FEEL THE FLOW………

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I wanna dance with Zawji

To some college radio

Watch him

GO!!!

Can’t Stop

Won’t Stop

Don’t Stop

Feel the Flow

No ebb.

Wish I had some kind of shekere

Or maybe a tambo

Feel the Flow

That makes you MOVE

Your NECK KNOWS

Check it out!

It’s JAZZ

Reeds

Rimshots

and Keys

Bass Turnt Up

Walkin’ Runnin’

Skippin’ Jumpin’

Go, Zawji

Go!!!

Feel the Flow

Hold me close

As the music slows

Feel my frame

Next to yours

As One We Move

To the Beat of

Unheard of

Tunes & Rhythms

Of Lesser-Knowns

But Better-Thans

Thank-you for the dance…

❤ ❤ ❤

Now, Let’s Romance….

❤  الله

RESOLUTION

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

PROPERTY OF HIP HOP

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

Another year, and still no A.J.

I can only attribute it to the need for more practice.

I have been acting like I’m married, but still harbor the fear of infidelity.

I have learned to consider the other party as married.

This is working better.

I recently realized that I did “cheat” when I was married. I really think I have split personalities. I have done things that I don’t remember and that seem to have been performed by another person.

I have recalled events that occurred concurrently, while in my recollection didn’t.

So, from now on, EVERYBODY IS MARRIED, except my Zawji.

#dtno

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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

907

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) 😛

WE MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF; OR ELSE!!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth, Members of the Lost and Now Found God Tribe of Shabazz in the Wilderness of North America!!!

Zawji got me thinking this morning. ❤ ❤ ❤

Minimum wage (nationally) is $7.25. Opponents of an increase argue that “Every job is not meant to raise a family on.” This might be true, but the reality is that there are Brothers trying to raise a family on these low-paying jobs.

I understand that increasing the minimum wage to $15 will cause a large amount of layoffs, but our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that We MUST Do Something For Self or we would be forced to.

My Black Brothers, I have said enough to make you nauseous, learn a trade and start your own business. If you are one of the Brothers already supporting a family, you should seek out a skilled BLACK tradesman and offer your services as an apprentice.

It is a win-win situation for each of you individually, also for our Black Nation. #winwinwin 😉

As an apprentice, you will save money and time as opposed to taking classes (but by all means do both, if you are able), earn an income while you work, and attain everything you need to start your own business – Experience, Tools/Equipment, Money and Contacts.

Take some initiative. Use the Black Pages in your town. Go online. Use Your Ambition And Better Your Condition. Don’t fear. Allah Helps Those Who Help Themselves! Believe and Trust in Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. He Will Bless You With Prosperity. He Delights In Coming To Our Aid. But we MUST STOP PRAYING TO A DEAD JESUS for help. Jesus is dead like all the other people of his day and time and cannot hear your prayers any more than Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael or any other dead prophet. He Was Not God and The ONE True and Living God is very angry with your for making Prophet Jesus His equal.

We must give the devil back his slave-making religion. It and his names are the chains that still hold us in bondage to him. We will never be free as long as we are in the slavemaster’s dirty religion of Christianity.

My Black Brothers, your number one priority should be to open your own business and get out from under the devil’s boot. I am so sick of modern day overseers! They think they are better than the rest of us because the white slavemaster selected them to do his dirty business. I tell them, “Take the shackles off your brain, So-Called Negro! Stand with your less fortunate Brothers and Sisters and tell the devil to do his own dirty work.

It’s 2015 and here we are STILL BEGGING THE DEVIL SLAVEMASTERS TO PROVIDE A JOB FOR US. We should be ashamed and go out and provide a job for ourselves. He said he freed us 150 years ago! But we would rather take off our hats, carry them humbly in our hands, go out and beg (march) on HIS capital steps and beg like hunting dogs.

The hunting dog who goes out and hunts for his master may get some of the meat or he may not. He is completely dependent on the whims of his master. Why does not he go out and kill his own dinner? He is not intelligent enough. But we are supposedly free; we should take a free step! And stop sitting around the slavemaster’s table, that we prepared and will have to clean when he’s finished eating the food we raised, grew, caught, fished, killed and cooked and prepared for him, begging him for a little taste!!!! Or a little more taste (higher wages). :/

He is well within his rights, to tell us, “No! I freed you a hundred years ago, Nigger, you take what I give you!”

He probably will not, because the last thing they want is for us to go for self. Who will serve them?

I am sorry, but it is what it is. We are a NATION of fifty million here in America. There are countries with far less who produce and manufacture everything they need for self. And here we are still depending on the slavemaster for EVERYTHING.

Try and buy a house from a Black-owned company, some food, clothes (and not jeans and a t-shirt – I mean, underwear, socks, foundation wear). Find a Black-owned company that produces toilet paper and towels, soap. BASIC ESSENTIALS we must have for survival, we are completely dependent AS A NATION on our former slavemasters.

We talk about voting. Who are we going to vote for? Who the hell cares? No one in office for America is going to do ANYTHING to secure a lasting, permanent independent future for her slaves, which is the ONLY solution to our problem.

In order to do that, they would have to give us what they have – LAND – wherein we can build our own country like we did for them :/ ) and be completely free and independent of our former slavemasters’ children. We MUST have some land to produce the things we need so that we can provide for ourselves – as a NATION – somewhere we can live in peace, and participate in worldly affairs, just like they do. And, Black or not, I just don’t see any American president giving us that anytime soon.

PLEASE READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

INVALUABLE LESSONS LEARNED

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

DRESS FOR DINNER

As-Salaam ‘Alaikum Beloved and Highly Civilized Asiatic Black Family!!!

Jail, the Hospital and Homelessness

The first time I went to jail, I learned two (2) ways of being more cultured and refined that I have never forgotten and want to share with you. I know right, JAIL? I was just as surprised as you.

1.) Always Dress For Dinner. Take a shower and change, if necessary. We should not sit down at the table unless we are completely clean and refreshed. This is civilized.

2.) Wear pajamas. Never sleep in street (day) clothes and never wear night clothes in the street (during the day). You should develop a daily regimen wherein you instinctively, dress, clean and prepare yourself for the day until it becomes habit. This is essential for our children.

In the Hospital, I learned

3.) Make up your bed AS SOON AS YOU GET OUT OF IT! Don’t even go to the bathroom or start your day until you have made up your bed. American Christians are the worst when it comes to keeping a clean house and practicing proper housekeeping. The average American child’s bedroom is a pigsty and time has to be allocated to “clean your room.”

This is unacceptable. Your child’s room should always be clean, as should yours. Cultivate the habit of putting clothes away as soon as you remove them. Toys, books, papers, etc. also should be immediately put away, so as not to accumulate. Instill these good habits in your children and you actively work on developing them yourself.

In Transitional Housing, I learned

4.) It is often necessary to perform household chores TWICE daily. I already knew to clean the toilet after every use, but the bathroom needs an overall cleaning twice a day, to maintain proper sanitary conditions. Typically, at night before retiring and at midday. Vacuuming also, often needs to be performed twice a day.

OUR FLOORS SHOULD BE SO CLEAN….

That no one has to “kiss it up to God” if they drop some food… 

That if every dish in your house broke, it would be okay to eat off the floor…

That you would be hard-pressed to find a crumb…

THE DAY YOU WERE BORN…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

❤ ❤ ❤

JAMAL: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“SHE’S YOURS,

TAKE CARE OF HER

LIKE SHE’S MINE.

SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER.

ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

MARRY HER

AND MAKE HER YOUR QUEEN

FOR ETERNITY!!!”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

LOVE: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“YOU’RE HERS.

SHE HASN’T BEEN BORN YET;

BUT, WHEN YOU SEE HER,

YOU’LL KNOW HER.

AND, ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

SHE WILL BECOME

YOUR QUEEN.”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

❤ ❤ ❤

Gonna Be “On The Radio ooh wo oh ah oh….” ;)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Why did I see my son’s doppel yesterday? OMG he looked EXACTLY like my IBNI! I would have hugged and kissed him, but his accent. That’s the only way I knew it wasn’t him. He looked EXACTLY like my son without his glasses. That is Allah’s (swt) Way of letting me know he’s alright. 😥 I miss you, Hakim. I know you see my Doppels too. I hope they look alright and not too crazy. :/ 😛 I’m doing good, Brother. 😀 This Brother was seventeen! But he was no bigger than my Ibni (13). And looked just like my Zawji! I wonder sometimes if I could be wrong about his father……. ijs Ya’ll remember what I was like back then……. #onone But, “Thanks for OUR child, Zawji!!!” 😉 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Sorry Angie, but he should’ve never been with you in the first place. MaKayKay is MINE (Ours, rather). We’re happy that you’ve moved on, Sister. 😀 I think I told ya’ll they’re trying to get me in the Illuminati. And how all these Secret Societies (Illuminati, Boule, Masons, Fraternities, their Sister groups and the Voodou people too) are all part of the same Secret Society that is controlled by the Jews. Well, the other day, confirmed my belief, when I happened upon a Masonic restaurant and a paraphernalia store next door, but it wasn’t just Mason stuff it was GREEK stuff too. Aha! :/ But honestly, who cares?

I AM AN M.G.T. & G.C.C.!!!
THE GREATEST ORGANIZATION
FOR WOMEN IN THE UNIVERSE!!!
*flips headpiece* 

Anyway, In Sha Allah (If It Pleases Allah), I Will Be On Local Radio Station WBOK AM 1230 (OMG I just realized that’s KGJFs old address!!! 😥 I miss them. KDAY too…)

Anyway, if you’re in Nawlins, I’ll be on at 7:45 tomorrow morning (Thursday, October 8, 2015) when they do the business spotlight on the morning show, promoting “this.” 😉 #heyRakim! 😀 And if you’re in L.A., there’s a two-hour time difference so, cheah, up for FAJR, then listen to ya girl. Ya heard? 😛

This station WBOK is part of the Bakewell Media Company and I’m like, I know it’s not Danny Bakewell! But he is one of those “high-yaller” so-called Negroes and could very likely be from Louisiana. I am usually right about these things but was too much in shock to ask when I was at the station. Let me google it.

KNEW IT!!!

That Brother is on a whole ‘nother level!

#gottaloveit #whoknew? #TRAVEL!

HERE IS THE LINK! 😀

❤ ❤ ❤

Somebody posted something about Sister Donna in this group I’m in on Facebook, and EVERYBODY AND I MEAN, EVERYBODY said she looks just like Kelly Rowland. I agree. #beautiful #RBGs

Just To Be BAYOU

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

❤ ❤ ❤

Scurry on little Lizard,

My Bibi’s on his way

To take me over to Congo Square

And show me off all day

We’ll walk together hand in hand

And dream of travel to distant lands

One day soon, don’t you agree?

If you don’t, then you’ll soon see!

My Bi, is going his Queen make me

And, HE’s the BEST a KING could me

So happy we’ll, especially me, be

Knowing I have someone

To Rescue ME.

To handle things too much for me

On Whom Allah Told Me To

Always depend

My Rock of Jamal-ter

My Faithful Friend

My One And Only

My One True Love

There is no other

Whom I Can Think Of

Or Can’t Think Of

Who Could Ever Replace

My Zawji’s Grace

And Tender-Sweet Love

That I’ve Never Felt

And Never Dreamed Of

But This Is The Day

When the Truth Becomes Manifest

There Is NO GREATER LOVE

To This I Can Attest

So, Scurry on little Lizard.

My Bibi’s on his way

To take me and Court me

And soon his Queen make me.

We’ll sit on the levee

And watch the Sunrise.

He’ll fall on one knee

And look deep in my eyes

The answer is “YES!”

Always, “Emphatically YES!”

“There is no other Brother

You are the Only Best.”

The Long Wait is Over.

Here Comes My Bridegroom.

So Dashing, So Handsome

And as Bright As the Moon.

He’s Humming a Tune

And SMILES WHEN HE SEES ME

I rush out to meet him

He joyously greets me.

Together we turn

Toward Congo Square,

And all of the music and dancing

And Black People there.

Friends and Family

Awaiting Their King

Filled With Joy

He Finally Won His Queen!!!

❤ ❤ ❤

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TRUE LOVE!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!

❤ ❤ ❤