Category: The Blackwoman in America

Foods To Avoid

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How to Eat to Live, Book One

CHAPTER 32

Foods to Avoid

We should not be asking questions about what kind of foods to eat as much as we should be trying to eat one meal a day. This is where good health and the prolongation of life come from. Good health and the prolongation of life come from abstaining from filling our stomachs too frequently with food of any kind – good or bad. Of this I can assure you from self-experience.

If we keep food going into our stomachs only once every 24 hours or 48 hours, and do not get the foolish idea that this cannot be done, then we can train our stomachs to eat once a week and our stomachs will not call for food more than once a week. This has been tried. If we could eat one meal a week, we could live as long as Methuselah.

We can get away from eating animal flesh and all kinds of scavenger sea foods. Do not eat large fish that weigh over 50 pounds – such as canned tuna. Sometimes this canned tuna comes from a fish that weighs nearly a thousand pounds or more. Do not eat halibut, catfish, or carp.

There is a cheap fish called buffalo (white buffalo) that you can eat. But do not eat any stale fish if you can help it.

Even fish is not very good for us, due to their animal-like instincts in the water. But we eat them, and it is not a sin to eat them (edible fish).

Many of the bass fish that are found in lakes, rivers, and running stream water are good to eat. White fish, channel trout (which is better), river trout and most perch are good to eat. You may eat fish that weigh from one and a half to four or five pounds.

We were reared on the animal flesh that was the divinely-prohibited flesh (the hog). We must not eat or put our hands on the carcass of the hog, or sit around a place where it is being slaughtered or cooked. We should not even get the odor of it in our nostrils. It is a sin to deliberately stand and smell it being slaughtered or cooked. The devil did this harm to you and me and to the people all over the earth. Of course, we cannot blame him for doing this, because he was not created to do righteousness, anyway. Do not think hard of them for anything they do or teach you to do, because they are just doing their job. Nature has made them to be as they are. I pray Allah that He will remove them from the planet earth, so they will not deceive and misguide people from the right way.

Eat only one meal a day and do not take food between meals, unless you are sick. A person that is sick and weak is excluded from the above said time of eating.

Remember, do not eat those ugly horse beans that you have been eating (lima beans, field peas, etc.). Eat only small navy beans. They are white and pink in color. There are also large beans of the same color, but do not eat the great big beans — eat the small ones. Cook them thoroughly. Feed them to your children.

Do not eat freshly baked cakes. Give them a day to dry out, after baking. Do not ever hurry bread to bake, because it is better for us if it has been baked twice.

Stay away from eating fried foods. Do not make a habit of filling your stomach with aged cheese. Eat cream cheese as much as possible, it is better for your digestive system.

Stay away from eating all meat and vegetables that are canned in metal cans as much as possible. Sometimes we are forced to eat them because we do not have any other. Try to get your food canned in jars; or while the food is in season, buy it and can it in glass jars yourself. If you eat a vegetable meal, try to get fresh vegetables, if you can purchase them from a market.

Remember to eat one meal a day, regardless to your type of work. You can live on one meal a day. This will help keep your doctor away from your door. Of course, eating one meal every two days or three days is even better, but you are not going to apply yourself to eating once every two or three days, so try and eat only one meal every 24 hours. Make a habit of this and you will feel better and have fewer ailments.

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The Poisonous Animal Eater

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How to Eat to Live, Book One

CHAPTER 34

The Poisonous Animal Eater

God, in the Bible, through his prophets, has condemned the eating of the poisonous animal (swine).

Leviticus 11:7-8 “And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be cloven-footed, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you. Of their flesh shall ye not eat, and their carcass shall ye not touch; they are unclean to you.”

The dietary law given to Israel by Moses is true today. Israel was given the proper food to eat Jehovah approved for them, and that which was forbidden to eat we should not eat today.

The Christians have said that since Jesus the swine is good to eat, because Jesus made it good in his teachings. But this is all false and a shield for the Christians’ eating the divinely-prohibited flesh of the filthy swine. They even teach you that he has a poison in his flesh. They call it the trichina worm, that is only revealed under a microscope. High school children have microscope sets to see this worm in the flesh of swine. But yet they eat it. Why? Because their teacher eats it and their teacher was the slave master and his children. The white race teaches that we should obey the law of God, but they themselves disobey. And they want you to disobey the law of God. Why? Because they are the devil-opponents of righteousness and all the right laws given from the author of righteousness. They want you and me to disobey Allah’s laws, so that we will come under the curse and destruction of Almighty God, Allah, as they know they are doomed and they hope that you and I will suffer the same.

Through the eye of the microscope, we see this poisonous worm, that will creep in our own flesh if we eat the poisonous animal, swine, hog, or whatever you may call him.

The nature of the hog is to eat and thrive on anything edible – filth, or clean food. But, clean food will not remove the pork worm (trichina). The worm travels from our mouth into our stomach; from our stomach into the walls of the intestines; from the walls of the intestines, he weaves his way into the muscles of our body; from there, into the spinal cord and up to our soft gray matter (brain). He is there to stay, until the preacher says “from dust we came, and to dust we returneth.”

The hog or swine causes many ailments of various symptoms (names) mentioned. Medical scientists know what has caused these symptoms that we are troubled with. The medical scientists know that the hog is unfit for our consumption. Medical scientists also know that the swine will shorten our lives. But, medical scientists also know that they can get rich from the effect of the swine in our bodies, as the hog raiser can get rich by selling 100 or 200 pounds of poison that will take us away gradually. It does not take us away quickly, but gradually. The pork worm will finally bring you and me to our grave.

Not to think of eating the swine, Leviticus mentions in the 8th verse that we shall not even touch the carcass of the swine. But, we are not only touching the carcass, we are eating the carcass.

Isaiah 66:17 condemns the people who think it is all right to eat the swine, just because white people eat it, and they think they can be holy in the presence of God, or in religion they call Christianity (which they received and have been taught is a God-verified religion). This is wrong. God never verified Christianity as being His religion. If He did, He changed His Mind when he taught the prophets to submit to Him. His religion is entire submission to Him. The Arabic word for this is Islam, which means to submit.

There are so many little new groups that call themselves sanctified, holy, Jesusfied, Christified, and Godified. Such people should read this chapter, Isaiah 66:17-18.

“They that sanctify themselves, and purify themselves in the gardens behind one in the midst (the one in the midst is the preacher, inviting them to disobey the law of God), eating swine’s flesh, and the abomination, and the mouse, shall be consumed together, saith the Lord.”

Death is for you who eat the swine. God will not accept swine eaters as His people, after knowledge that the swine is a divinely-prohibited flesh. The hog (swine), God has taught me, in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom praise is due forever, was made from the grafting of cat and dog. The rat is mentioned in the above quoted verse of Isaiah, but the cat and dog are not mentioned. The white theologians knew that if they had given the names of these two animals (the cat and the dog), you would have probably not accepted the hog. But, Who is better knowing than Allah.

The hog was made, Allah taught me, for medical purposes, to cure the white man’s many diseases, since he had been grafted out of the black man, and he attracted germs and diseases easily that were possibly incurable. At that time, the Arab medical scientists did not have anything that would kill most, or probably all, of his diseases, so they made a medicine for him – that is the hog. The hog contains, Allah said to me, 999 poisonous germs. This is what makes up the hog. And, the Christian will look at you, with a Bible at home and in his pocket, and say, if you do not eat it, “what is wrong with the hog?” They will even ask you what is wrong with strong alcoholic drinks (whiskey, beer, and wine). This proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that we have been reared and taught by an enemy of God, the real devil in person (the white race). Therefore, we are before God, today, with the sin of the white man, which He offers to forgive us for, if we now will accept the truth and will walk and practice righteousness, in the path of the righteous.

In the 17th verse the swine is called the abomination (this means hated). It is true that all good Muslims hate a swine. Some places, in the dominant areas of Islam, you will be killed if you carry any swine among them.

See Isaiah 66:18: “For I know their works and their thoughts: it shall come, that I will gather all nations and tongues; and they shall come, and see my glory.”

The glory means the right way that He will teach the people in the last days; that He will approve of our doing what He gives to us in the Resurrection. He knows your works that ignore His law of righteousness, given to His prophets of old, and your self-centered thoughts, or your thinking that you can deceive others, while breaking the law of God, into thinking you are right in eating the swine. But, He has promised death to you in the 17th verse. He will consume such people all together.

We must remember that these warnings given in the 17th and 18th verses of Isaiah are referring to the general resurrection, and the accountability of our actions and disobedience to the law of God, because the 18th verse says, “…it shall come that I will gather all nations and tongues.”

This is also prophesied in Matthew 25:32: “And before him shall be gathered all nations…”

Since the white race is more guilty than anyone else of breaking the law of Allah (God), He threatens with chastisement and total destruction. We may quote Isaiah 65:15. It reads like this: “And ye shall leave your name for a curse unto my chosen; for the Lord God shall slay thee (the disobedient white race), and call his servants by another name.”

Here we are warned that God will not accept us in the name of the white race, because He has another name that He will call us by, and He mentions this throughout Isaiah and the New Testament. We must have a name of God and not the name of an enemy of God

Isaiah 56:1-5: “I am sought of them that asked not for (the lost-found members of the Black Nation are the ones who never sought after Allah, because they did not know how. The enemy did not teach them how to seek Allah, since they did not obey Allah, themselves); I am found to them (lost-found Black people – so-called Negro) that sought me not: I said Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called by my name.

“I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that was not good (This is referring to Israel, to whom God sent prophet after prophet, to guide them into the right way, who rebelled against right guidance and then made a religion called Christianity, after their way of thinking, and put the name of Jesus on that religion to make us drink down the falsity they added to Jesus’ teachings), after their own thoughts; A people that provoketh me to anger continually to my face; that sacrificeth in gardens, and burneth incense upon altars of brick (they barbecue the hog upon bricks and call it their barbecue stand); which remain among the graves (the graves mean their homes),….which eat swine’s flesh, and broth of the abominable things is in their vessels (this is referring to hog or swine in their vessels); which say, stand by thyself (This is referring to the Muslims, when it says stand by thyself), come not mean only Israel or the white race, but the white race has made the so-called Negro follow his religion, say the same and especially those who claim sanctification in Christianity.)

“These are a smoke (the offensive smell of the cooking of swine flesh)…a fire that burneth all the day (the Christian is cooking the flesh of the swine all day long and the Muslims and the obedient servant of Allah (God), smell this flesh, prohibited by God, which is a stink to their nostrils, being cooked. They feel they are guilty of being partakers of the cooking and eating of the swine flesh, by smelling the poisonous odor.)”

Keep away from the filthy swine. Do as Allah (God) bids you. Do not eat its flesh or touch its carcass.

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Beautiful Appearance And Long Life

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How to Eat to Live, Book One

CHAPTER 35

Beautiful Appearance and Long Life

Allah, in the person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praise is due forever, came to give us a spiritual life which would automatically give us a physical life of Himself (the life of the righteous), which we lost by following other than righteous guides.

We cannot be successful in making the progress of a spiritual life, unless we have the guidance for the physical life. This guidance comes to us through laws, rules and regulations of our physical life.

We must make this teaching of eating once a day binding upon us, as a law, in order to get any good from it, as Allah (God) desires. The purpose of these dietary laws and the time that we should partake of food is to lengthen our lives, by ridding us of the greedy desire to eat three times a day and between meals if we are offered food.

The main purpose of this teaching, “How to Eat to Live,” is to prolong our lives.

Beauty appearance is destroyed in us – not just our facial appearance, but the most beautiful appearance about us, our characteristics (the way we act and practice our way of life). We achieve one of the greatest beauties when we achieve the spiritual beauty and characteristics through practicing them. We achieve the spiritual beauty through practicing or carrying into practice the spiritual laws.

We know that we have been made ugly by our enemies’ rearing of our parents. We know that many of our people throughout the earth have been made ugly by not practicing culture that would beautify them. But we are blessed that God, Himself, has visited us to guide us in His way. What people on the earth has God visited in person today, other than you and me here in America?

The Wisdom that He teaches us is the Wisdom of God and of the Gods. It is Supreme Wisdom, because it is above and far ahead of what we have ever heard and what we see practiced by others today. Should we not obey that which is good for us, when we are members of the nation of good? Why should we not practice that which is good for us?

It has come to us and Allah (God) has said that it is ourselves that He is giving to us. Should we not accept the good for ourselves, instead of accepting evil and disobedience to the law of goodness, when the bible verifies this truth?

Why should you and I not accept such good teaching and practice it? It will do away with sickness and keep death standing outside our doors for a long time – for many years. Think over Methuselah and Noah who kept death standing outside of the door for nearly one thousand years. Now we cannot stay here one century, which is one tenth of that time. We invite death inside the door, instead of obeying a law of God that will keep it outside for a long time.

Eat one meal a day. Stay away from the hog, of which 10 ounces takes away from you, God has said, three one-hundredths percent of the beauty appearance.

This civilization has a thousand and one things for you to eat. It is not necessary for you to go around trying to eat everything people say to eat to have good health. But, what you eat, let it be good and do not eat yourself to death at that one meal a day. This book has described to you good, common food. You do not have to be rich to purchase it.

And I would not like you to follow the Bible in Genesis where Adam is told to go and eat of all the herbs of the earth. There are some poisonous herbs that would have killed Adam. This is a mistake that the theologians put in the Bible. You cannot eat all herbs; some of them will kill you. But, eat the best of herbs that God approves for you and me and do not think He approved of Adam eating all the herbs of the earth.

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Mother-Dear’s House

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

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I miss Mother-Dear’s house.

– And my Grandfather.

It was his house too. 😀

“This a-way, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie…“

“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack…“

“Down the dusty road…”

And “Punchanella 47“

I wish I could find an “adult-sized” “SIT N SPIN”

I would ride it until it made me sick!

That thing was so fun!!!

It sat in the same backyard where Granddaddy wrung that bird around by its neck

Then put it back down on the ground, with its neck broken and head hanging off to the side but still running around!!!

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Christmas and Easter

And whenever Uncle Ted came to town

Or just any old day of the week

Uncle Mike with the DJ Equip and the crates full of records

(And “Playboy” magazines under the bed)

Thought nobody knew about those, huh, Uncle Mike?

So musically, inclined,

– The whole family

I had a trombone lesson where I learned how to play with my foot

Because I was too little to reach the notes with my hand.

Uncle Mike with his cloud for an afro and platform shoes

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“I love my nieces to pieces!” He would say, in reference to the cartoon we used to watch

I love you too, Uncle Mike!

*****

There was always company

And Ice Cream
(Mother-Dear just called it, “Cream“)

Pineapple soda

And Cinnamon Toast

Nico, Kim and Danielle

Eric, Lyndon, Jr. and Rachel

And sometimes, Little Mike…

Having to read the Bible

When we got in trouble

Big cousins “speed-reading” LOL

“Open your mouth and close your eyes and I’ll give you something to make you wise.”

– DOG FOOD

Putting the burned (“sterilized” 😀 ) ends of broomstick sticks in our ears to keep the holes from closing #ghettofabulous

“Che, Che, Cool-ay”

Boys running barefoot in the street, racing cars…
(I wonder if the slang term, “juicin'” came from O.J.???)

Homemade Go-Carts from shopping cart wheels

Anita Ward ringing in my ears all night after hearing it all day

Sitting on the tire in the bed of Grandaddy’s Big Red Truck
Before it was illegal to ride in the back

Walking to the corner store to trade bottles for candy

Using a bottle opener to open RC Colas before you left the store

Granddaddy always had peanut brittle

And Mother-Dear always had Saltines and that gross-looking peanut butter from 32nd Street Market that you had to stir to mix the oil back into it

They’re both gone now

– Mother-Dear and 32nd Street Market

REGENTRIFICATION

*****

You had better not leave a toy there

At Mother-Dear’s house

Because it was sure to be broken

When you went back to get it.

PONG from Cal Worthington

Forced to watch the news with the grown-ups

And constantly reminded that my father was not a glass-maker

“Let’s see who can be quiet the longest!!!”

– Never won that game :/

Mannish little next-door neighbor
Always tryna do “The Grown-up”
*sigh*

Grandaddy’s Big Red Leather Recliner
That you had to get out of
As soon as you saw him coming

He had a song for everything you said

Called me “Grandma Moses” when I was four-years-old

Could raise his ears up and down

But they called him, “Poke”

Short for “Slow-Poke”

At least I had it honest

Don’t have that problem anymore, now that I’m a Muslim

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They said children weren’t allowed to visit in the hospital
I still don’t understand that rule.
We want to see our loved one too!

Centinela Hospital
But they wouldn’t let me see him

July 4, I think, 1979, maybe

We cleaned the whole house,

“I need the Fantastik!”

It went downhill from there.

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Mother-Dear used to get up in the middle of the night and drink apple cider vinegar
With her feet in the oven

And she would say how Poke would love to have seen whatever it was we were doing

*****

Trying to find “elbow grease” under the kitchen sink

Mother-Dear’s Mother calling our jeans, “britches” and our earrings, “ear-screws” and asking us, why were we running around in our “stocking-feet?“

You had to take your shoes off at Mother-Dear’s house. We weren’t even Muslims yet either. You just had to do it. It felt right.

But try finding that one shoe or sock when it was time to go home!
(Good Luck!)

Plastic-covered furniture that used to stick to your legs in the Summer and that big dinosaur against the wall that used to play 8-tracks once upon a time…

Adults doing certain dances to certain songs
I had to live a little before I figured that one out!

The big TV with the little TV on top
With a hanger for an antenna
And a pair of pliers in lieu of a knob

ALWAYS on Channel 40 :/

Kneeling around the bed for “The Lord’s Prayer”

 Asking Mother-Dear’s Mother (who was born in 1901) if she remembered Marcus Garvey and his “Back To Africa” Movement

She didn’t. Even though his movement was global and she was in her twenties at its height. :/ Go figure. I guess I didn’t get my political activism from her.

But she did remember when they first got electricity; “Everything just got better,” she said.

She told me she knew a man who used to turn on his light just so he could light his candle.

She also told me she remembered when they started eating pigs.”She said the barn burned down and it smelled edible. Before that pigs were just used for medicine.

I miss those days at Mother-Dear’s house. That’s it in the picture. But it was pink when Mother-Dear lived in it. And there was no tree in the front

Sitting on the front porch, getting your hair combed

Spending the night with your cousins when the grown-ups went out
And trying to stay up all night, which was easy after watching “Night of the Living Dead”

Nico getting OUT the sofabed to brush out the crumbs from the crackers we had been eating and I’m trying to be low-key knowing for sure we were going to get in trouble.
She didn’t care though. I’m pretty sure Grandaddy was right there sleep in his “Big Chair” but she taught me how to make it do what it do!

Seems like so long ago now

We all have children of our own and Mother-Dear’s house has long been sold.

I think it’s a shelter now, which is very apropos considering how many people lodged there

I lived there in my twenties, as did much of my family and family friends

Mother-Dear always said it was a “Stepping-Stone”

pffffff America and her individualistic nature has babies moving out of the home, whereas in other cultures, the same family has lived in the same house for hundreds of years

But, I’m grateful because I got to finish college

Then I had a nervous breakdown

And Mother-Dear’s house was no longer sufficient as a shelter against the cruel world

They took me to my mother’s house

She told them to take me to my father’s house

He took me to the hospital

And nobody’s house was ever the same.

Time for the birdie to fly free

And find her own way….

K-12

Bismillah

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Bebies!!!

K12.com is a homeschooling website that gives you the benefit of a quality education for your child away from the distractions and detriments that come with public school.

You can educate your child under your own careful supervision with the same curriculum but at your own pace and on your own schedule.

Take your child out of the devils’ school and away from the devils who only invite them to indecency and filth.

And by all means supplement their curriculum with our own Black History!!!

Ask them if they still give out computers!!!

Bones

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters

So, when I was in the hospital, I got the chance to play Dominoes with some Louisianians, and believe me when I tell you that they know how to play.

They play FIFTEEN to get in!

FIFTEEN!!!

That’s a whole ‘nother game.

AND THEY DON’T COUNT NICKELS!!!

I LOVED IT!!!

I had to change my whole game. But I still beat ’em. All except for this one O/G who had spent eight (8) years in Angola and he told me, “All we ever did was play Dominoes – from the time we woke up until we went to sleep.” He told me how they would have to climb the ranks of the Domino table. But I’m not gonna tell ya’ll how. 😉 ❤

I could beat him when there was a group of us but not head to head. I love a challenge. He made me step my game up. After I played day and night with this other Brother [I helped him step his game up 😉 ] I was finally able to beat him. Allahu Akbar!!!!

So, last year when I was in NOLA, I had no cash, no ATM card (so no access to my money in the bank), no I.D., and no ticket to get back home. I ended up in the hospital and the good people in The Big Easy found me a way to get back to L.A.!!!!!! Allahu Akbar!!!! (Allah is The Greatest)

This time, I had decided I wanted to live here, and didn’t want to go back home to L.A., so when I ended up in the hospital again, I told Allah I want to live in The Treme’ – NO WHERE ELSE!!!!

And what did the good people in The Big Easy do for me this time, you ask???

They found me a place right on the outskirts of The Treme’!!!!!

Yes, Yes Ya’ll, I am no longer homeless.

I am living in a Transitional Independent Living House in the Seventh Ward, right next to the Sixth (Treme’) and I am walking (a long walk) from Armstrong Park and The “Quotah.” So, I couldn’t be happier.

My place has an infestation of roaches, but I talked to the owner and she said she would get some Borax so that should be taken care of soon. I’ve also seen two bed bugs, which is two too many, so I’m looking to transition soon. Next spot will be in the heart of The Treme’ إن شاء الله In Sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah)

I wrote a poem.

WATER IN THE AIR

H2O -> O2

Humidity

Rises From The Sea

Atmosphere traps droplets that

Rain Back Down On Me

Hot Currents

So Fresh

So New

Nothing Like L.A.

So Much More Here To Do

To Experience

HOT RAIN

Never Felt Before

Never Want To Leave

الله أكب

Allah Has Really Slowed Me Down to a N.O. Tempo

I mean I don’t even feel it (the slowness) anymore. I’m loving the music. The food. Even the corny tailgate parties probably won’t irk me anymore.

Oh, and Delaney, Bruh…..

How could you just leave and not say Goodbye??? Brother, that really hurt, I mean we had a few “near-misses” and I can’t believe you were THAT mad that you could leave without saying goodbye, KNOWING that we will probably NEVER see each other again in life. I know I play too much, but DAMN, GINA! Seriously? I would give you my number, but there’s really no point. You know why. I get it. Maybe you thought there was no point in saying goodbye. I need closure though.
I hate loose ends.

Anyway, on another note, one day for Karoake Friday in Music Group, I sang a coupla numbers by Ella and Pops and acted like I was a lounge singer during the break (“You guys enjoying the show?” “Anybody from outta town?” LOL) just fooling around, ya know? (Oh, in NOLA, the boys say, “Ya heard me?” and the girls say “Hear?” It’s sooooooo cute. I gotta be a cute NOLA girl and start saying, “Heah?” Heah? 🙂 ) Anyway, FOUR people came up to me afterwards and told me how good a singer I am!!! And I was just fooling around!!!
One Brother told me he thought I was the recording!

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ عَلَى كُلِّ حَالٍ





	


	


			
				


			

			
I’M BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!! :)
		
	
	

		
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim


As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asisatic Black Sisters and Brothers!!!!


I GUESS YA’LL WONDER WHERE I’VE BEEN….. 😉 #imsonola (“Ya’ll” 🙂 )


I’ve been in the hospital since the 9th.


Yup.


And I don’t think I’ve written anything about “Rawlins” since I got here on the Second.


Wait.


I think I remember writing about the Essence Fest.


Anyway, I got to see my Mellow, Brother Corey Henry LIVE!!!!!!


And as much as I LOVE the c.d……


LIVE IS EVEN BETTER!!!!!!


My man blew the roof off with that bone!!!! He did my favorite song, “Treme’ Lyfe” first and I was in Seventh Heaven.


SIXTH Heaven, rather. 😉


* * * * *


I was disappointed because he has devils in his band, but I’m used to it now, which is a very, very, very sad commentary on the state of Black affairs.


WE SHOULD LOVE EACH OTHER MORE THAN THAT. 😥


Next, I gotta tell you about his electric violin player. He reminded me so much of my son (He wears glasses 😉 )


But his solos were legendary. He was also the first member of the band to arrive, which communicated his enthusiasm, as well as, his professionalism as a musician.


The trumpet player took us off on a tangent reminiscent of Mr. Marsalis when he started playing classical trumpet at the end of one of the numbers.


Mr. Henry wanted me to pick up the tambourine again, to bring him back on track, but I LOVE classical trumpet, so I said, respectfully, “No, Sir.“


(Sorry, Mr. Bossman.)


He didn’t leave Mr. Henry out tho, I mean, he IS the bandleader and he was right there in the  pocket with him. I loved the whole thing!


But my second favorite moment was when they did a Second-Line version of The Duke’s “It Don’t Mean A Thing” and my man did Ella’s “Boo-Wop” instead of the traditional and much more common “Doo-Wop.”


Thanks, Mr. Henry, I know that was for me. ❤ ❤ ❤


My MOST favorite moment of the evening was the LAST number, wherein Cory, the percussionist and the trumpet player, sang in IMPECCABLE 3-part harmony some song. I forgot it now, but In Sha Allah, when I go tomorrow, they’ll sing it again. Maybe, I can get some video. In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah).


But their harmony was beautiful and right on point.


Oh, and to demonstrate how supportive the Treme’ family is, Corey let this young cat ([17 years-old] who I had heard earlier that day at a birthday party for Mrs. Marion [88 years old] in the Treme’) get on the proverbial M.I.C.


I also heard the same young cat the next day, when I followed this Bass Drum player (of The Kinsfolk Brass Band) to a wedding reception [I crashed] 😉 . They had a Second-Line all through the “Quotah.“


So, how did I end up in the hospital????


Well, I stayed one night in this inexpensive hotel ($54) but the rest of the time I’ve been on the streets – not trippin’!!! – I mean, there’s always something to do in NOLA and all I need is to rest my body and my eyes every coupla days and I’m GUCCI, as they say in the Dutty.


THE LIBRARY IS ABOUT TO CLOSE!!!!


MORE MANANA


CHECK BACK!!!!


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PART DEUCE


So one morning I went to the Treme’ and I found an open apartment that somebody trying to get me to sell my soul to the devil Caucasians led me to. It was obviously for people in need of a place to stay because there were laminated cards saying stuff like “Please replace the toilet paper if necessary ” and “Please don’t leave empty bottles” and whatnot.


But I did not feel right so I posted on the stoop.


So, time goes on, Oh! I almost forgot. While I was looking around the apt. I saw some FBI Agents out the window downstairs on the street. That spooked me quite a bit because technically I was trespassing.


So, I went downstairs, closed the door, and acted like it was my crib.


You know I’m nosy so when the agents finished talking to this Sister in an SUV, I waved to her like we’ve been neighbors for years and the agents came over to talk to me.


I asked them what was up.


They said they had gotten a tip that someone who had robbed a bank in Richmond was in the area.


They showed me his picture.


I wouldn’t have told them if I did know him (“Thank you for not snitching.”)


I asked how much money did he get away with.


They wouldn’t tell.


So, when that was over, I started noticing how many tours were coming down the street. So far, I had seen three bicycle tours; two of those standing two-wheel scooter thing tours; three van tours; and one one walking tour. This just in about four hours.


So these two shuttle buses slow down to about five miles an hour before they turn on to my block. All the windows are blacked out and all I can picture is a bunch of devils snapping pictures of the “porch monkeys” like we’re in some kind of ZOO!!!!!!


I WAS LIVID!!!! So I flip them two birds arms length looking dead at those tinted windows.


TWO BUSES!!!!!!!


TWO!!!!!!!!


So, they pass but I’m talking to one of my Zawji’s Doppelgängers and getting hotter by the  second.


So The Treme’ is the oldest Black neighborhood in the United Snakes and it is EXTREMELY RICH in culture. And there’s this museum on my block celebrating The Treme’s rich cultural history.


Now, I was there on Thursday for Mrs. Marion’s birthday party. That was where I first met Corey. He grew up down the street from Mrs. Marion and he and my other bebies came out and played for her birthday. I asked him if he was having a birthday party (the 14th. It was the 7th). He said probably at his weekly gig. That’s when I realized it was that night too, so that’s when I saw him perform again frfr.


The next night (Friday, the 8th) was the reception and Second-Line in the Quarter.


Saturday morning was when all this stuff happened.


So when I was there on Friday day, I went to the museum and loved it. There is information on the Mardi Gras Indians, the Brass Bands and other societies. All I could think about was our posterity. But there were nothing but devils in there and for some reason the owner DID NOT LIKE ME.


All while I’m loving him because he was a journalist and had collected all of this memorabilia after decades of covering everything happening in The Treme’!!!


He had generations of old cameras and press passes and you know that’s my specialty. So, I’m going out of my way trying to get to talk to him and he’s avoiding me like the plague!!!


So Saturday, I’m so pissed off now I’m throwing stuff (glass bottles and scissors and whatever else I can get my hands on) at every devil that walks in front of my stoop, especially the tours. I’m yelling “DON’T COME BACK!!!” and I heard one of the tour guides apologizing and saying, “This has never happened before!” And I was like “Well, get used to it”


So, then here come the museum owner in his little get around scooter telling me to leave the devils (his customers) alone.


Now, there are some Black people who love devils for certain privileges. This was one of them. Mrs. Marion too. We got into it a coupla times. I’ll never forget she told me don’t let my religion make me think I’m better than white people. LOLOLOL I KNOW IM BETTER THAN WHITE PEOPLE!!!!


Anyway, so Sylvester starts getting all up in my grill so I threw this 64 ounce bottle of ice in his face and we started fighting.


I stabbed him in the hand with my ink pen and he started having an asthma attack LOL Old goat!!!!


Anyway, somebody called the police and THAT’S how I ended up in the hospital AGAIN….


 


 




	


	


			
				


			

			
NOLA AGAIN!!!!
		
	
	

		
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


As-Salaam-Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!! 🙂


MY LAST DAY IN “THE A”


GOT TO SAY “GOODBYE” TO THE HOMIE.


I was scared I was going to have to leave without saying, “Bye”


When I left L.A., I was so emotional, my roommate caught me crying. (Hey, P!) And I didn’t want to go through that again. But it was different this time. Idky. But I didn’t want to just up and leave without saying goodbye, like I did when I left L.A. Then, I just left. It felt too permanent, saying goodbye, so I just kinda snuck out without telling anybody.


This time, I felt so empty, like I would’ve been missing something if I didn’t get to say goodbye I would’ve been really REALLY missing something. CLOSURE. I guess.


So, I’m really happy about that.


I took the Megabus to NOLA!!!!!


I LOVE IT HERE!


I LOVE THEIR ACCENTS EVEN MORE THAN NYC ACCENTS!!! And the gold teeth!!!! Ikr? When it’s done right, I think, it can be really cool.


I finally had a heart to heart with a Brother from the A.


OMG, why did I get kicked out the program???!!!!


I am not one to behave like a sheep. I can’t stand people bossing me around or telling me what to do, and that’s all they do there. SHEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!


 I AIN’T THE ONE!


So, when I wouldn’t go to bed when everybody else single filed to their respective bedrooms, homegirl called the police on me. I was so through, I just didn’t say nothing and they took me to the hospital.


It was aight. NO has the best psych ward I’ve ever seen. Most hospitals’ psych wards are so dismal and depressing looking, you would think it wasn’t even part of the hospital. I don’t know WHY they do that. As if psych patients weren’t already mentally depressed, they house us in facilities that are dirty, and rundown and dismal and DEPRESSING.


In NO, I had a view of a waterfall, huge windows of the skyline and it was peaceful.


Anyway, I met a Muslim Brother and he was so animated and lively. I LOVED talking to him. Brothers from the A have a cool accent too.


It was the first time anybody called me “SHAWTY” 😀 I LOVED THAT TOO.


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So, when I got out the hospital, the Security AND one of the Techs broke me off with some dividends!!!! $20 each. Which was hella cool cause I was kinda broke. SHUKRAN IKHWAN!!!! WA RAHMATUALLA WA BARAKATU!!!!


So, when I got out the hospital, Allah Told Me it was time for me to leave the A, I just had to decide where to go. For a while, I was really considering going to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I read they have a shelter for Muslims and My Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ went to Florida not too long ago.


I always end up following him.


Then, I was thinking about going to NYC, cause I met this Buster LOL Rhymes  doppel from Queens and he made me want to go out there to meet Rakim or somebody with equal swag.


But there’s no place like NEW ORLEANS.


THE MUSIC PERIOD.


I told my Sister, “If I’m going to be homeless, I want to be homeless somewhere FUN!!!“


THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO IN NEW ORLEANS.


And I had planned on being out here for the Essence Music Fest, but I thought it was in late July or August.


Why did I arrive in town during the Fest???


Allah is The Best Planner.


I didn’t go to any shows because I found out MAXWELL had performed the night before I arrived in town, and nobody else compares, so I just enjoyed the fringe activities.


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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART TWO


I got to see the REAL ATLANTA, where the Black Folks live.


I spent my entire month in the A downtown, in FIVE POINTS, my second home, New Orleans is my first home. But Five Points is where I was living.


When I got in town, I thought I was going to get an apartment, or a weekly, or even a shelter, but Allah Had other plans. He wants me to experience homelessness and what a vast majority of Black people are going through.


It helps me relate better to them.


But, one night I watched a GMOB video, and I was like “that’s” the Atlanta I wanna see – the Atlanta where Black folks live. I hadn’t seen nothing but drug dealers, crack heads, hoes, pimps, homeless people and the uppity Black folks that work downtown and love devils. Oh and of course, the Muslims.


(Hey KeKe, Lanyah, Kimmie and Kahleelah!!!! I miss you guys sooooo much!!!!!!!!! Next time I see you, In sha Allah, I want to see you all in LONG SKIRTS! You can keep your kicks, like me. Don’t give your Dad a hard time and go easy on the old bats at the Masjid. I’m making DUA for your Mom and T.T. too. 🙂 ❤ السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته)


But when I saw that video, I started trying to see a RESIDENTIAL neighborhood, you know HOUSES. I had seen a few, but it didn’t look like where GMOB shot their video. So, I took a busride and ended up in BUCKHEAD. (I know, they got some crazy names outchea. Some good ones like “Sweet Auburn,” “Augusta” and “Peachtree” but Buckhead? Anyway, I had heard that that was where the rich Atlanta celebrities like Ush and JD live, so I wanted to see that area.


It was bigger than I expected, but it was a rich WHITE neighborhood. I was expecting a rich BLACK neighborhood.


So I was still on the hunt.


So anyway, Allah Had Been Signaling me to buy a camera. So, when I was in the hospital a brother told me about a pawn shop where I could get one for cheap and they guarantee all their stuff.


So, when I got my check, MY LAST DAY IN THE “A”, I headed out to this pawn shop.


It was on Campbellton Road, which is where everybody told me there were TWO Nation of Islam mosques, so I was hoping I would get to see those two, but I had no idea what Allah Had in store for me.


I get on this bus, right? From off the train, and I saw this like huge area of about a half-acre of nothing but TREES!!!!!! I was like “Okay…” and I asked this Brother, who I had just asked was this S.W.A.T.S (SOUTHWEST ATLANTA) that GMOB is always talking about, “What is that?” He said, “SWATS.” I was like OMG!!!!! Why are there like huge areas with nothing but TREES, like right on the sidewalk (if there was a sidewalk) LOL


I was just busting up laughing to myself. I could not believe there were so many TREES and shrubbery and whatnot, like RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!


Where I’m from, you have to drive for hours to see something like that and they have them right next door or even in their backyard. All I could think about was how much FUN it must be to be a child and live somewhere like that.


So, as soon as the bus got to the end of the line, I headed straight for them TREES. I HAD to get into them. It was wonderful. I had on all white, some fresh new white shelltoes, but I didn’t care!


I was hitting them TREES. (Pun intended) 😀 j/k

Muslims don’t smoke.


To say I loved it out there in those trees would be an understatement.


I am so grateful to have been able to see that on my LAST DAY IN THE “A.”


ALLAHU AKBAR!


AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM


I have more to write, but time is up on the computer.


Check back tomorrow, In Sha Allah….


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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART THREE


Okay, so after I left the forest of TREES, I was returning to the bus depot and one of the bus drivers called out to me. So, I stopped. I was going to get on his bus anyway, to escape the heat, but I saw the bus I needed behind him so I was going to keep walking if he hadn’t said something.


So, I looked and at first I thought he was one of my husband’s – THE KING’S – doppels, then I looked again and it was my Brother from THE SAME FATHER (ALLAH, WHO CAME IN THE DIVINE PERSON OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) JOOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!!


I could not believe it!!!!


He and his family moved out to the A in 2006 and I have not talked to him since. His wife is my cousin but things have not been right between us since our friends and family gave her a going-away party and didn’t invite me.

(SO-CALLED FRIENDS AND FAMILY)


It’s some other stuff too that I don’t want to put out here but I called her twice and she called me once but I felt like, no, WAIT, she didn’t call me, she commented on one of my poems on FB. 😥 And I felt like she was only trying to let everybody know she knew me. And I was straight.


But Joe.


They met each other through me and my then boyfriend. And they’ve been married for about twenty years or more.


My father and my son were in the A at the same time, but out of all the people in my family, I ran into my cousin-in-law, the good Brother, Joe. Allahu Akbar!!!


We talked for awhile and I was so happy to see him. He looked good. Older and more mature but happy and healthy. And he told me my son got to reunite with his cousin, who is just one day older than him.


They are Yahya and Isa.


My son still relates the “now” funny story about when the Farrakhaners forgot he and his cousin were in the Mosque and locked them in. SMH They were three years old.


Me and my cousin were waiting for the Brothers to drop them off for like hours, not knowing our babies had been locked in the Mosque and were about to be left there to fend for themselves. My son told me they were yelling and banging but one of the Farrakhaners forgot his Quran and other books, and that’s the only reason they got out.


My son can tell the story better, but that was a RED FLAG.


I ignored it.


Another RED FLAG was when I was over my cousins house watching a Farrkhan video and he appeared to have horns like a devil.


I told my cousin what I saw but we just laughed it off.


F.O.R.E.S.H.A.D.O.W.I.N.G……..


So, anyway, Joe gave me his phone number. But I don’t really have anything to say. He looked goo and that was good enough for me. Our children can keep in touch, In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah). He was reading one of Farrakhan’s newspapers and asked me if I had been to the Mosque. So, I can’t agree with him. When he asked those questions, I dismissed myself before we got into an argument.


He said he had recognized me from a distance, that’s why he called out to me. He still called me by my birth name and I didn’t even correct him. I think because my Zawji still calls me that. BUT NOBODY ELSE better call me that ever again. JOE, MY NAME IS LOVE.


~ LOVE ALLAH


AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.


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Dr. K
		
	
	

		
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


Ebenezer Baptist Church (Atlanta, Georgia)


As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sisters and Brothers of The Asiatic Black Nation of the Planet Earth


Practically, ever since I alighted in Atlanta, everyone has been asking me if I’ve been to the Dr. King Memorial.


I, actually, had zero interest in going to see anything memorializing integration and the humiliation my people suffered begging in vain for equal rights from our heartless and merciless slavemasters.


But I didn’t have anything to do today. So, someone had told me they have a food giveaway near there on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I thought “What the hell?“


So, I was told to take the streetcar from Woodruff Park and ask the conductor where to alight. But, I didn’t have any money (cash) and I have a personal vendetta against paying for public transportation in a country where I pay taxes. So, I decided to put my healthy, strong legs to use and started walking.


It was a little after 8:00 this morning, so there were very few businesses open. And that was exactly how I like it. I get to explore freely without anybody judging and questioning what I’m doing there. I LOVE EXPLORING.


So, I followed the train tracks and livestreamed on FB. You can see the videos (what I got) on my profile. For some inexplicable reason, Allah does not let me videotape when I REALLY want to videotape something. Okay, He Just Let Me Know, He Wants Me To Buy A REAL CAMERA.


I haven’t had one since I videotaped my husband 17 years ago.


I suddenly lost interest. 🙂


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It’s time tho.


Anyway, my camera kept cutting off and if I’m anything, I’m persistent, so I kept trying.


I was just walking, taking in the sights. I started down Washington ❤ ❤ ❤ (my husband’s last name) since I’ve never gone down that street and saw Georgia State University. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s in the heart of downtown. The buildings look like they could be office buildings. I’ve been to a lot of colleges and universities and I’ve NEVER seen one like this. There is absolutely no continuity. Every other institute of higher learning is located on it’s own plot of land, whereas you know when you’ve entered the campus and you know when you’ve left. This school is scattered all around downtown.


And, the design of this city is also unlike any other city I’ve ever visited. You know the main attraction is Underground Atlanta. Well, not only is this mall underground, but the whole city practically is underground. As I walked, I was underground about fifty percent of the time. It is so unusual. You can enter a building at street level and it looks like there is one floor above it, but if you walk around the side of the building, you’ll see that there are five more floors beneath the surface!!!


America was built by Freemasons and everything is placed where it is for a reason. There is a reason why the founders of Georgia chose Atlanta for the location of their capitol. I have excellent navigational skills and it’s tricky for even me.


So, I was walking and this Brother entered a building right in front of me, so I was like, “Okay”, and I followed him in. There were pictures of Black people at the concert hall across the street from the forties. I love old pictures of Black People and their daily lives. So, I filmed the photos and went through the foyer and the parking lot was on the other side.


These buildings!


I was expecting a reception area and an elevator to take you up to the units. But a parking lot! With lower floors, of course.


So, I’m seeing signs saying “Freedom Walk” identifying historical landmarks and I noticed this building (btw, I still can’t get over all of these brick buildings. I’m from L.A. and the first thing I think about are earthquakes, then I remember Atlanta doesn’t have earthquakes, at least not yet.) So, this building was built in 1913 and was the largest concert hall for Black people in the South. Let me google it. Oh yes, the street was called “SWEET AUBURN” Isn’t that the most delicious sounding street ever???!!!! 😀


I went to a store because I saw these two Brothers standing outside, called Sweet Auburn Groceries. Turns out the Brothers were from New Orleans. I know Allah Wants Me To Go To New Orleans when I leave here. I’m procrastinating calling my landlord telling him, I’m not coming home. He sounded so happy when I called. Allah Makes Me So Unpredictable and Spontaneous. It’s fun for me, but aggravating to people who have to deal with me. :/


Anyway, I go in the building and it was absolutely beautiful. It had a marble floor, walls and staircases. Antiques, stained glass windows of jazz musicians and black artwork. I eased past the security guard and went in the souvenir store. They had Atlanta key chains, but I don’t have any keys. That was the only thing I would have wanted.


Then I was wandering around and found a spot where I could eat the boiled eggs I had bought from the Sweet Auburn Groceries and why was one of them burnt???? 😛 I mean really, have you ever heard of a burnt boiled egg??? LOL I hadn’t but I love eggs and was curious as to how it would taste. It was actually very good, had a “blackened” taste. 😛


I went to Waffle House one morning and ordered a couple of boiled eggs and I know they were trying to be mean and gave them to me undone, but they were O-SO GOOD!!!!!!!


I’m going to make them like that every time I boil them. Think an over-easy yolk in a boiled egg. It was so good!!! I love the warm, runny yolk in over-easy eggs and these were the same thing BUT in a boiled egg. So yummy!!!!


So, I found a storage room with electrical outlets, where I could charge my almost dead phone, so I stayed there about two hours and then came out.


By then, the businesses were open, but I didn’t care, I started videotaping because when I came in, my phone was dead.


So, I’m ignoring the white people working in the building, thinking this is an historical landmark of Black history, just loving it, then this foreign Black lady comes up and starts harassing me. Of course, she didn’t understand being a foreigner, all she cared about was her white master. I thought it was interesting that she was preoccupied with the fact that I was wearing white gloves. I didn’t even know what to say. It’s so ordinary for me.


So, she chased me out and I started videotaping the outside, which was the part SHE told me was the historical part and she kept “bovvering” me (hey Trevor 😛 ) Next thing I know she asks her white master if she could use his camera to videotape me!


So, I HAD to get the Black faces in the outer designs of the building. I really need a real camera because the iphone doesn’t allow you to zoom in. Can you believe that???!!!! That is so frustrating!!!


So, then I go around the corner and cross the street and she’s standing on the corner still videotaping me, so I feel like messing with her now. So, I bumrush her and flip her the bird. But, check this out, there was an open door next to the general entrance, so you know I had to go in.


It was an office building. The ground floor had a Mexican restaurant and I casually walked past the cooks and into the interior of the building. I saw an elevator with the door open so, remembering what had happened at Death Row, I got on. Then I thought about how the building was in repairs and thought better of it. I got back off and took the stairs.


Whenever I enter a new building, I always have to go to the top floor, preferably the roof. So, I climbed the marble stairs six flights up a dimly lit and creepy stairway but when I got to the top floor why was it an old nightclub with a jacuzzi???


It was so dope! I should’ve stayed, but this program I’m in be trippin. Oh yeah, and when I went in the kitchen, I heard a beep and saw a security system, so I broke out. I didn’t want to get caught by the police because I had unknowingly tripped an alarm, and get taken to jail for trespassing like in New Orleans. :/ I’ve got ten more days here, In sha Allah, I can spend them all as a free woman.


But that nightclub was so plush and intimate, AND ON THE ROOF! I was in Heaven! It had a plush decorative rug around a small wooden dance floor. A kitchen that was still partly stacked. There was leather loveseats, I think and another side that I can’t remember what it looks like but there was a beautiful clock that I would have lifted if I had a place to put it. :/ That Jacuzzi was so inviting, reminded me of the time, me and my husband were in the Jacuzzi in Hollywood when the Dungeon Family was in town. ATL!


So, I’m walking and it’s starting to get hot, so I came up on a little corner park with a big statue of M.L.’s face. (That’s what his sister said they used to call Martin Luther King, Jr.) I wanted to sit in the shade though, so I looked around and noticed some parkbenches under some shade trees.


There was a Sister laying down on one, the others were occupied by Brothers. So, I took a seat on the end of the bench where the Sister was laying. She looked up and I just greeted her and started freeing up some data on my phone so, I could take a picture of the statue.


Now, you guys know, I am the most vociferous opponent of the “Sleepytime Down South” mentality by Pops, but stg, that was the most peaceful and relaxing feeling I have ever felt in my life!!!


It was intoxicating. The breeze alone seemed to whisper, “Just sit here a little while...” And the cool of the shade felt so good after walking in the heat of the Sun. I completely understand how one can sit the whole day on a park bench under the shade of a tree. I had to tear myself away, but not after I dallied the first time I felt the urge to move on. I got up the second time.


I don’t think cityfolk will ever understand the feeling unless they feel it for themselves. There was like an unspoken consciousness felt between all of us sitting there. Four of the six of us were sleep. But there was no judgment. It was the natural thing to do.


This white man walked by on the phone, trying to make us feel like we should be working, but nobody paid attention to him. He kept walking and stood inside the empty head of Dr. King. I thought that was symbolic and tried to take a picture, but my camera!!! Argh!!!


So, I saw a streetcar, telling me which direction to travel, so I started walking again. I passed a Black restaurant and it looked busy, but when I tried the door, it was locked. I think they knew I didn’t have any money. At least, that I knew of.


Then I saw an alley with graffiti on the walls and I love Graff, so I entered it and there was a restaurant next door, but I knew it was owned by devils by the music. Allah Told me to sit down even though I didn’t feel like I needed to. I think subconsciously, I just didn’t want to deal with devils. But I must submit to my Maker.


So, uncomfortably I sat down and tried to enjoy the sound of the water from the fountain. It was hotter than when I was standing in the shade. And I hated the music.


Sure enough, I hadn’t been sitting one minute, when this devil woman comes out. I didn’t say anything, then she says can I get you a menu? I said, Okay. But I knew I wasn’t going to order from them. There are too many Black owned businesses I can patronize. So, I got up to leave, and she came out and saw me leaving.


So, I saw a Jamaican restaurant and they had a picture of a meat patty on the window and I love Jamaican food, but those patties taste pasty. I can’t.


Next door to the restaurant was an African Imports store Nyabinghi something, so you know I couldn’t walk by without going in.


There was a Rasta looking elder man and a clearly African-American woman and I could’ve sworn there was a child, but I might be mistaken because when I left there were just those two.


So, I’m looking around and I didn’t like most of the stuff. Too tribal or voodoun, but he had a box of walking sticks. And Allah Told me to pick out this one, so I did. And then the man comes out from this door and told me they were just for decoration. I said, “No, this is for walking.” It was the perfect size for me. I LOVED IT. But I didn’t have any money.


The handle was something like this




But it narrowed down to a very slim and feminine point like this.




Holding that joint felt very right and exact.


I think he felt how the people in NOLA felt about me being a Voodou Queen, because he went by the counter and stood in front of a basket of cowrie shells, very protectively and I could read his mind, “They are money.” Of course, I knew that already.


So, when he finally moved, I started grabbing the shells and letting them slip between my gloved fingers. I asked him where they came from? The beach? He said you have to dig down deep to get them now.


I picked out a couple artificial ones and I know he was impressed.


So, I kept looking around and I saw a basket of crystals, and I was trying to decide which one I should pick up, when I saw something so interesting. I picked it up and it was a beautiful pearlessence shell with an engraving on it. Let me see if I can find a picture. If not I’ll take one, In sha Allah.


Okay, I kinda knew I wouldn’t be able to find a picture. He said they came from the NILE. And I could pick one and have it for myself. He had four. One looked like a hieroglyphic lion, but it was little. I really liked it and almost regret that I didn’t choose that one. The one I chose was of a couple and my name is LOVE, all I ever think about is my Honey-Stick, so you know I chose that one. I forgot what the other two were. Let me try and take a picture.  Okay, I don’t have any space on my iphone.


Allah REALLY WANTS me to buy a REAL CAMERA.


HE IS NOT PLAYING.


The shell is beautiful though. The people have Eurocentric features though. Maybe that’s why He Doesn’t Want Me To Take The Picture.


It has a tiny hole on top so I can make it into a necklace if I will.


So, I happen to notice the tracks turn the corner and there’s this big brick church and I’m wondering if I’ve finally made it and I turn another corner and see the neon sign.


ebenezer neon


All I could think was, is this the church where those four little Black girls got blown up?


But I asked the whiteman at the front desk and he said that that was in Bombingham.


Then I asked if they still have services there.


He said they built another church across the street where they have services. This one was a museum now.


So, he tried to direct me up the stairs to the sanctuary, but there was a Black family headed downstairs, so you know I go where the action is, and I igged him and followed the family downstairs. I gave the mother one of my fliers and some more people then I noticed the stage. They had set up a monitor with a video of M.L.’s sister. I think they may have been twins. Let me Google it. Okay, no they weren’t twins, but she made it seem like they were in the same class in college.


Anyway, she said King used sing in the choir when he was young. But not only that, he was the SOLOIST!


That was really profound to me, being a singer.


I was really glad I had come.


Music was a big part of their family. His mother played the organ at Ebenezer and directed the choir. She was killed when a madman entered the church in 1974 and overturned the organ on her during a shooting spree.


So, I’ve been seeing more doppelgangers than usual. I have to be strong. I want the real McCoy.


One of them’s name is McCoy.


And they all are named Jamal or RJ or Dre or some J name or something that rhymes with J.


I didn’t go see the actual memorial of him and Coretta (she sang in the choir too). Too sad.


But I saw a picture and it’s in the middle of a little enclosed pool.


So, I leave and there’s a little neighborhood store I knew was Black-owned, so I went to see how I could support. There were two Muslim Brothers in there. I didn’t know they were Muslim at first, but one of them had on a hat with the American flag on it. And you know I had to pull his coat. He said that that was the only hat he had. I said it looks like you’re the enemy. Muslims rep the Sun, Moon and Star. When I see you rocking Old Hell, you look like the enemy. If I had known the store sold hats, I would’ve bought him one then.


So, I bought some bread that I have been looking for forever. I haven’t seen any wheat bread since I’ve been here. But they had one loaf, so I snatched that sucker up.


Then I came outside and I saw a huge residential building called Wheat Street Apartments and I took that as a sign, so I walked over to some people sitting outside. They thought I was lost. LOL I heard some music and they directed me to the correct address.


So, I walked in and complimented them, but the singer was like this is a closed rehearsal and I’ve been in that situation before, so I left but not before I noticed there was no pianist.


They then started asking about where was the piano player? I called him a “plunker” LOL


He arrived and I kept walking. There was fish place called Supreme Fish or something and wherever and whenever I can find some fish, I’m buying it with the quickness. LOL ‘member that? 😛


But I forgot I had bought an ice cream bar so, I found a grassy field and ate it out of sight.


The fish place was run by this little Ethiopian Brother, and his father was the cook. He was fifteen and all I could think about was I wish young Black boys had something like that

– A GUARANTEED JOB WHERE THEY CAN MAKE SOME POCKET CHANGE AND WON’T BE MISTREATED!!! UNTIL THEY MAKE THEIR OWN JOB OR EXPAND ON THAT ONE.


So, when my food was ready, I went back to the rehearsal to catch a hearing from outside.


They sounded really good and another Sister stopped and we rapped and listened to and talked about music, then a bus came and I thought I could have gotten on it, because by now my hands were full with about four bags and I didn’t want to walk anymore.


But Allah Wanted me to walk a little bit more, so I did.


I finally passed a Masonic Lodge and there was a Madame C.J. Walker museum in the back. I decided not to go in there, because she became the first Black millionaire off of SELF-HATE Products. The picture of her had her skin so bleached, it was sickening.


Next door to the Lodge was the S.C.L.C. W.O.M.E.N.S. something and it had a big picture of Coretta and Ralph Abernathy’s wife and all I could think about was the S.C.L.C. building in L.A. on Western that I’ve always been curious about but have never been inside.


OH!!!!!! LOL There was a plaque outside the Lodge and it identified Jesse Jackson as the Bread Basket Man Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) talked about in Saviour’s Day – 1971.


I laughed for a good seven minutes. The Messenger (PBUH) CLIZZOWNED HIM on that video.


He’s from Atlanta too, I’m pretty sure, because I met a Brother who talked just like him. That was the fse.


So, before I knew it, I looked up and saw the streetcar coming, so I took out my wallet like I had fare. But you don’t have to show the conductor, you just get on. I found out later, that they stop the streetcar for a minute and come out and ask everybody for fare. I got nervous when he first came out, and started to get off but I DID NOT FEEL LIKE WALKING. He had stopped at Centennial Park and that is the boringest biggest park, in the world. I refused to get off there.


I was just going to have to take the ticket.


But he didn’t even ask!!!! LOL


ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!!


So, I made it home and now I’m ready to eat my fish.


It’s my favorite dish. 😛


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BISMILLAHI RAHMANI RAHIM


بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم


IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, THE BENEFICENT, THE MOST MERCIFUL


AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM WA RAHMATU ALLAH WA BARAKATU IKHWAN


PEACE, MERCY AND BLESSINGS OF ALLAH BE UPON YOU, BLACK BROTHERS AND SISTERS 


Today is the first day of Summer and I didn’t even know it. That means it’s the Summer Solstice. I said on Facebook, it feels like something is about to happen. SUMMER!!!!!


I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. I mean, I knew something was happening. I just realized my birthday is the last day of Spring. That means something is happening. I feel it.


I’m trying to do what’s BEST.


I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE.


ALL OF US.


I’m permeating the programs.


I knocked down a big, black brick wall today named Jonathan.

I’ma call him “J” like my Honey-Stick.


But I finally talked to this Doppelganger that I’ve been wanting to. He bought me something. He’s different, not like the other Brothers in the program. He has gold teeth! I hope he can remove them or get dentures or something.

Can you imagine an F.O.I. with a GRILL???? smh


LOVE 073


I think he can remove them.


I had been wanting my fliers to smell good. But I didn’t know how to do it. I mean, I had an idea but Allah Helped me out with it. My oils spilled in my purse and now they smell like Roses. 😀


I’m trying to get the Brothers to think about doing something for self. I ask them

“What is your plan???”


They all have one. They just need some encouragement.


That’s where the Sisters come in.


There are probably thirty or more homeless men for every one woman.


So, it’s hard for them to get encouragement from a woman.


I met a Sister today and I commented that all the Brothers were looking at her and she said she wasn’t interested because they were all walking, so I don’t know how these Brothers are going to get encouragement from where they need it.


I’m trying.


I knocked down a BRICK WALL today, so anything is possible.


It’s not all about the Benjamins anyway.


You could find a diamond if you dig deep enough in the coal. Then you can light the coal and power a whole city.


Sometimes a Diamond just needs a little refinement (encouragement), even the coal is useful if you don’t find a diamond.


Black People are so valuable, we just don’t know it.


Everybody else knows it, so they keep us blind to the Knowledge of Self and use us as a tool and a slave until we wake up.


I never thought about it because I don’t think anyone has ever.


But we always talk about how valuable the Blackwoman is, but the Blackman is just as.


We’re all Diamonds.


Ali got it from his Teacher, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and he told his daughters how more valuable than Gold and Diamonds they are, so they must remain hidden.


I got it from Allah that the Blackman is more valuable than Gold and Diamonds, but more so because while the Diamonds are beautiful to look at, the coal the Diamonds come wrapped in is useful too, Just Like The Blackman.

The Blackman is beautiful AND useful, whereas, the Blackwoman is just beautiful.