s (God) Attribute of Provider.

St. Somebody or other had their Homecoming Dance at the hotel. And I got so regretful and penitent remembering how my Zawji had begged me to go to his Homecoming, but my parents were so strict you would have thought they were Muslims.

I couldn’t go nowhere in High School. Not Homecoming, night dances, Ultra Wave, parties. NATHAN! They reluctantly let me go to Prom. No fanfare. Now, I wish they hadn’t. :/

Anyway, why did some little fast ass girl let this little Brother bring her right next to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, AND THEY START JUKIN’!!!!!!!!! #nolaslang

You know me. I do not condone fornication under any circumstances. So, I started making ALL KINDA noise. So, they would know that they were not alone! Why did they keep going? :/

So, then I said something. TWICE!!! I forgot what I said now, but they KEPT GOING. Lil’ freaks.

So, then I was like, “Next time, make him get you a ROOM!“

She must’ve felt cheap then, because they were gone in ten seconds.

Then later another couple came by – COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the first. They sounded like me and Zawji. We were married at birth. The Holy Qur-an calls it two parts of the same soul. Nafis in Arabic.

Anyway, it was obvious he respected his wife because he said, “Hello? Hello?” to make sure no one was there. I didn’t say nothing and just let them make love. It was cool too because there was other noise in the hotel and I didn’t even know when they had finished. He sounded like he had some money in his pocket too, or some jewelry or something though.

I ended up crying thinking how different my life would have been…….. 😥  Ididn’tevenask……  😥 😥 😥

So, every now and again I come across a pair of shoes. They’re always in fairly good condition. But, I love my Chucks. So, I always pass on them. I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.

But there’s been a pair of black sneaks right outside the hotel for at least a week. They might have been there before I went to the hospital. Nobody has taken them. Zawji told me they were for me. And I thought a thousand people probably (wait, I did go somewhere on Saturday. That was the day the Pelicans played the Golden State Warriors. Zawji wanted to go up there, so we went. I found two umbrellas. Kept the best one and tried to sell the other one. But everybody was pissed because Cali came out on top. I should’ve played up the color RED. Everybody had on red last night. They lost anyway. But if you’re gonna lose, at least look good.

Black people look so good in red. Especially our children.

I couldn’t lose because I live in New Orleans, but I’m from California. 😛 I think I was a little bit happier because The WARRIORS WON tho’ AGAIN!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ #worldchamps 😀 😀 #CALIFORNIA ❤

Anyway, I met a Sister and ended up giving her the umbrella.

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If anybody knows a Black Dentist in New Orleans, please comment with his/her information. I prefer a female. Thanks!

So anyway, I thought 10,000 people probably passed those sneakers tonight, but ZAWJI KNOWS BEST.

So, no sooner had I put them down in the Hideout than I noticed something jump out. It was a tawny brown and, at first glance, I thought it was a cricket. I’m from L.A. and even those are rare, but it was the first association I had. But, when I looked closer, I saw it was a little frog! With huge black eyes.

I played with it for a minute, then it hopped somewhere close to my stuff and I thought, “I can’t have you hidin’ out somewhere in the hideout.” I didn’t know his name yet. Zawji told me later, it’s Hopper.

So, I ended up putting it in a container and now I have a pet frog. Let me see if I can find a picture on Google. Okay, I can’t find a picture and it’s just as well, because it died last night. I tried to feed it a fruit fly but I couldn’t get it to eat. I should’ve let him go as soon as I thought about it. 😥 RIP Hopper ❤ ❤ ❤

I hate to say it but I learned, while eavesdropping on a devils’ tour of Congo Square, that according to them, Congo Square is where the devils dropped off their slaves while they went cavorting in the French Quarter. :/

The slaves tell it like they went there voluntarily. :/

Two sides to every story.

I also hate to say it but I LOVE Jazz musician funerals. Probably because I’ve never known either of them personally. But the MUSIC!

I went to Uncle Smokey’s wake staying outside for the most part because Muslims can get in BIG Trouble for going to a Christian funeral or wedding or even eating and drinking with them.

We are not allowed to socialize with Christians at all. The Holy Qur-an warns us that they will not stop trying to revert us back to their dirty religion importunately and incessantly.

I was able to tell one of Branford’s Doppels to tell Wynton about How To Eat To Live and had a ball singing my heart out to a Brass Band. It was the first time really. I loved it.

I finally admitted this morning that the music of New Orleans is the Dixieland Jazz they play in cartoons all the time. I remember one about a flea circus. But it sounds so much better now! LOL

What do kids know? 😉

If I could convince one of these jazz bands to let me sing with them…. YA’LL JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I would blow your mind! But I have to get approval from the King first. I was BORN to do this. Well, I enjoy it immensely. 😀

I was born to teach the good news to my Brothers and Sisters who have never heard it. And pray Allah opens their eyes, ears and hearts.

TO BE CONTINUED

At the Bank of the Mississippi

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

CRICKETS

WAVES

VIOLINS

And the low murmur of a steamboat…..

I just can’t bring myself to walk away…

The full moon begs me to stay…

Solitude, coupled with your willingness to abide by whatever I say…

Makes me contemplate…

The Sunrise Over The MISSISSIPPI…

River Rats 

Discover my presence

And Leave Me Be….

The crowds have long since dispersed,

After noting and appreciating my fine taste in music…

Drawn by the Lure of The Brass Band,

I find myself at the shore –

Celebrating our Anniversary….

Two months

Feel like

Two weeks

In

This

Matrix.

The Stars vie for notoriety,

Here among the moon and the reflection of lights on the water…

All I can see is your handsome face,

Moving in with the current,

In time with the harp,

The cymbals,

And the bells….

A tugboat hauls a tanker,

I watch it roll out again,

As another rolls in,

waves……. waves…… waves…… waves…… waves……

For days…….

Two-legged River rats

Come and go,

Disturbing my Peace….

….Think I’ll Come Back……

Sooner next time………

الله ❤

Happy Anniversary, Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤
This was one of the most memorable nights of my life.
I LOVE YOU FOREVER! ❤ ❤ ❤

Runaway Bride

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers

I know it’s been a minute since I’ve “checked in,” but I learnt from Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington, that it’s okay to take some time and gather your thoughts before writing about something.

However, before I get to my latest escapades…

*Somebody little, one of my children, no doubt, thought she was saying “Ice Capades” 😉 LOL*

I wanna share with you a tip I discovered while hand sewing this garment. (No machine 😦 but you Can’t Stop My Go!)

Instead of making a knot at the end of the thread before you start stitching; make the knot after you make your first insertion. I learned how to finish a stitch from this video. You can do the same thing in the beginning.

Just insert your needle twice and make the loop, pull the thread through a couple of times and then the needle. Then you can go on and sew without having to worry about tying a knot in the beginning.

Okay, now that I’ve stalled, let me tell you about my big faux pas.
(In NOLA, you have to speak a little French 😉 )

You know, my Zawji and I were supposed to get married on his birthday (the 22nd). I told you I’m still practicing, but that doesn’t explain my hiatus. Well, three days before the wedding, I got an extreme case of cold feet. And, I deliberately got busted shoplifting. The Security Guard was just as cool as the devil manager was evil. He gave me so many opportunities to retain my freedom. Some Black cops and Sheriffs seem to be acutely aware of the PTSD Black people like me suffer from.

But all I could think about was a shower. I knew I didn’t want to go back to jail, because I would’ve had to remove my headpiece, AND I would’ve been out in two days and like I wrote previously, cold feet… So, I acted crazy enough to get committed to the psych ward.

It was new because I’ve been to jail. And, I’ve been to the psych ward. I’ve even been to the psych ward in jail, but I’d never been to jail in the psych ward (hospital).

Zawji tried so hard to get me out in time for the wedding. But, I wouldn’t let him. I got caught up in getting married and completely forgot that I was supposed to be his birthday present. 😥

But Allah is The Best Knower and The Best Planner and
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON.

While in the hospital I had an epiphany. Rather, a recollection of something I had completely forgotten. I went on a date with a Brother when my husband was away!

I know right? Me? Never woulda thunk.

But, he shipped out right after we got married and I had just learnt I was pregnant, but I was still partying and carrying on like a single woman.

In fact, the only reason I STOPPED partying is because this Brother –
at a party – told me (six-months pregnant by then :/ ),
“If you were my woman, I would beat your ass.“

*Thank-you Brother, by the way. If more Black men would take control of their women, we wouldn’t be in such a bad condition – AS A NATION.

So, anyway, in the hospital, in which I had a beautiful view of Canal Street overlooking a luscious waterfall fountain. This was, by far, the nicest psych emergency room I’ve ever visited. It’s so crazy because everything in NOLA is either BRAND NEW or completely dilapidated and in a state of disrepair due to Hurricane Katrina. It’s like living in a bi-polar city; TWO EXTREMES.

I got a good taste of it last night. I felt like getting out. The plan was to go to Tremé to visit Hisaan – Damisha’s Baby Daddy. Yes Gir, I have to put you on blast for trying to pass that horsebaby off as my Zawji’s. We both know your Baby Daddy is a horse. And yes, Black people, bestiality and grafting is alive and well in America. Damisha’s horsebaby is proof.

I seriously hope you were artificially inseminated. Although, J’me told me she saw a video of a woman having sex with a horse at Ice T’s club. :/

Anyway, I came up on somebody’s lunch the other day at the Greyhound station (Thanks Zawji! 😉 ❤ ) and it was full of apples. So, I was on my way to give him one and I stopped to take a rest and he “told” me to eat it.

So, afterwards, I was gonna go anyway, with just me, but I thought he might be sleeping, so I stopped in “The Lion’s Den” and listened to this broadcast of a live show and the Brass Band had me open deep and wide! I tried to go catch the show, but couldn’t find it. Ended up in The French Quarter and then at the banks of the Mississippi, once again.

I’ve been in NOLA nearly two months and I’m still seeing new sights!!! I don’t see how anybody can view one week as long enough to take a holiday. True, we did see alot on our family trip to Hawaii, but I think that’s just because my parents gave me and my Sister liberty to roam the city one afternoon and if we didn’t find a party! #onlyme

But anyway, this time I took the Riverwalk and if that shit wasn’t the most romantic thing (2nd) I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. I took it to the end/beginning of Canal Street and the chasm between the haves and the have-nots there is strikingly palpable.

I almost fell on my knees in succor to my Brothers and Sisters, beseeching them to unite and open a hotel. If we would boycott ONE DAY, we would shut this city down.

We are too complacent – too satisfied with crumbs. I’m convinced every devil visiting this city is a billionaire. The hotels, restaurants, bars, stores, etc. are too nice. One hotel has four lanes for Valet parking!!! It looks like fucking LAX!!! But instead of uniting and trying to get some of that Cream at the top,

We’re content with the Crumbs that fall off the table to the floor. Even raising the minimum wage to $15/hour is horseshit compared to the wealth I saw last night.

But anyway, back to the hospital. I stayed until they let me go. They didn’t want to, but I wouldn’t cooperate. It was nice, much nicer than any of my reses in NOLA, but ever since I heard a Brother say that anywhere you can’t walk down the street is jail, I’ve never been content to stay in any psych ward longer than necessary. I don’t care how nice it is.

It was after Zawji’s big day, but I remembered going on that date. I know it was after I was married because I ordered three hot dogs, rather, I had the Brother buy me three hot dogs. So I know I had to have been preggers. I would not have eaten that much if I wasn’t. I feel horrible.

I swear I have split personalities. I know I wasn’t showing at the time and the poor Brother didn’t find out I was pregnant until months later, when I saw him at the Fox Hills Mall.

Anyway, that little detail from my past has been buried for over 24 years only to be uncovered right before I was scheduled to be married again. All things work for good for them who love the Lord. So, it’s all good. It helped me realize I need to rework my plan for staying committed. All Praise is Due to Allah.

I’m so sorry, Beloved Honey-Sweet Zawji. Your birthday comes only once a year. We can wait or we can do like our poor foreparents, who had no knowledge of the date and just say we did it on your birthday. Whichever pleases you, My King. I submit. This is the last issue I had to overcome. It’s smooth sailing from here.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

I LOVE YOU!

Nomorerunnin’………

#dtno

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers

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So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.

Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.

So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.

So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.

But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.

So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. :/ I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.

So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.

It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.

So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.

In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT  CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.

Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.

All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤

So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛

But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!

All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.

I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!

So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛

ZAWJI KNOWS BEST

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,

So, “yesterday” 😉 I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for the past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.

(‘Member this????? What the hell happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ❤ ALLAH)

…..

So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.

I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. ❤ ❤ ❤ So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium” 😉 Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.

But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” 😉

So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.

So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!

Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat!  #yaheard?#lotswife

Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. :/ #howtoeattolive #backthentoo 😉 #canthelpit 😀 Zawji and Allah are always watching out for ❤ .

So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU ❤ ❤ ❤
7 DAYZ 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. 😀 😀 😀
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤

So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.

They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.

I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!

So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.

I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.

This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.

So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with Homeless people and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” :/ I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.

So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.

It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. 😉

So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again. :/

VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? 😥 😥 😥 Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Wish you were here!

So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.

I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but dang, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. 😉

So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ 😛 I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!

Al Hamdulillah!!!!

All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!

Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Yesterday, I woke up and really, rea

LA vs. NOT LA, I MEAN NOLA ;)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

LA, where I’m from is like “girly” That’s the only way I know how to put it. While NOLA is “boyish”.

In L.A. we have roses everywhere. I mean, you step outside of your house and in any direction you travel, every yard has roses. I’ve been in NOLA for one month and eight dayz, traveled all over the city (and it is bigger than you think) and I have found ONE HOUSE with a rose bush. ONE! And she watches those bad boys like a hawk! I was able to steal one last night. I had too. I am the person who used to walk around L.A. with a ROSE everyday!!! EVERYDAY, you would see me carrying a rose. And then I come out here, and didn’t see ONE ROSE until I had been here over a month. Talk about withdrawal symptoms.

I’ve never experienced homesickness, but when I hear people say, “To Live and Die in L.A.” and how they wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, I agreed til I came here. I mean I love NOLA, there is no city like it in the world, but it is the complete opposite of my L.A. – Roses, Butterflies, Honeybees, Hummingbirds, Rainbows, Beaches and Mountains……

NOLA is like for boys. They have lizards and dragonflies, frogs and mosquitos and shit.

Swamps and alligators and I’ve always been somewhat of a tomboy, but damn.

Change is cool. Diversity is the spice of life, or whatever the saying is, I think it’s variety. But damn, can I see a mountain, please?!?!?!?!?!?!

Just like the roses, I don’t know how to act if I can’t go outside and see a mountain range……… *deep breath Love*

The beaches are hard to deal with being away from, but the mountain range, I took for granted. They were just always there, you know. I just moved from Ontario! Their city symbol is a mountain range!

NOLA is crazy. OMG Last night they had this Crimestoppers event with events all over the city. It was fun. I was on my bike (Zawji gave me a bike a couple dayz ago) and I came across a group of bikers. I hung out with them a little bit and this one Brother in the back was trying to get it on! I was like, “Oh no, Brother, I don’t do that anymore, I’m married.” He was not trying to hear it. I’m explaining how I don’t have casual sex. It’s not worth it and I’m very much in love with my husband. Then I look down, and he’s got his dick hanging out his fly. Like nothing! I was like, “When did you do that?” LOL I was done. SMH He’s steadily licking his lips and I’m like “I gotta go. Ya’ll are too wild….”

Then the homie told me it was “Turnt up Tuesday” I was like, “What’s that?” He said some new joint. Let me see if it’s on YT.

I can’t find any particular song yet. But apparently, that’s the thing.

Anyway, I was upset because of something, and I went to see the homie Satch, and I was sitting down writing by the fountain and somebody stole my bike!

So, I’m pissed naturally, cause Louie was supposed to be watching it! But he told me that they really needed it and I thought back to this Brother I had passed on my way to the park who looked tired from a long day at work and here I am joyriding and he’s walking.

So, I thought, if somebody like him got it, I’m PLEASED.

So, then I leave, walking like “somebody done stole my fucking bike….” LOL and then I see this Brother on a bike that looked exactly like mine.

I was like, “Naa, couldn’t be!” But I yelled out, “Get off my bike!” He kept riding. So, I said it again a little louder, “Get off my bike!” He went into a parking lot and I had to run a little because if anybody is going to joyride on MY bike, it’s going to be ME!

So, I said, “That’s my bike!” and he got off and I got closer and sure enough, it was my bike. I was like, Only me.

Turned out to be one of the Brothers I had met on Sunday at the park. I’m getting ahead of myself in my writing. I have another half of a journal to write before I get up to now. But I just feel like writing……..

I wish I could take the music of NOTLA back to L.A.

And the food……. It’s like Heaven. I felt so guilty when I found this fruit pie and I thought it was going to taste like those little cheap fifty cent fruit pies you get at the liquor store. I almost came that shit was go fucking good. Astagfirullah! But NOLA…….

I don’t know bout you……..

BLACK BUSINESS IN NOLA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers

WE MUST MAKE JOBS FOR OURSELVES

Whereas, Los Angeles, heretofore known as L.A. is built on mostly chain stores and franchises, New Orleans, heretofore known as NOLA, is made up of private family-owned business, of which many have been doing business since the 1800s.

I LOVE the entrepreneurial spirit it fills me with but unfortunately, the majority of Black residents just go get jobs in hotels or restaurants. Fortunately, many of the fast-food restaurants are owned by Black People. Also, some of the nicer restaurants, but I have not seen a Black-owned hotel, which is where the bulk of the money lies in a city whose Number one Industry is TOURISM.

I’m trying my best to get the Brothers to unite and open their own hotel, so they can tap into the money from the top and not just scrape up the crumbs that fall from the devil’s convention room tables. :/

The Masons work as freelancers or start businesses but they are few and far-between.

The ones who work for these big hotels and restaurants don’t even receive benefits and the minimum wage here is $7.25! And, I’m sure the employees number at least 300 in the hotel I’m staying in.

I used to sit and watch in wonder when I saw BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS here in NOLA.

I don’t recall EVER seeing a Black construction worker in Los Angeles. I’ve heard all about the “Good ‘Ol Days” when construction jobs were plentiful for Blackmen. Those days are long gone – taken over by Hispanics.

I understand the Blackman’s resentment, but it is misdirected. It is NOT the Hispanics’ fault that the whiteman prefers him over us. Be mad at the devil. He does these types of things DELIBERATELY. First, to leave you unemployed and Secondly, to divide us from our Red half-Brothers.

THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM) taught us until he was unable to teach anymore, that we MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF, or else we would be FORCED to do something for self, which is going on now.

They have something out here in NOLA called “THE BLACKBOOK” (Allah (swt) Has Truly Blessed Me with some invaluable resources and opportunities since I’ve been in New Orleans.) and it lists Black-owned businesses.

There are profiles of business owners and almost all of them were FORCED to open their own businesses after they found themselves unexpectedly unemployed (fired).

I used to get happy when I saw the Black Construction Workers out here working diligently on the many reconstruction efforts going on all over the city here in NOLA, then I thought about it and realized, we’ve been building the buildings here in America for the devils, since they brought us here to do just that!

I am proud of my Brothers for opening their own companies and working independently, gaining contracts to build these buildings, but I will be ecstatic to see the day when we are able to build OUR OWN infrastructure for OUR OWN BLACK NATION.

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Brotherhood Way General Contractors
2004 St. Andrew St., (504) 287-4416; www.teambwc.com
Contractors provide construction and energy services and specialize in new and commercial construction, energy efficiency and electrical, mechanical and solar PV work.

CHECK THE BLACKBOOK FOR A FULL LISTING OF BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS/CONTRACTORS AS WELL AS ANY OTHER BUSINESS OR SERVICE YOU MAY NEED.

My Brothers and Sisters, currently employed by the devils, seek out your own by using this invaluable resource – THE BLACKBOOK – and offer your services as an apprentice or intern; do your best to help your Brother or Sister’s business grow and prosper; learn the business and then OPEN YOUR OWN.

That “climbing the corporate ladder” idea should have never been a part of our conversations, except to discourage each other from such thinking. You get the job, learn the business, “stack your paper” and open your own. Whatever you do for the devil, you can do for your own self.

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FIRST FAMILY OF JAZZ…….

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Black Family

Sometimes, I forget how high NOLA is on the musical scale of cities in America. Twice, I’ve walked into businesses that looked like little restaurants only to discover they had huge theatres in the back suitable for orchestral performances! (You know I trespass) so, I snuck into one of them and there was a STEINWAY CONCERT GRAND PIANO, just there, like nothing!!!! I was like OMG!!!! If I had had my wits about me, I would have fingered the keys a little, at least, and if I had pushed my luck a little more, (like I normally do 😉 ) I would’ve played it a little bit, if not to see how it sounds then for braggin’ rights! Shiiiiiiiiid, a STEINWAY? Hell Yeah!

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You can imagine how much they cost.

I can’t help but think back to our little Watts Towers Arts Center and how long they had just a regular piano on their wish list…… And here I just happen to walk into a regular (albeit Jazz inspired) little coffee house and there’s this lush auditorium boasting this beauty!!!
You’re a long way from home, Love…..

I tried to go see Big Poppa Ellis Marsalis, one night, hoping his sons would be there to join him onstage. They’re from Nawlin’s, ya know… But alas, I had not been in town too long and didn’t know where I was going, didn’t have bus (streetcar – I hate that name. I mean aren’t all cars “streetcars?” It’s a fucking trolley. I call it the train. I don’t give a damn if they know I’m from out of town. Shiiid, Foo, I’m from L.A!! Ya betta recognize and Bow Down!!!) fare and ended up walking all night. I kept going long after I knew I had missed the show, just because I was in a new area and it was beautiful.

All of the other neighborhoods I had been in were devastated by Katrina, but this one, not so much. Later, I learned that I was in an area called “Uptown” and it had not been touched by Hurricane Katrina nor the ensuing damaging that followed due to the breakage of the levees. Naturally, this was the more affluent section of town. (Almost every lawn had a paper!) I had not seen one home in the Black neighborhood with a newspaper on the lawn. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I saw any houses in the Black neighborhood with a lawn period. :/

That’s where Zawji bought our house. It’s in a nice neighborhood on a nice quiet street and you know I trespassed and got a good look around. Our kids children have their own apartments. There’s a pool. And a house in the back for our business ventures. Zawji wan….. Okay, My One Love, I won’t let your secret out of the bag although…..

There are two lesser-known Marsalises, one plays vibes and drums. His name is Jason. Another one Delfeayo, is like seemingly, deliberately avoiding stardom, in deference to the hometown love he gets as part of the artists community here in his home town.

I saw him in a “Great Day In New Orleans” photograph taken back in the nineties, but still locate his name highlighted at concert venues around the city at least twice weekly!

So cheah, they got it goin’ on…..

At Last…….

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AFTER ALL THIS TIME

AT LAST! YOU’RE MINE

I USED TO SAY

“IF IT HURTS –

THAT’S NOT LOVE…“

BUT LOVE HAS TO HURT

AT LEAST ONCE

….

JUST SO YOU’LL KNOW

HOW IT FEELS

AND SO YOU’LL

NEVER

PUT SOMEONE ELSE

THROUGH THE SAME

PAIN.

“Is there anything 

I can get for you, Beloved Zawji???”

Zawji means “Boss” 😀

Not really, 😉

It means, “My Husband”

Which means, “My Boss” 😉

MOSSY

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers & Sisters

One of the first things I noticed when I moved out here (N.O.L.A. – New Orleans, Louisiana) is that there’s a lot of moss on the trees.

I’ve always loved moss and immediately removed my glove upon my arrival, so I could caress its velvety softness.

A lot of girls have license plates that say “Mossy” out here. 😛

*This is what started it….* #Doyathinkthisiswhyshesnotmarriednemore??? :/ SOMEBODY SEND HER A LINK A$AP!!!

In any case, every time I see it (moss), I can’t help but be reminded of our Dear Sister, Sister Harriet “Moses” Tubman, who would use the moss to determine the direction in which to travel.

Moss always grows on the NORTH side of a tree.

Black People in America have no idea how important we are in the history and future of the Universe.

Allah (God) Has Placed SIGNS in the Universe that date back to antiquity to Let Us Know.

A. Moss grows on the North Side of trees

B. The North Star is the ONLY Star in the Universe that does not move.
ALL OF THE OTHER STARS TRAVEL IN AN ORBIT ACROSS THE SKY.

Do you know how long the stars have been created?
Do you realize how long moss has grown on trees?

We are some very important people, Brothers & Sisters.
Never underestimate your value.

We (you Brothers) were CREATED TO RULE THE UNIVERSE.

QUALIFY YOURSELVES.

READ

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

BY CLICKING THE BOOK COVER ABOVE.

And garner the Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding that will Return you to your Rightful Place ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM!!!