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As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Planet
Yesterday De La Soul had a show. I didn’t go because their opening act was a devil. Or the dj or whatever. I hope it wasn’t the dj. Prince Paul was dope. But that b.s. in the beginning of this video is not cool. Maybe I just don’t get it. Hopefully. He let me (or rather, my employee 😉 ) interview him for my show though. Thanks P. 🙂 btw It’s not the same old water anymore…..
Anyway, I didn’t go. Devils are trying their best to get us to go to hell with them. And they are using any means at their disposal to do it.
We like hip-hop, so they use hip-hop artists to draw us in and get us to be among them. They want us to think it’s okay, even though this is The Great Day of Separation. I know the game. And I’m telling you, don’t get caught up in their hype. They are Devils and they are evil. STAY AWAY FROM THEM AT ALL COSTS.
Their time is up and they know it. But they were put here to deceive us. Read the Revelation [Bible] wherein they are described as “THE ARCHDECEIVERS.” They are trying to make us think we can all get along and live together when they know if we intermingle with them, we are committing suicide.
Ya Siin Bey had a show in dtla I didn’t go to either because the devils convinced him to use his other name on the flyer, even though his picture was on it!!!
(This wasn’t the show, but the flyer was the same.)
I KNOW that was a source of contention for him, but he did it anyway! NOT A GOOD LOOK, AKHI.
It’s just that serious, Brothers and Sisters. This De La show was FREE!
That should give you a clearer picture of how sneaky devils are! Don’t go anywhere white people are. I know you work with them. But don’t socialize with them. Stay with your own.
To my Black People in positions of authority: their money and offers of leadership (good jobs/power) are not worth your soul or the destruction of your Nation!
The next time I saw my Honey Pooh-Bear was a few years later.
For some reason, my mom took us out of Trinity (and NOT Trinity Elem. in South Central!) We only went there that one (1) year. But, it was THE Most Memorable Year of My School Years, and I have TWO DEGREES! 😀
(“Trinity” – Hmmmph! لا إلهَ إلاّ اللّهُ THERE IS NO GOD BUT ALLAH!!!)
So, after “Trinity” (hmmph!), then we went to this school with devils. This was my first experience being with devils and I hated it and them. ALL of the teachers were prejudiced and there was not a single Black teacher in the whole school.
I know my mom only took us out of Trinity and dropped us in that hellhole because a girl from church whose parents were upper-middle class, and her brother went there.
Both my mom and my sister have this thing about the “Jones’ ” Not me though. At least I don’t think I do. I just like nice stuff – luxury and whatnot. But, not because anybody else has something. I like what I like. But, when you’re nine, you go wherever your mother takes you.
That’s really the only thing about that school worth mentioning. I learned how dirty and nasty, prejudiced and mischievous devils can be.
But, I had a best friend, Malikah! That was the first I had ever heard that name and I Never forgot her or it. (I know that’s not how you spell it, Dear Sister Malaika [ملكة] 😀 )
I didn’t find out until yesterday what my Hubby was doing those years we weren’t physically together (like now 😥 ) It was like he read my journal because I wrote all this stuff the day before yesterday!
Anyway, he changed his whole profile and posted all these throwback pics like, “Look Honey, this is what I was doing.” (smile) Honey-Sweet he is.
We stayed at the hell-hole for two years, then my parents decided to put us in public school. It was to be my first year in Junior High School.
I didn’t go to the neighborhood school. Now, it’s called “Johnny Cochran Middle School” but back then it was called “Mt. Vicious” LOL So, I went to school a little further West.
I wasn’t scared, just real nervous (Heeeeey, Fat Lip! 😀 ) because I had to catch the bus all by myself now. And, I didn’t know anybody at Pasteur, or so I thought.
But when I got there I saw a friend from church and she gave me the best. advice. ever. “Get in Drill Team.” (Heeeey Nikki! Thanks, Girl. ❤ How’s Snoopy? )
So, I went there all three years and I remember three things.
1. My English Teacher – Mrs. Brown – She taught me my love for words extemporaneously. LOL Luv ya, Mrs. Brown!!! ❤ ❤
2. Reading The Color Purple. I always thought “Mr. Blank” But, I guess that wouldn’t work in a feature film.
3. Sitting in assembly and noticing that a group of students didn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag. That really got my attention. They didn’t even stand up! They just sat right there in their seats while we’re all pledging our allegiance to the flag of this wicked and evil counry of Christian devils who enslave, beat, rape and kill us DAILY! I must’ve already had it in me because I asked them “Why didn’t you say the Pledge of Allegiance?” They said:
“WE HAVE OUR OWN FLAG.“
I didn’t know it then, but I was well on my way to joining the Nation of Islam right then and there.
I took a Computer Class and the extent of our learning how to program a computer was how to make a word or phrase run up, down and around; even sideways (Heeeey Dana!!! LOL) on the screen, ad infinitum.
But the teacher, Mr. Spencer (I wonder if he is a musician, hmmmm???) was soooooo cool. I learned all the words to “Roxanne-Roxanne” in his class. (We couldn’t listen to the radio at home. ) Now that I remember him, he had to be a musician. His classes were full of music!
I had him for “Electric Shop” too. When I should have been in “Homemaking Class.” I think mine was the first generation to suffer from the effects of the “Women’s Lib” movement. “Latch-Key Kids….” The removal of “Shop” and “Homemaking” AND Art and Music…. I don’t know why they got rid of the Art and Music. Maybe they just threw out everything fun (Art and Music) and PRACTICAL(Shop [for the fellas] and Homemaking [for the girls] ).
Mr. Spencer noticed my typing one day and asked if I knew how to play the piano. The next thing I know I’m in the school band. I didn’t even know we had a band! They probably just started it back up for me. hee hee hee 😉
It was kinda fun though. I got to play the vibes a little. And I thought it was hella cool, the way the Brother who played the baritone saxophone used to lean to the side and play. I think he used to wear shades too. Salute!
(Something like this 🙂 )
(Heeeey, Ms. Greene, I wish you had let me play the vibes a little more, Dear Sister. 😦 )
I KNOW I SAW A VIDEO OF DINAH WASHINGTON PLAYING THE VIBES SOMEWHERE. BUT I CAN’T FIND IT!!!
I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Anyway, at some point between Fifth and Ninth Grades (I was thinking Sixth, but judging by the sparkle in my eyes [it mirrors the sparkle in my Fourth Grade pic] in my Eighth grade picture, it may have been further down the road)
Me and my Honey-Bear ran into each other again.
Sparks flew around the playground at Rancho Cienega. We were the only ones there.
Everybody else was watching boring Little League baseball. I’d rather watch paint dry. But it is fun to play. When Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, was among us, in the history of The Nation of Islam, the Believers would join together, on Holy Tuesday (every Tuesday), and enjoy each other’s company.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Would WALTZ! with one of the Lucky Sisters, WITH A GLASS OF WATER ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!
The Believers and The Saviour would play games for prizes, and play baseball.
I used to play softball at the devil’s hell-hole and it must’ve been my first experience, because I remember I used to throw the bat every time I hit the ball. And everybody would yell, “Don’t throw the bat!” So, I used to overdo it. I would carefully, slowly and deliberately, lay the bat down by my feet after I hit the ball and then TAKE OFF!
I can be so dramatic…….
Anyway, we were the only ones at the playground and he must’ve spotted me first because I don’t really remember how our chance encounter commenced.
(Doesn’t “Ro-Ro” look like Ronnie??? Hmmmm????)
Man, we used to have so much fun at the playground back in the day.
The simpy playground equipment they have for our children to play on nowadays is boringcompared to the toys we used to have. The only thing they retained that’s any fun are the swings. It’s hard to find a decent slide nowadays.
We played on the see-saw. It’s too bad they don’t make them like they used to. You could really cement a friendship on the See-Saw. You were completely putting your life in the other person’s feet (smile) all the while, creating a life-long, close-knit bond that can only come from riding a see-saw with the one you love.
That’s probably why they don’t have them anymore. They (American devils) don’t want us to form those types of bonds. They don’t even want them with each other. Mischief and Bloodshed is what they were made for.
But we rode it together anyway.
He pushed me on the Merry-Go-Round and we talked.
I used to love the Merry-Go-Round too, so I’m just having a ball with the man of my dreams and just as happy as I could be, and just as oblivious to the magnitude of the time as I could be too.
I asked him how come he wasn’t playing baseball. His reply was that he plays Basketball. How cool is that?!?!? My Honey is the Dopest. They didn’t have a hoop in the whole park yet he still won’t play boring baseball. Such a showman.
The above picture is of our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and the F.B.I. agent who arrested him. They are handcuffed.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) taught us that the F.B.I. agents told him they only arrested him in order to take him off the street, so that he could not teach his people during the War between America and her enemies. His Teachings were such that the so-called Negroes would resist fighting their slavemasters’ enemies.
The claim was that he was a draft dodger, but he was beyond the age of the draft at the time of his arrest. He was finally released after the war was over.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Was Also Arrested IMMEDIATELY upon His entrance into the City of Detroit, Michigan for teaching The Truth to the so-called American Negroes.
He submitted with all humbleness to His American captors in order to show and prove to His Messenger, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH), the Price of Teaching the so-called American Negroes the Truth that will FREE us from our wicked and evil, heartless devil slavemasters.
Beloved Brothers and Sisters, I am probably the most rebellious person against the American status quo that you will ever meet and have had several encounters with Law Enforcement Officers of the land of North America.
I was arrested on trumped up charges and resisted through the entire booking process. I spit in the officers’ faces and freed myself from the handcuffs so I could remove the mouthpiece and spit on them some more!
I wrote “F*** Babylon!” on the walls of my jail cell with the residue that was left from my fingerprinting.
I hate America.
But Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Forever Due, Taught His Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) to be our Leader, Teacher and Guide.
If We Are Wise and Desire Success, We Will Follow Their Holy Example of How to Behave When Arrested, Whether Guilty or Not.
Any one of us could be Sister Sandra (May she rest in peace). But there is really nothing we can do about it, but understand that our histories and futures were written 16,000 (sixteen thousand) years ago.
I KNOW it is difficult, Brothers and Sisters. But ALLAH IS THE BEST KNOWER. We Must Submit To His Will If We Want To Be Successful.
So, my Beloved Brothers and Sisters, do not resist arrest. (Unless you are homeless and just need food, water and shelter. Then, by all means, RESIST. But don’t stop after they handcuff you. They will know it was a rouse and will just cite you. You have to resist until they take you to jail.)
Other than that, do not resist. They know you are innocent. You know you are innocent and Allah (God) Knows you are innocent. Submit to Allah’s (God’s) Will for your life. Follow the rules and come out swinging. Just COME OUT.
I know Sister Sandra was in there making trouble for those devils, because she was me. We MUST take her example and learn from it and go on with Truth. She was a martyr. Let us not allow her dying to be in vain.
I TRIED IT. That was the first time I was really HIT by a man. He was Cuban. But Black. He threatened to shoot me. Don’t wait for confirmation if you get a bad feeling about something, act the first time. I was down for him to shoot me. But either he didn’t want the murder rap or he was full of it.
I wanted him to shoot me rather than hit me again. But I guess, like a slave, a dead prostitute is not good. I now know that was Allah’s (God’s) way of scaring me away from sin (fornication and adultery / prostitution).
Beloved Black People, Christianity has made permissible evil so much so that something is wrong when a person obeys the Divine Laws of God. We think something is wrong when a person practices abstinence or stays a virgin until marriage.
I hate America.
This is the way were supposed to behave. But this world does the opposite. They make the right seem wrong. And that is why Allah (God) is going to destroy them and America is #1 on His list. You just try and stay out of the way. Read Message To The Blackman. You can find it on the homepage.
Sisters and Brothers, this is a blog about Homemaking and I was hesitant to post this blog. It is very serious, but prostitution is so prevalent among our society that I felt like it needed to be addressed. I apologize for any offense.
My main goal is ISLAM, and ideally, this would be taught within the confines of our classes at the Temple. But I guess we can consider this a processing class. 😉
MARRIAGE is the second goal of this blog, strictly between Black People.
Getting you to read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA is first.
When I went to jail, and I would say 60 (sixty) per cent or more, of the women were there for prostitution. One of the Sisters tried to justify her behaviour by saying her behaviour was just like a wife’s.
Her reasoning was that the wife has sex with her husband for money and she has sex with men for money.
Anyone with open eyes, ears and heart can find the discrepancy in her idea.
First, the wife is not having sex with multiple partners. She has sex with the man, Allah (God) ordained for her to have sex with.
Secondly, the wife does more than have sex with her husband. She is his Helpmate, which is also what Allah (God) ordained for her to be.
She is not sinning against Allah.
Sisters (and Brothers), if you are currently being employed by a pimp and are unsure of how to escape, say “Bismillah” (In the Name of Allah) and go to the nearest hospital or call 911 and tell them you are suicidal.
They will send an ambulance and take you to the hospital. If they ask “Are you hearing voices?” Answer, “Yes.” Get your prescription and go apply for Social Security Disability.
It will take a couple months, but you will get the money from those months about $3,000.00
Desperate times call for desperate measures. The point is to get away. I’m sorry for my Sisters, who have never been exposed to this aspect of our community. But prostitution has embedded itself in our community from the top to the bottom.
As Black women, we are looked upon by all segments of society as prostitutes. It is up to us to change our condition and only then will we be granted Divine Help from Our Saviour, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are Due Forever.
Do not be afraid of your pimp, whether it is your parents, your landlord, or just some predator who is cannibalizing off of you. I’m sorry but it has to be dealt with.
Islam is the only solution to our problem. Accept Your Own (Islam) and Be Yourself (A Righteous Muslim). We live in Hell, but we are Righteous BY NATURE. You MUST change your own situation before Allah (swt) Will Help You.
If you fear your pimp, homelessness, starvation, etc. more than Allah (God), you will never be saved. Allah (God) Has Power Over EVERYTHING. And He Says, “Me, and Me Alone, Should You Fear.“
Demonstrating fear for anything other than Allah (God) tells Him that you really don’t believe in His Power Over that which you fear.
I would recommend going to jail, if it means you will get away. Fornication and Adultery are and will always be SINS.
You can extract yourself from your situation or not. It is up to you. Ultimately, Allah (God) is going to ask you about it and you won’t be able to blame anyone but yourself.
Going to jail, will give you time to think. You do not have to accept visits. Nor bailouts (I think). Come up with an exit plan and carry it out. Allah (Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever) Delights in Coming to our aid.
Going to the hospital will put you in contact with a Social Worker, who can help you with a place to stay. Be righteous. Trust in Allah (God) and SAVE YOURSELF FROM A LIFE OF SIN.
If you have another source of income, go to a vacant apartment, room, shelter and make arrangements wherein you can move in immediately (when you say Bismillah, Allah [God] Will Help You. He DELIGTS in coming to our aid). Make arrangements to pay when you get your money. As long as you have enough to move in don’t worry about how you will survive the rest of the month. Allah (God) Will Provide.
If you don’t have enough to move in, make payment arrangements, but MOVE. Immediately.
Yet again, I felt the irresistible urge to disembark from the Red Line several miles before reaching my intended destination – North Hollywood or Union Station – depending on the direction of the train on which I happened to find myself. At this point, it really didn’t matter to me anymore. I was not too particular about where I ended up. Either would have suited me.
I had been going back on forth on the train for the better part of the morning anyway.
This was not the first time I had experienced such a driving force, which left me traveling in circles until crepuscule crept up, finding me nowhere nearer either destination than I had been when I first descended the escalator to the first underground platform.
Usually, by mid-afternoon, I have resigned myself to the fact that I’m not going to reach any destination – not that day, anyway – which is truthfully, just my ostensible excuse for being out of the home and in the street. My true cacoethes is always the burning desire that I will happen upon my Beloved Jamal, and he will take me home, as usual. Only, this time will be that last time and we’ll finally attain our HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
But, alas, following crepuscule is the night, and I have long since developed the habit that results after years of practicing proper training and I am always indoors at least an hour before Sunset.
This day, March 19, 2015, was turning out to be particularly peculiar because not only had I seen my Beloved’s doppelganger, but I had seen THREE of them (if you include the night before)!! And now, here I stood – all alone.
The antiquated relics of old reel-to-reel magnetic films seemed to taunt me. As if to say, “Ha-Ha! You’re one of us now!” – Just a memory of an era long-gone whose train has left the station. “And you missed it!”
But, there’s always another train. Like buses. If you wait long enough. Even overnight. There’s always another one.
They say the same thing to a woman who has been scorned in love…
It’s not true though. Not to a woman who has found her one and only life’s Soulmate. You only get one. If you fuck it up. You’re left with really, two options, only one of which is feasible to the woman. Outsiders who have never met their Soulmate will never understand. They don’t understand why the woman will choose to torture herself with option #1. They will pity her and try relentlessly, however unsuccessfully, to intervene, and force other men on her (option #2), which only makes her situation worse – Not only can she not be at peace (or as close as humanly possible to peace – for a woman in such a heart-wrenching predicament) mourning her lost love, but she has to deal with unwanted and certainly unsolicited advances of unwanted men, who will never stand a chance. More unfortunately, for the woman, that just makes her more desirable. They love the chase and also unfortunately for the woman, no chase is more challenging than a woman who has her heart set on a man who is punishing her for fucking up.
*** I’m just so sorry it took me so long to realize ***
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There is only one Amad-Jamal Washington. It has taken the greater portion of my life to realize that and after watching the last doppelganger, who was him will a full beard, ride off on the Red Line, while I stood, helplessly, on the platform, I wanted to die.
And this shadowy underground tomb housing the dry bones of an industry in which I had only reached the thresh-hold, but never cracked the ceiling seemed to be the perfect backdrop for my final curtain call.
I heard a train rumbling in the distance and a voice that seemed to emanate from the only other person in the station impassively and unabashedly taunted me, “Do It!”
The voice urged me on in a voice that seemed loud enough to echo in my ear, although it was only a whisper.
That was all it took.
The next thing I knew, I was in a fetal position on the tracks anxiously anticipating the dramatic conclusion to an, arguably, even MORE DRAMATIC Musical Stage-play that I, with much sentiment, called my life.
However, “We Plan and Allah Plans; Surely Allah is The BEST OF PLANNERS.”
Apparently, He Had Other Plans for me, because not only did the train not hit and kill me, it rolled over my head, as if I wasn’t even there!
(*Ha! You thought I was going to post Mary Wells, huh? 😉 )
I met my Soulmate, Amad-Jamal Washington, in September of 19 and 79. I was eight (8) years old and he was nine (9) years old.
This was the same month the first commercial rap record, “Rapper’s Delight” was released. I loved it instantly. I used to tell my big cousins, “Play the record with the rainbow on it again!”
I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with both, Hip-Hop and my Honey at the same time.
The first time I saw my Honey was on the playground before school started. It was a new school for me and my Sister and I had just noticed him when someone blew a whistle and all the children “froze”. So I froze too. I thought that was so fun. 😛 We didn’t do anything like that at West Angeles Christian Academy.
Imagine my surprise when we got in the classroom, and he passed me one of those “I like you…” notes. I didn’t even realize he was the Brother who sent me that note until last year. But I must’ve said “Yes” because we were inseparable after that.
We would be in chapel, standing in a circle and, of course we were by each other and he could rub his feet on the carpet and shock the hell out of me. I used to get soooo frustrated because I couldn’t do it! But there’s been electricity between us ever since.
So, our school went on a camping trip to Blue Jay up in the mountains. I was surprised my mom let us go.
As usual, we were inseparable.
Since being in therapy, I’ve learned the terminology for some of my behavior – “Isolate”. I love to isolate. They act like you’re not supposed to. But they are a part of the devil’s world. Allah (God) Told Me To “Come, out of her!” (Revelation 18:4) So, the devils call it isolating and make it seem like there’s something wrong when you follow Divine Instruction.
So, me and my Honey have always isolated ourselves from when we first met.
So, he found a spot for us and we’re hip-hop, so I’m almost positive it was behind the stairs (I know it wasn’t on the roof 😉 and everybody was looking for us.
I’m sure it was I who moved (I’ve since learned, very well, Honey, how not to be found when I isolate) and one of our female classmates heard. They fell on us like a pack of hungry wolves – Ripped US FROM EACH OTHER’S ARMS and we were never the same.
I cry every time I think about it. I almost made it this time. So, I guess I’m getting over it. Especially since now I know he still loves me.
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Here’s Mary Wells for you, and if you notice, her backup singers are The Temptations. There were only four.
Here’s an example of my being torn sometimes. I love to sing. But I love Allah and Islam (My Hubby/Black People) more. This is an example of the tearing.
I went to buy a sewing machine. Most seamstresses know the two most famous brands are “BROTHER” and “SINGER”.
I BOUGHT A “BROTHER”. I feel like music can be a distraction. If you notice, Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) did not have choirs at The Temple.
At the Salaam Restaurant, there would be Jazz musicians though, so I haven’t completely given up on music, but it has to be with my Honey (“Brother“) 😉
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Queens!!!
As promised, I am making plans to bring Homemaking For The Blackwoman.com LIVE!!! to a city near you, next Spring (2016), In Sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah).
Here is the Itinerary:
Friday Night (8-10) – Screening of The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) 1974 Saviour’s Day Lecture. This was Our Beloved Messenger’s (PBUH) Last Speech and ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY, if you plan to attend the other two classes.
If you can’t wait until “the ice melts” to view this powerful lecture you can view it here.
Saturday – “How To Eat To Live” Class (8-3) – There will be live demonstrations on the proper preparation of *Supreme Bean Pie *Supreme Bean Soup and *Honey Whole-Wheat Bread.
(Printouts of the recipes will be available for you to take home, In sha Allah)
Sunday – “How To Sew” Class (2-4) – We will be making the traditional headpiece, designed by Our Saviour Allah (God) for the Black Woman of America.
*YOU MUST BRING YOUR OWN SEWING MACHINE IN ORDER TO BE ADMITTED TO CLASS
There are eight (8) months until Spring, Sisters. Here is a link to where and why you should purchase online.
Tentative List of Cities and Dates
Atlanta, GA – March 25-27
Louisville, KY – April 1-3
New Orleans, LA – April 8-10
Las Vegas, NV – April 15-17
Chicago, IL – May 20-22
Denver, CO -May 27-29
Oakland, CA – June 3-5
Harlem, NY – June 10-12
And of course we’ll wrap at headquarters for HomemakingfortheBlackwoman.com
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA – June 17-19
ALL EVENTS ARE STRICTLY FOR THE BLACKWOMAN WHO IS UP FROM SLAVERY IN AMERICA (AGES 0-1000) AND ALL EVENTS ARE FREE!!! FREE!!! FREE!!!
Hotel accommodations are forthcoming.
(If you know of any Black-owned hotels, venues & businesses in these cities, please leave a comment. No one will see it but me.)
Make sure you are following HomemakingForTheBlackwoman.com to stay up to date with information as it arrives.
Spread the Word and See You Next Spring! (If you’re not scared 😛 )
IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN VOLUNTEERING OR SPONSORING THIS NOBLE EVENT PLEASE CONTACT ME @
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters, Ahem, Brothers, please pass this one on to the wife and daughter, sister &c. and you read this
CHRISTIANITY…)
Dearly Beloved Sisters, in the day and time that we are living, we must do our utmost to save a nickel wherever we can. It is also good to reduce the material waste wherever we can. This white race of people is in a hurry to do as much damage to the earth and its inhabitants in the short time they were given, which was up in 1914, as they can.
Thus, you find “fast-food” and disposable products being manufactured and sold to the public like never before in history. Plastics are used for everything and other products which are not biodegradable are being used in record numbers. This is unhealthy for the users, the manufacturers and the earth.
Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Has Power Over Everything, of course. But it is foolish to continue in this way, when there is clearly a better one.
A while back, I was running low on sanitary napkins and Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever Reminded Me that I can make my own. I had seen and heard of reusable sanitary pads for a few years, but had never made any until necessity made it a necessity. 😛 Of course, you should NEVER use tampons. Here’s why.
However, usually when I had to wash out the sanitary napkins, I also inevitably had to wash out the panties too. So, I thought, “Why not just put the pad in the panties?” Almost no sooner had I thought of the idea, than I saw an ad for disposable “period panties.”
I thought “leave it to the devil, to take my good idea and corrupt it.” But anyway, I am finally in a position wherein I am able to sew again, so I made a few pairs of these:
They were remarkably easy to make. I just made the pad like I always have, laid out a pair of my panties in the shape I wanted these to be (kind of a cross between “granny” and bikini”) Also, I used black fabric which can be difficult to tell if they are completely clean or not, so when I wash them, I just make sure when I rinse them, the water comes out clear. Also, I wash them out immediately. Then I just laid out the fabric underneath, pinned it, cut it out, laid the pad in the crotch, sewed a black covering over it, connected the sides and then hemmed it. Piece of cake! 😉
Sorry, Brothers, I’m not modeling them. You are not even supposed to see the picture! What are you doing on my blog? Read this 🥰
I apologize for the missing photograph. WordPress is janky.
Sisters, you may as well resign yourself to the Actual Fact that we’re ALWAYS going to be looked upon as sex objects by men.
White devil women, our open enemies, have us thinking there’s something wrong with that! Hell, that’s what we were CREATED for!
HELPMATES!
Sure, we do other stuff (housework), but our number one priority is is comforting our husband and that means lovemaking and Tender Loving Care, which equates to sex.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with sex – in its proper place – within the confines of marriage ties. Unfortunately, that is where current society has gone astray, but that does not detract from the initial attraction which is usually purely physical.
When men are alone, with no women, all they talk about are women.
So, stop competing with them – trying to prove you’re equal. Stop it! You are NOT their equal. Women are the WEAKER sex – physically, mentally, intellectually, spiritually and any other “ally” you can think of.
We were CREATED BY THEM. The creation is not the equal of the Creator! And, the sooner we realize and accept that as an actual fact, the sooner we can get to the work of rebuilding our families, our communities, OUR NATION.
EMBRACE YOUR FEMININITY and tell the devil Caucasian woman, she can take her Women’s Lib B.S. and stick it back up her flat ass where it came from.
As for me, I’m going to be perfectly happy and comfortable in my role as the Blackman’s Helpmate. I view it as an honor and a blessing to be a Blackwoman charged with such a noble responsibility. I shall take pleasure in laundering, ironing and mending my husband’s clothes, keeping the dust off the furniture in the home he provides for our family, preparing his meals, rearing his children and keeping him happy so that he feels good to go out and provide us with the necessities of life. This is the proper balance of life – with both of us fulfilling our natural roles.
Knowledge of Self is empowering but more importantly, it is FREEDOM.
Sisters, Let’s Let Our Men Be Men, and go back in the home where we belong. The men you work with every day, when they see you, all they think about is indecencies. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Save that privilege for your husband.
Be one man‘s sex object and BE HAPPY at it. He is. That’s what you were Created for!
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