THE SUPREME WISDOM, VOLUME II
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“THE SACRED VESSELS”
If God destroyed ancient Babylon for the mockery made of the sacred vessels taken from the Temple in Jerusalem, what do you think Allah would do for America’s mockery of the Sacred Vessels (the so-called Negroes) that SHE (America) took from their native land and people and filled with wine and whisky?
KINKY HAIR
The origin of our kinky hair came from one of our dissatisfied scientists, fifty thousand years ago, who wanted to make all of us tough and hard in order to endure the life of the jungles of East Asia (Africa) and to overcome the beasts there. But he failed to get the others to agree with him. He took his family and moved into the jungle to prove to us that we could live there and conquer the wild beasts and we have.
THE SO-CALLED NEGROES’ PRESENT BELIEFS
It’s a disgrace what the so-called Negroes believe today.
They believe, or are made to believe, that every religion other than Christianity is false and idol worship. In reality, it is the Christians who worship idol gods. Just take a look at the interior of their churches, or see their literature. They have statues of wood and metal and imaginary pictures of God, angels, prophets and their disciples. The Christians bow before these and revere the statues and pictures as if they could speak.
These statues and pictures, O my people, are NOT of God, His angels, prophets and disciples of Jesus. Those who worship them, therefore, worship nothing but falsehood and are ignorant enough to love it.
THE SO-CALLED NEGROES ARE GUILTY OF LOVING THE WHITE RACE
More than anyone else and those who worship his image, the so-called Negroes are guilty of loving the white race and all that that race goes for.
They (the so-called Negroes) hang the pictures of white people on the walls of their homes and one can find these (pictures) also on their mantle shelves, dressers and tables. Some even carry them (the white people’s pictures) on their person.
They (the so-called Negroes) go to church and bow down to the statues under the names of Jesus and Mary and some under the name of Jesus’ disciples, which, again, are only the images of the white race, their arch deceiver.
My people (the so-called Negroes) even worship the white man’s names, which will not exist among the people of the NEW world, for they are not the names of God.
They (the so-called Negroes) would greatly benefit themselves if they would seek their places in that which Allah (God) is making NEW by giving back to the great deceiver (the devil) his religion (Christianity), churches and names, and accept the religion of their righteous Nation (Islam) and a name of their God (Allah).
98% OF THE SO-CALLED NEGROES DOUBT ISLAM
Ninety-eight per cent of the so-called Negroes are at the present time in doubt about Islam being their true religion. The other two per cent are with me – but they all will be with me as soon as they see and feel a little of the chastisement from Allah.
YOU SHALL NOT GRIEVE TODAY
Why should you doubt Islam when you know and have every proof that it is the Truth? Can you not put aside the fear that Christianity has put in your hearts?
Accept Islam, my people, and, by the Will of Allah, you’ll be afraid no more, nor shall you grieve today.
WHY MY POOR PEOPLE ARE CONSTANTLY WATCHED
My poor people who have turned to their own God (Allah) and religion (Islam) are constantly being tracked down and watched – as though they were about to stickup a bank. This is done to try to put fear in them – so that they might stay away from their God (Allah), His true religion (Islam), and their Salvation and Defense.
“They (the devils) watch the steps of the righteous (the so-called Negroes), and seek to slay them.” (Psalms 37:32) The so-called Negroes live under the very shadow of death in America. There is no justice for them in the courts of their slavemasters. Why, then, shouldn’t America be chastised for her evils done to the so-called Negroes?
ONE DAY YOUR ENEMY WILL BOW DOWN TO YOU
You may not believe this today, but it will come to pass that even your enemy will one day bow down to you and show you the greatest respect.
Nothing but Islam will make you a dignified and respectable people, so join on to your own kind and accept Islam, the religion of Allah, which will put you on top of the world before you know it!
AFRICANS OF AMERICA AND SELF-RESPECT
The white people sometimes say, “If the Africans of America had self-respect and ability they would go to Ghana and help build a great African Nation.”
But not with their (the devils’) schooling!
If, however, the whites would stop interfering with those who are trying to qualify themselves for a return to their Native People and Country, within a few years they all would leave them (the devils) and their evil doings.
WE HAVE NO BIRTH RECORD
Allah has taught us that we the so-called Negroes are the original people of the earth who have no birth record.
THE SO-CALLED NEGROES MENTIONED IN THE NEW TESTAMENT
We, the so-called Negroes are mentioned in the New Testament under several names and parables.
I will name two: the parable of the Lost Sheep and the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:1-11), of which we could not be described better under or in a parable.
Before the coming of Allah (God) we, being blind, deaf and dumb, had mistaken the true meanings of these parables to be referring to the Jews. Now, thanks to Almighty Allah, Who Came in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad (to whom be praised forever), Who Has opened my blinded eyes, loosened the knot in my tongue, and has made us to understand that these Bible parables are referring to us, the so-called Negroes (and our slavemasters).
The answer (Luke 15:4-6) to the charges made by the proud and unholy Pharisees against Him (God in Person) for eating with His lost-found people whom the Pharisees and their people had made sinners can’t be better. It defends Him and His people (lost and found sheep). He proved their wickedness and hatred for His love for His people who were lost and He had found them. They (the Pharisees) had more love for a lost and found animal of theirs than they did for the lost and found people of Allah (God).
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Saturday
March 4, 2017
6:45 A.M.A.D. – JAMAL
New Orleans
Well, they don’t call New Orleans the crime capital of America for nothing.
Somebody stole my brand new bike! The first day!
I was thinking about taking it back but I wanted to get the money!
I guess Zawji saved me the hassle of having to take it back to the store.
It was very cumbersome having to pack my bag on it everytime I went somewhere and having to lock and unlock it and watch it when I didn’t take my bag off. It was fun riding it but that’s all I really was going to use it for.
Riding around having fun
It’s not like I have to go to work or anything.
I’m even thinking about cutting my phone off.
I just use it for music.
Me and Ibni and Zawji use Messenger or Google videocalls.
I don’t even facetime.
And I haven’t even been using my phone for music lately.
I could use the hundred dollars for something else.
Rent maybe?
I’m thinking I won’t get another bike until I have a secure place to keep it.
Too bad the shelter here is not like L.A. where you can just pay to live there.
I think here you have to let them program you.
And I ain’t the one.
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So, I had a really good night last night. Very peaceful.
Something is happening to me in New Orleans.
I think its the way they talk.
It’s almost hypnotic. It takes me to another place. I feel different. Like I’m getting New Orleanized.
The music too.
Not even Brass but regular party music.
The Honeycomb Hideout is right next to this club and I used to think I would NEVER go in there, but they’re starting to affect me.
I think it’s the same people I was around during Mardi Gras, when I was jamming to their music.
The music makes me feel some kinda way.
I don’t want them to have that kind of power over me.
I feel like I’m slipping into darkness.
I had booked a room but when I got there they said the building was flooded.
BUT
I know they just wanted to rent to tourists.
I was pissed but my teacher taught me, “if someone doesn’t want you in their ‘house,’ find somewhere else to go.”
The other hotel I use was booked solid too, and I was not about to pay $125 to share a room. I mean, I thought about it and I still might but I’m mad they raise the price for Mardi Gras. I thought it was over!
I’m thankful for my peaceful night’s sleep. No telling where I’m gonna be tonight.
The bike would have been good to go to the other shelter but I think Zawji doesn’t want me to go.
They don’t want me there. And I am an A+ student. 😉
So, I’m going to find somewhere else to go.
I feel like going back to L.A., but I have this dentist appointment.
I feel like saying forget it.
But there’s no place I’d rather be than right here in front of the sunrise over the Mighty Mississippi River.
I don’t think there are too many rivers bigger than the Mississippi. Maybe the Amazon and the Nile but not in North America.
It’s absolutely breathtaking.
I’ma take a picture. BRB
Okay, Zawji doesn’t want me to take a photo.
He Wants You To Come See For Yourself.
I try to catch the sunrise over the river every morning.
When you’re homeless, you get to see and do so many wonderful things you would not if you had a home.
The first time I was homeless, I used to ride the bus from DTLA to Malibu every morning. They still have seashells. Well, they did back then. That was in ’99, I think. I saw a turtle stuck in the sand. I got scared when I realized what it was after I started digging. I hope it wasn’t dead. Turtles can live in their shells, right?
When you’re homeless, you usually have to get up early, either because you sleep in a shelter (they always make you get up before sunrise) or because you slept somewhere you’re not supposed to be so you have to move out before the people arrive.
So, catching the sunrise over the beach or the river is not difficult.
This morning I went and had breakfast at the 24-hour IHOP and almost missed it.
I had to run!
Now everybody’s in front of me running along the riverwalk for exercise.
I’ve never liked running for exercise.
And Ibni runs track! LOL
Never been a runner.
I’ll do aerobics or play basketball, handball or tennis, but just to go outside and start running around, nah.
I will walk! Cheah.
Ibni’s always been fast. I never knew it but when we went to Saviour’s Day, he was playing tag with the boys as usual and one of the Brothers came up and told me he was fast. Hakim was five and this boy was like fourteen!
I took a picture of him finally tagging this brother who was about four years older than him too. He got him. And, I got the picture. No telling where it is though.
I still never imagined him running track.
Just another one of our many differences. 😀
I used to love to go to View Park and walk around this little track they have for exercise. The view was amazing. That is the number one neighborhood for rich Black people. Ray Charles used to live there. And I think Stevie Wonder still does.
I also LOVE to walk around neighborhoods and through the city.
I like looking at houses. That’s one of the ways I get caught trespassing. LOL Sometimes curiosity gets the best of me.
I like looking at stores and businesses before they open. Clothing stores give me ideas for garments and accessories. Also I find out where I can buy shoes I like.
It’s also interesting to see the differences between locations in the daytime and at night.
The differences can be like night and day. 😀
It’s so peaceful here.
This big carnival cruise ship just blocked out the sun.
I wonder where it found the river from the ocean or if it just travels up the river. It seemed too big to just travel up the river. Ocean liner.
It was called the Carnival Triumph. I’ma Google it to see where it travels when I get online, In Sha Allah.
Zawji said I can take a picture now. In sha Allah. BRB
It’s too bad I can’t make a video. My phone is tripping. The seagulls sound just like the ones in L.A. but they look different. They have black heads and wings. The ones in L.A. have white heads and grey wings. I think the ones in L.A. are prettier. These look harder.
Man. I can’t believe somebody got me for my bike. I would buy another one but I’m afraid the same thing is gonna happen. I bought a chain with a lock this time instead of the bike lock I usually get that Zawji and Ibni said are good locks. But somebody stole Lulu The First when I had that lock so it probably didn’t matter.
I could sit here all day. My laptop battery lasts nine hours. It’s seven now. So I could stay until four but I know the people are gonna come. They’re already getting on my nerves.
I think I’ll go to the park. Whick one? Dk
But I know it’s time to leave here.
BRB
I’m in the Riverwalk Mall
There’s jazz and wifi. Let me see if I can connect.
BRB
Yeah, I’m connected but I don’t really need it.
I love this mall BEFORE IT OPENS. 😉
This is my prayer: Oh Zawji! Help me to accept the things I don’t want to change. The courage to believe it’s true and the wisdom to know that it’s true without a doubt.
I have to get ready for the new world. Everything will be perfect. It’s difficult to imagine a life of complete happiness but I’m getting ready. I always think something bad has to happen whenever something good happens. But it’s not like that. Everything will be good with no bad. We have to change our thinking. I’m praying to Zawji to help me. He can do everything without help. That’s why He’s Allah. I’m Allah too but I still need a helpmate. I’m working on it.
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I just G’d the Carnival Triumph. It leaves from New Orleans and travels to the Caribbean. That’s probably why it was empty when I saw it. I thought it stopped in New Orleans. It stops in Cozumel and Yucatan. And the longest cruise is only five days. My vacations last months. Hell, my whole life is a vacation. I’ve been in New Orleans maybe a year and I’m still seeing things I’ve never seen before! What can you see in five days?
Today, I plan to visit the Insectarium. I LOVE BUGS! And I’ve been wanting to go but never had the ends. They have an aquarium and a river zoo type thing (Audubon Park). Idk the L.A. Zoo kinda soured me on zoos. The accommodations are atrocious. But I looked at some pictures and it looks kinda cool.
I happened upon City Park one night and that place was the bizzomb!
It’s huge!
I have a spot where I like to go and chill by a flowing water spot in one of the river’s tributaries.
Let me see what time the Insectarium opens today. BRB
Man. I hate Mardi Gras. Any other time of year the price is $19, why is it $22.95 now?
It doesn’t open until ten and it’s only 8:50 now. ion even wanna go anymore. Well, I do, but I feel like not going just on gp.
We’ll see how we feel at ten.
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Cheah
SO
I was headed to the park
AND
Was going to go to the Insectarium
BUT
Allah told me to make a left toward the Riverwalk Mall.
AS
You Know I
Blogged
Til it got hectic.
Then I bought this cute
NOLA shawl
AND
Some pink high-top Vans
And some SUGAR!
They have this store that sells nothing but candy and filthy sex stuff
BUT
I just igged the filthy stuff
And filled my bag with my favorite candies.
MAN
I inherited my sweet tooth from my father
BUT
I’m not mad
BECAUSE
As I always say
You Are What You Eat
I’m SWEETS
😛
Now, I CAN’T go to the Insectarium
BUT
ON
MY
WAY
To The Library
I saw this interesting insect
It looked like a red wasp.
It landed and let me get a good look at it.
I should have tried to take a picture
BUT
I didn’t think of that
TIL
Just Now.
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I’m really gonna try and keep these Vans clean.
The salesman said Chux are supposed to be dirty.
But I gotta keep the Vans clean.
Okay, now I gotta relace them like the picture
AND
Redo my budget.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!
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12:03 p.m.
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FRIDAY
MARCH 3, 2017
4:19 P.M.
NEW ORLEANS
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Asiatic Bebies!
Al Hamdulillah
All Praise Is Due To Allah!
I just finished watching “Breakfast At Tiffany’s.”
I don’t know how long ago, maybe a couple of years or more, my friend from High School and her sister had a “Breakfast At Tiffany’s” themed party with a bunch of friends and they all dressed like her and went to tea or something and Idk. I thought it was kind of cool.
I mean, I had never seent the movie but I had seen pictures and I kinda dug her style.
But when I tried watching the movie back then, I couldn’t get past the first few minutes. I didn’t like the way she walked and I didn’t like that she was eating standing up. I’m even against doughnuts now.
But anyway, last year or two years ago, I went to Tiffany’s in the Century City mall and looked at their wedding bands. They didn’t have any yellow gold ones. So, I told them to get some.
Then a couple of days ago, I went to the Shops at Canal Place and there’s a Tifanny’s in there but it wasn’t open when I went (early in the morning). But there was a wedding set in the window and it just completely blew me away.
I had never seen a diamond like that before. I posted a picture of it the other day but let me see if I can find a better one. BRB
It was something like this but darker. Maybe because of the black velvet backdrop but it was absolutely stunning.
Anyway, I thought I would try watching the movie again after seeing such an inimitable stone.
After hearing her speak and seeing how she acted, I couldn’t believe it.
I mean, the pictures made me think she was more refined.
This woman was buck wild and sadly, reminded me of myself.
I felt the same way I felt when I started reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.
I had heard so much about the book and Moesha said it was her favorite book and I’m Moesha too (but I was a cheerleader) so I wanted to read the book.
I had to put it down after reading the first paragraph!
I picked it up later.
But this movie was like that book for me.
Shocking.
I don’t want to be like those type of women.
Bold and abrasive.
Sassy I’m okay with.
But she smoked and drank and I’m not even going to mention what she did that made me stop watching a third time.
But nevertheless, she reminded me so much of myself and I knew it was going to have a happy ending, so I watched it.
She changed her name.
I was just thinking about how many times I’ve changed my name.
My parents named me Cheryce Anet Bailey.
Then I changed it to Cheryce X.
Then Makeda Toure’ (After the Queen of Sheba and Kwame Toure’)
Then Cheryce Toure’
Then Latifah Allah.
Now LOVE ALLAH.
I think that’s how it went. I can’t remember but she had a former life and a former name then moved to a new city and completely changed her personality.
I didn’t intend to do that. It just sorta happened.
She went to jail and didn’t care.
I can’t think of how many times I’ve been to jail.
Let me see. The first time in L.A. was in March of 1999 and Horace Tapscott died and the Matrix came out.
Again October 21, 2014
Again in February or March 2016
Those were in L.A.
I went to jail in Vegas and they kicked me out. They actually said they were giving me a “Kick Out” LOL That was in January 2015.
Then in New Orleans. I think it was October or November 2015.
Five times.
The first time was for videotaping at the B-Boy Summit and they said I had a warrant and I had to stay longer for resisting arrest.
Three times for trespassing.
Once for arson (Vegas) I don’t just like to break glass. LOL
I’m really trying to stay out of jail. I was going to go right before Mardi Gras but they let you out in like three days and I’m homeless so I need to stay a little bit longer. So, I was like forget it.
They also make me take off my headpiece. I don’t like that.
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I bought another bike.
Let me see if I can find a picture.
But I put a bike rack on the back.
It’s cool.
I mean.
It gets me from A to B to C to D
So
Al Hamdulillah!
Gotta Go!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!
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THURSDAY
MARCH 2 , 2017
9:00 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Asiatic Black Bebies!!!
Yesterday was so peaceful!
Everybody was walking around with ashy foreheads trying to be good.
LOL
Somebody asked me what I was giving up for Lent.
I told her nothing.
I’m good EVERY DAY!!!
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It was SO PEACEFUL!!!
I realized this morning, rather I found out this morning that a lot of businesses close the entire week!
I also just found out that Lent lasts until Easter!!!
Allahu Akbar!!!!!
Let me G when is Easter.
BRB
April 16
Easter is the second wickedest “holiday” in America.
I wonder when does Daylight Savings Time begin.
BRB
WOW!!!!
It’s next Sunday!!!!!
March 12!!!!!
Yaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!
I love Daylight Savings Time!!!!!!!
It means SPRING is here!
Let me see when is the Spring Equinox.
BRB
WOW!!!!!
March 20th!!!!!!!
I’ve got to remember that.
I like to commemorate the change in seasons.
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I found a Brother who sells bikes in NOLA
In Sha Allah (If it Pleases Allah) I’m going to buy a pink one with a pink wicker basket and a cup holder.
Here is the website http://www.nolacitylights.com.
He delivers too.
His name is Wayne and his phone number is (504) 314-5785.
He’s cool.
I hope he sells locks and chains too.
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Well, I guess I’m gonna go to the library and see what the weather is like in the N.O.
I’m watching “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and she is just like me.
Unfortunately, although everyone else wants to be like her, I DON’T!
Just like “Janie” in Their Eyes Were Watching God, the BOOK.
I don’t want to be like them.
AGGRESSIVE
But I’ve just got to learn to be myself and love who I am.
REGARDLESS…
Have a FABULOUS De!!!
LOL
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#ILOVENO
Queens of the Planet Earth
THIS IS FOR THE QUEENS OF THE PLANET EARTH
RIGHTEOUS BLACK WOMEN, BEAUTIFUL SINCE BIRTH
WE ARE THE MOTHERS OF ALL CIVILIZATION
THE ONLY WOMEN ON EARTH SINCE THE CREATION
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMEN
ALL OF THE RACES CAME FROM YOU!
SO ACT LIKE YOU KNOW AND WATCH WHAT YOU DO!
BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU WEAR AND COVER YOURSELF
A QUEEN DOESN’T COME OUT OF HER CASTLE HALF-DRESSED
WITH SKIN-TIGHT DRESSES AND HER BODY ALL EXPOSED
LIKE SHE FORGOT TO PUT ON THE REST OF HER CLOTHES
WE ARE ROYALTY – QUEENS – AND GODDESSES
SO WHEN WE COME OUT THE HOUSE WE SHOULD ALWAYS LOOK MODEST
DON’T DRESS LIKE THE WHITE DEVIL WOMEN WHO HAVE NO SHAME
THEY ARE PRACTICING NUDITY FROM THE TIME WHEN THEY LIVED IN THE CAVES
DON’T FOLLOW THEIR WAYS; IT’S EXTREMELY DEGRADING
TO SEE RIGHTEOUS BLACK WOMEN – QUEENS – PARADING
UP AND DOWN THE STREET FOR ALL TO SEE
OUR SHAME AND BEAUTIFUL FORMS WITH NONE OF THEIR MAJESTY
COVER UP!!!
OR JUST STAY INSIDE
OUR BEAUTY IS RARE LIKE DIAMONDS AND GOLD SO WE NEED TO HIDE
FROM THE LASCIVIOUS LOOKS OF UNQUALIFIED MEN
WHO OGGLE AND FANTASIZE ABOUT US; THEIR MINDS FULL OF SIN
DON’T SUBJECT YOURSELF AND YOUR DAUGHTERS TO SUCH DISGRACEFUL THINGS
WE ARE QUEENS AND WERE CREATED FOR BLACK KINGS!!!
SO WHEN OUT SHOPPING
WE MUST KEEP THIS IN MIND
AND BUY CLOTHES FIT FOR A QUEEN
WHO IS NOT DEAF, DUMB AND BLIND!!!
QUEENS WEAR A CERTAIN TYPE OF DRESS
TO DISTINGUISH US FROM ALL THE REST
WHO LOOK UP TO US AND EMULATE HOW WE ACT
BECAUSE THEY ALL KNOW THAT THEY CAME FROM BLACK
SO ACT LIKE THE FIRST
AND NOT LIKE THE WORST
AND REMEMBER WE ARE
QUEENS OF THE PLANET EARTH
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WEDNESDAY
MARCH 1, 2017
10:00 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM BELOVED BLACK BEBIES!!!!
HAPPY FAT WEDNESDAY 😛
LOL
It’s probably something like Mierco Gras.
I had a wonderful first Mardi Gras
2017
I got engaged to a Muslim Brother named T.J.
I told him my name was T too.
Everybody in our family’s name was T.something
Mine was T.S.
The you-know-what
LOL
He looked just like Zawji
And you should see the ring!
I’ma see if I can find it on Google
BRB
He showed me the band too.
I’d never seen platinum jewelry in real life as far as I know.
The diamond was unlike any I had ever seen in my life.
And I’ve seen A LOT of diamonds.
It was indescribable.
I’m sure it was the cut.
It looked dark
BUT
Had the rainbows like when I saw Slick Rick.
When the light hit it.
The picture does not show how beautiful it really was.
Platinum is indescribable too.
It was like solid mercury.
But I still prefer yellow gold.
I like yellow.
SO
I just showed them Zawji’s picture.
Not this one.
The one where he’s clean cut.
No beard and his chef’s uniform.
But without that scary knife.
Let me find it.
BRB
His cousin tried to beat me to see if I was tough enough to be with him.
I beat her up
When he told her I was his fiancee’
LOL
He was so fine
AND
He likes pineapples
LIKE
ME.
Ibni can’t eat pineapples.
They make him throw up.
It’s so crazy.
With Binti, I could buy anything I liked and we both could eat it.
But Ibni comes along with his own tastes and it was like I was buying for two.
Boyz…
I found out the Zulus are gay.
All those secret societies are based on masonry (the devil’s Islam) so you know they cannot be right.
It’s time for them to be destroyed.
So when I found out the homie was a Zulu and he tossed me a Zulu ball tryna cuff ya gurl
I threw that mf in the basketball hoop
And cracked it open.
I was hoping something was in it.
But it was EMPTY!!!
I felt like he gave me his heart and I broke it open and it was EMPTY!!!
Precognitive Intuition
Like symbolically telling me
If I married him or believed that he really loved me
I would have come up
What???
EMPTY!!!
I knew those Zulus were gay when the King and Queen rode on separate floats.
The King and Queen are supposed to be TOGETHER
AND
Let the children ride on floats behind them.
This makes sense.
But they’re nothing but a perverted branch of masonry or illuminati like the rest of them.
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I SAW SOME INDIANS TOO!!!!!!!
That was crazy because when T.J. left with his cousin
I left too
The parade had gotten out of hand.
I had heard there were devils in the Zulu Social and Pleasure Club
BUT
I didn’t want to believe it.
I saw one
AND
Still didn’t want to believe it.
Then when T.J. left
There was a whole float of them.
When will we learn that all devils do is make mockery of us?
They had on blackface like the zulus, but they had on afro wigs
AND
Nobody acted offended but me and T.J.
We left.
It was insulting.
We separated.
And I got to see what Black Mardi Gras is all about.
It’s just another holiday.
A day when the slavemaster said the slaves didn’t have to work.
So we barbecue pork and get drunk and fight
Like they want us too.
But at least the Black Mardi Gras isn’t full of debauchery like the devils.
Except for my fight with T.J.’s cousin
It was very civilized.
I didn’t see ANY other fights.
AND
I was told there are ALWAYS fights.
Me and T.J. were in the children’s section.
I was surrounded by children (under 13)
And I wondered where the teenagers were.
I thought if we had had teenagers with us,
We could let them walk around like teenagers do
And come back to home base whenever they felt like it
Like teenagers do.
I had fun with the babies
And T.J.’s cuzzins.
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I walked around the corner to Lafitte park
AND
Found some purple, gold and green roses that somebody didn’t have enough time to put together and decorate their float with and I saw an adorable little angel and thought it would be fun to put them together and decorate the park with them.
SO
That’s what we did.
She told me I was her friend and offered me some chow.
But Allah Told Me To Fast Until The Festivities Were Over.
SO
I took her to the playground but she didn’t ask her Paw-Paw nor her Maw-Maw if she could go.
So her cousin came and reprimanded her (as he should) for walking off with a stranger (to them).
SO
I went on to the playground
AND
MET
ANOTHER
LITTLE
ANGEL
Named EGYPT
And we played with the Zulu Ball (what was left of it 😛 )
I wanted her to throw it through the hoop
BUT
Egypt just wanted to throw it.
She was little and a girl
SO
I just let her do her thing.
She threw it like a frisbee.
She offered me some pizza
BUT
I told her I was fasting.
I know if I had eaten some food there
I would have gotten ensnared into the debauchery.
In The Holy Qur’an Sharrieff
Allah WARNS Us
That this world’s life is
“Naught but a sport and a play“
Full of eating and drinking in darkness.
So Muslims fast to get out of it (Revelation 18:4)
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The teenagers were at the playground
As they should be.
There was a couple that reminded me of Zawji and me.
He kissed her and turned her into a zombie
LOL
She stood there for about five minutes in a daze
WHILE
HE
PLAYED
BASKETBALL.
I laughed because I could relate.
Zawji can kiss me
AND
I forget my own name
!!!!
It was so funny.
They were dressed alike.
There was a little drama going on with her friend.
Her boyfriend wasn’t there at first.
He came later with a Mardi Gras shirt on.
He was the only one dressed in Mardi Gras attire.
AND
This other teenage Brother was trying to take her from him
BUT
He wouldn’t let him.
THEY
EVEN
BEAT
HIM
UP
!!!!
But it just made their love stronger.
The Brother who made their love stronger had a little Brother.
I liked him.
He taught me how to “hit the quan”
Ibni tried to teach me before
But you have to have the music
WELL
At least IDo
I found out I like to hit the quan and then Nae Nae
I don’t really whip my hair maybe my headpiece
I also like to “dab” on ’em
But I use a hanky or a hand towel (white) preferably one used by some emcee that still has his smell on it. 😛
So after the girls left
I played with this little bad boy named Tavares like all little bad boys
I saw his twin.
He took her hula hoop
And then my twin told his mother.
They were so cute together.
She was him but with hair.
His shirt read “Legend in the Making”
He played football, not basketball yet,
BUT
He watched his little Brothers a little
Then we played frisbee
Till his mother came back.
He showed me an ant colony
And I picked up some Chee-tos to feed to the fish in Armstrong Park.
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We were right next to an Indian Hideout
They almost showed me their step.
BUT
This devil was there ruining everything.
I just igged her.
But D.J. Lou(is) was off the hook.
I was running after a ball and my pants-skirt started falling off
AND
I ALMOST TRIPPED AND FELL
BUT
He changed the music to Second Line
SO
I just played it off like I was doing some footwork
LOL
Thank-you Pops.
I had a good time playing basketball to the music.
He started playing Michael Jackson
I know I told you,
BUT
New Orleanians play A LOT of Michael Jackson
BUT
This time it was a party and I got to dance
And the Sister and her boyfriend sat and watched me whip
AND
Finally snuck off.
I’m happy they worked it out.
They got it like the other couple.
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SO
While the Indians were trying to decide which one of them was going to take me home
I snuck off
AND
Pushed To The Hideout.
😛
Zawji Took Me Home
And Gave Me A Stuffed Animal
A little Penguin Named Sam.
She’s a girl and plays the piano.
Her catch phrase is
“I smell a Froot Loop”
Because when I first saw her I thought she was a Toucan
AND
SHE
TOLD
ME
THOSE
INDIANS
Are zulus and they are all gay.
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The masked Indians I saw were not zulus.
They looked official
They didn’t have on rhinestones and glitter
They had a gun
Indians carry guns now.
They are mad as hell
AND
Want their land back.
Bows and Arrows didn’t work.
They have horses too.
But they don’t show them off.
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I had a great time at Mardi Gras 2017
T.J. took pictures of our family.
Sorry
He told me to keep my phone off
So as not to interfere.
He’s on IG
But I don’t know under what name.
Sorry.
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I also saw that I have had a positive influence on the New Orleanians.
The first visit I saw some girls with cheerleading skirts on
SO
I
TOLD
THEIR
SPONSOR
They should cover their legs.
AND
In the zulu parade
There was a group of girls in red pants!!!!!!
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!
I was glad I looked.
That’s the only reason I don’t like parades.
Then men go just to see little girls in little skirts.
PERVERTS!!!
SO
I’m glad I looked when Zawji told me to
SO
I could see that.
Allahu Akbar
Allah is the Greatest!!!
I also accepted that I like tubas now the best.
The Talladega University Band was there all the way from Alabama
AND
THEY
HAD
NINE
TUBAS
!!!!
There were a lot of local high school bands
AND
I kept listening and looking for the quads
BECAUSE
Ibni plays quads in his High School Band
BUT
I didn’t see any.
Ibni is on the right
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SO
I got up early this morning (before dawn)
AND
Went by Brock’s but he wasn’t outside yet
SO
I went on to see the sunrise over the Mighty Mississippi.
I found out sunshine is solange (so-LANZH) in French.
I found Zawji’s MG Fedora.
It was green with sequins and purple dice beads, gold variety beads and silver disco ball beads and red flashing lights around it.
I took a picture but my laptop be trippin’, right?
BRB
I had on a purple, gold and green wreath type Katherine Hepburn fur hat
AND
We looked so good together.
We are Cephus and Rycee.
Finishing each others rhymes.
Let me find a video.
BRB
They used to call us “Looney Tunes“
Now we have a child
WHO
IS
“Froot Loops“
LOL
Heeeeeeeey, Ibni !!!!!! 😛
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I just tried to watch that disney movie with the Black Princess.
I knew the prince was not Brown like her
BUT
I thought he was at least CREOLE
Since it is set in New Orleans.
But the clip I saw of the prince he sounded like a Mexican!!!
I hate Disney.
HER accent wasn’t even right.
Why didn’t they get a New Orleanian to do the role?
New Orleanians?
Why can’t the BLACKMAN be a prince, disney?
BECAUSE
He Will Be King One Day, huh?
And that’s just more than you can handle, huh?
It’s hard enough trying to find little Black boys on T.V.
Then here comes the perfect opportunity
To put him in a worthwhile position
AND
YOU
PASS
OVER
HIM
AS
USUAL.
He can be your servant
But
NEVER
A
PRINCE
NOT
EVEN
IN
THE
CASE
OF
A
BLACK
PRINCESS.
They did the same thing when Brandy played Cinderella.
They made her prince Chinese.
Oh!
We have Coming To America
But that’s not for children.
We had “Little Bill”
But try and find a 8-20 years old Black boy on T.V.
Or in the movies.
They put Black girls
BUT
If you know of any shows or movies with young Black Boys (8-20) in intelligent roles
PLEASE
COMMENT
!!!!
THANK-YOU!!!
Sister Captain’s Blog ٢٢
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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MONDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2017
11:45 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Bebies
I’m listening to this B. McKnight live album from L.A. and I’m perplexed as to how he can have a live band and recorded background vocals. Raheem did the same thing when I saw him and I want to know how they do that.
I could scream.
When I have a concert that is what I want.
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This library has about ten non-fiction books for beginning readers and almost a whole floor of fiction books for beginning readers. It’s annoying and frustrating. They fill our babies heads with nonsense as soon as they learn how to read. That sets the stage for a future of foolishness. The ten non-fiction beginner books are from National Geographic.
If you have toddlers, here is the book I found. PLEASE do not fill your babies’ heads up with nonsense.
**** Click on the book cover and go to Amazon where you can purchase this book and others like it for your babies. If you have two-year-olds or younger they should know their English letters and sounds and should be ready for these books. ****
There are eleven of them and they are called “PRE-READERS.“
I sent them an e-mail asking if they can publish some dealing with science and mathematics.
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Why did I go watch the brothers making the beignets and the dough they use almost made me throw up.
I bake bread you know, so when I saw them take the bowl of dough and move it to where they prepare the beignets and it wasn’t pulling from the side of the bowl I got so totally grossed out. I had to leave.
It’s bad enough that they don’t put YEAST in the dough.
But to fry dough like that is disgusting.
I tasted them once (before I knew how they make them) when this homeless old gentleman gave me a bag of them and the first thing I noticed was the WASTE of powdered sugar.
I mean the whole bag was nothing but powdered sugar with some beignets thrown in it!
Then when I tasted it and got a mouthful of dough I knew I could never buy them.
They’re nothing but French churros.
I don’t eat those either by the way.
They’re worse than pancakes.
And Pringles.
If you eat anything in the line of dough please make sure it’s BAKED and with YEAST added!
Otherwise, you might as well go dig yourself a grave due to the taxing of your stomach.
I think I wanna watch Bamboozled.
Let me see if I can find it on YT.
BRB
Nope
Allah Wants Me To Finish Book of Eli
SO…..
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Oh yeah, Mardi Gras is not as bad as I thought.
Yesterday (Saviour’s Day) was more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed.
I didn’t go see either of my N.O. “boyfriends” I quit both of them!!
AND
ZAWJI
CAME
THROUGH
LIKE
A
THOROUGHBRED
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I didn’t run into any parades either.
Allahu Akbar!!!!
Today is turning out good too.
No parades.
I’m going to push to the hideout early.
I had a wonderful night
AND
Nothing but optimistic expectations for the rest of February.
No idea what I’m going to do next month.
BUT
I’m thinking I might stay for my dentist appointment.
MY tooth is an eyesore
To me anyway.
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM!!!!
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When I Met Allah…
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
“I have all the hard luck and confronting more hard luck cause by my own people; Don’t you see they are poison by the devil and so badly poison that they can’t see me walking among them every day and eating with them give them Knowledge to compare with any body in the world and they are still in doubt.”
– Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever – ALLAH IN PERSON
The above quote was taken from a letter written by our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom praise is due forever, to our Dearly Beloved Holy Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him). As you read, He mentioned to the Messenger (PBUH) that He walks among us and even eats with us and we don’t see Him.
He (ALLAH) is right here among us and we don’t even see Him!
When I tell people that I met Master Fard Muhammad, in Person, they very rarely believe me. But this quote right here provides proof of what is actually going on. I just happened to be blessed enough to be open in my heart to receive the Knowledge that I was actually in the presence of our Saviour. Al Hamdulillah (All Praise is due to Allah).
Details of My Encounter With Our Saviour –
Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever
February 27, 2008
My son, Hakim, and I were on a Greyhound bus on our way home from Saviour’s Day in New York and Hakim kept having to go to the bathroom! I know it was all Divinely Planned by Allah now, because every time I got up to take Hakim to the restroom (at least three times) the whiteman who was sitting behind me kept resting His arms on the top of my chair, getting real comfortable and whatnot.
This really upset me, to the point where I was going to say something to Him about it, but I held my peace. I was keeping a close watch on my seat because I had left my pocketbook on the floor and I didn’t want this devil to try and rob me.
I laugh about it now, knowing who He Was. I thank Allah I didn’t say anything to Him about leaning on my seat!
When we reached the next rest stop, He asked the Sister who was sitting next to Him (she looked like she may have been a Muslim Sister from Africa or somewhere in the East because she had her hair covered and she had an exotic look) as she was on her way off the bus, to get Him a “chicken wing” or something and He Got up and handed her some money.
Then He turned to me and explained that He didn’t want to get off the bus. It was very cold and He was only wearing a t-shirt. I thought those were his only clothes, but later on He had on a jacket, and when He transferred buses, I noticed He was dressed very fashionably with nice shoes too, some kind of light brown loafers or maybe ankle boots. I’m pretty sure they didn’t have laces. But they were very nice shoes.
He sat back down and Hakim (who was five at the time) started talking to Him. They were carrying on a conversation and I was very concerned because I don’t like Hakim talking to devils but I didn’t say anything.
The Sister brought back His food, a sandwich, and I made Hakim turn around so He could eat in peace and also as an excuse to get him to stop talking to Him.
After He ate (and a little while He ate), He and Hakim resumed their conversation.
All I remember is when they started showing each other tricks. Hakim made his nostrils flare out and told Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever, that my grandfather could make his ears go up and down.
This man, whom I thought was a devil, could do both things.
Then Hakim did this clap he does with his hands that sounds kind of like bubbles popping, that he learned from watching Buffy (The Human Beat Box from The Fat Boys) and Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are Due Forever, could do that too!
Then Hakim mentioned how some people can flip their eyelids up and fold them over. This “devil” could do that too, but He didn’t because He said, “Your hands have to be clean.” (I wish I had known that when I was in the First Grade. I used to do that all the time!)
Then He showed Hakim a trick where it looked like He was removing the top segment of His index finger and that’s when I heard a voice in my head that said,
“Doesn’t He look like Master Fard Muhammad???”
I tensed up and got very still.
I could not deny that He DID look like our Saviour.
The voice told me to turn around and look.
I did NOT want to turn around. I thought He might think I was staring at Him or something.
But I have learned to obey the voice in my head, so very reluctantly I turned around.
He was smiling at me so pleasantly; it was as if He was waiting for me to turn and look at Him.
He caught me so off guard, I think I laughed. He was smiling so sweetly and I was pleasantly surprised.
I’m sure I smiled back before turning back around.
I was very nervous by now, but I tried to act normal.
I had no sooner turned back around in my seat, when the voice said,
“Look again.”
Now you know, if I didn’t want to look a first time, I most definitely did not want to turn around and look a second time.
Nevertheless, knowing the voice inside my head comes from Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, Who Was sitting right behind me, after what seemed like a lifetime, I turned around to look at Him again.
He looked as if He Was Waiting for me to turn around and look at Him again and Had the most reassuring smile on His face!
I wasn’t convinced He was our Saviour yet, but I was certainly more at ease. So, when He started doing the finger trick, I very naturally joined in the exchange. I whispered to Hakim,
“Doesn’t He look like Master Fard Muhammad?”
A real devil who was sitting across from Him tried to get in our conversation by showing a trick where it looked like he pulled a string through his neck. I ignored him, but Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, let the man perform his trick, then He went on talking to Hakim.
It was during this time that He said that “Darkness is a trick”.
I knew what He meant. He was referring to the world of spiritual darkness we now live in made by Yacub’s made devil, the Caucasian.
I asked Him what His Name was and He seemed to think about it for a little while and then He said, “J.J.”
He told us He was from Turkey. But since we all know our Saviour was born in the Holy City, Mecca, Arabia, He could have meant that He had been living in Turkey.
I Was so taken by Him that I called my Sister in Islam, and told her about Him. She said, “Girl, you better take a picture!”
So, I asked Him if I could take a picture of Him. He agreed and I think Hakim was already sitting next to Him, so I took a picture of them together.
After a while it was prayer time. I started to turn around and face Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is due forever. But after turning 90 degrees, I heard the Voice say, “That’s enough.” If I had turned all the way around, I would have been facing East…
He asked Hakim if he liked to draw and Hakim thought about it and then he said, “Yes”. Then Brother “JJ” let Hakim have some paper and He gave him a Greyhound ink pen to draw with, like He had bought it at the bus depot, just for that purpose.
Hakim asked me if I could draw a lion. I told him I couldn’t and to ask “Brother JJ”. So he did. He asked “Brother JJ” if He could draw a picture of a lion standing up. Brother JJ said He could. Hakim gave him back the paper and the pen.
After He drew the picture He handed us back the paper. He had drawn a picture of a lion standing up on its hind legs as if it were a human being standing up. I laughed and then Hakim laughed, but then he said,
“No, I meant like a lion.”
I explained that, “He knew what you meant, He was just being funny to make you laugh.”
Hakim said, “Oh,” and then He handed Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praises are due forever, back the paper and He proceeded to draw a lion standing up. Very nicely, I might add.
Hakim drew some pictures too. Snakes.
When Hakim finished drawing I handed the paper back to Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom all Holy praises are due, and I asked Him,
“Maa hatha?” referring to the paper.
He said, “What?”
So I repeated my question.
He said something like “What does that mean?”
I told Him, “It means, ’What is this?’ in Arabic.”
He said, “I used to speak Arabic.”
I asked Him why He doesn’t speak it anymore. He said He stopped speaking it.
All this was happening as He was standing up (He was about 6 feet+) putting the paper back into His bag.
Later, when He was transferring buses, I noticed that it was a Messenger Bag.
I wish I had kept that paper.
Then He let Hakim listen to His walk-man (a little tape player). I wanted to hear what He was letting my son listen to because I screen Hakim’s music, and I wasn’t completely convinced that He was actually our Saviour just yet.
He was listening to some Turkish music. It really relaxed Hakim.
So Hakim sat back and listened to the music and I asked Him where He was going. He told me He was going to Michigan. Not Detroit. He seemed to have a little difficulty saying the name of the city. But He managed “Lans…” So I deduced He must have been going to Lansing. He Said He was going to a Wedding.
Hakim finished listening to the walkman and gave it back to Him. Then Hakim started playing with his toys and Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom praise is due forever, and I listened to our walk-men.
He Sat back in His seat and closed His eyes but then He Started reading a book. Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever, DOES NOT SLEEP.
I asked Him what He was reading.
It was a book written in Turkish and He told me the author was the winner of the Nobel Prize for literature. It was called Istanbul. I wrote down the name of the author and He was impressed that I didn’t have to ask Him the author’s name again (Orhan Pamuk).
After we returned home, I read a different book by Orhan Pamuk, called Snow. You know how when I read books and watch T.V. I see “signs”. That happened very often throughout my reading of Snow. During that trip to NYC, I saw snowfall for the first time in my life.
Some time later, we came to another rest stop. This time He got off the bus and He asked me if I wanted some water. I told him “Yes, thank-you.”
When He got back on the bus, He handed me some water, I can’t remember what the name of it was. I would know it if I saw it, but it was not a kind that I have ever seen out here in L.A. It looked like some kind of foreign word because of the spelling, but it was in English. It is right on the tip of my brain. The label was light blue or light green or both with trees on it and I think a stream or river or something. In any case, it was very cold and I was very thirsty for water, which I did not bring any with me, so I was very grateful. I’m pretty sure it was “Sierra” water.
I said, “Shukruun.” (Thank-you, or what I thought was thank-you, in Arabic).
He said, “Shukran.”
I said, “Oh, is that how you say it?”
He said, “Yes, Afwaan.”
He sat down and started eating some sunflower seeds and asked me if I wanted some. I told Him,
“No, I already have some.”
Later, when I was getting something out of my suitcase, I showed them to Him.
Mine were shelled. His were not. I didn’t look to see what He did with His shells.
He also had some “Powerade” and after Hakim importunately asked about it, He gave it to him, but I ended up drinking it because He said it would be too much for Hakim and have him all hyped up and everything.
I asked Him if He Wanted some Ritz Crackers, knowing we are not supposed to eat crackers unless we cannot get to our own cooked bread. And, I had some bread. I just used the trip as an excuse to eat crackers. Astaghfirullah. Of course, He Said, “No.” I was tempting God. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah.
After the bus took off again, He and Hakim started talking more. I remember Him asking Hakim what grade he was in. Hakim explained that he wouldn’t be starting school until he was six and Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Be Praised Forever, Said That He Started School When He Was Seven.
That didn’t dawn on me until the next day, and that is what really convinced me that He Was Actually Our Saviour. I remember reading somewhere where our Messenger (PBUH) wrote that our Saviour started school when He was seven. I don’t know why that was the determining factor to my realizing that He was actually Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are Due Forever. Probably because seven (7) is such an unusual age to START school. I had never heard of anyone starting school at age seven.
He also asked Hakim what he wanted to be when he grew up. Hakim told Him he wanted to be a builder and a doctor. So, “Brother JJ” told me about Dr. Oz and He said that he was a good doctor and that he appears on The Oprah Winfrey Show.
Then He let me listen to His music and I asked Him what the man was singing about. He seemed to know what I was thinking and said it was a love song.
So then I let Him listen to my walkman. He said it was “very nice” (“Chameleon” by Herbie Hancock) but I had something better, so I skipped to the next song and let Him listen.
He said, “Who is this, Miles?”
I said “Yes!” I was surprised that He knew. Then He explained that his old roommate listened to a lot of Miles and that he played the guitar. I asked Him what kind of music he played and He said “Jazz”. Then I asked Him if His roommate was Black and He said “No, he was white.”
At first I was surprised, but the Messenger taught that while the Saviour was in school at the University of California, He stayed with white families.
Then I lied to Him unintentionally (talking about what I knew not) and told him that the piano player on the Miles was the same as on “Chameleon”. The Miles was “All Blues” from Kind of Blue and a devil is on the piano. But I didn’t know that back then.
He just looked at me as if He was trying to assess if I was deliberately lying to Him. He must have known that I would never intentionally tell Him an untruth and He just didn’t say anything about it.
Later, Hakim asked me what was the name of one of his teeth. I said I didn’t know and to ask Brother JJ. So he asked Him and He said, “Let’s name it JAMAL.”
I COULDN’T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT. I am enamored with a Brother named JAMAL!!!
That was pretty much it tho. Soon we got to His transfer point (Pittsburgh) and He stood in line in the bus depot and waited to board His bus. Everytime I looked at Him, He was looking down and to the side, like He wanted to appear as He looked in that photo.
Praise be to Allah in Person, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are Due Forever, Saviour to the So-Called American Negroes.
He is With Us.
SisterCaptain’s Blog ٢١
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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February 25, 2017
10:54 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS
HAPPY DAY BEFORE SAVIOUR’S DAY!!!
I wish I was in Harlem…
Instead of this bubbling kettle of debauchery.
Two more days and it’s gonna blow!!!
Everybody’s in place.
I’m at library.
I don’t know where anybody else is. LOL
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So, if you were in any doubt about POTUSes being masons.
The first one was so…….
There is a statue of him outside the library and he has on full mason garb.
He is on a different stand at the library and there is on his right side a letter he wrote to his Brothers, on his left side a list of his fraternal brothers and on the back some history about the statue. It’s dope. I love the coded words.
It said he is “free and accepted.”
That proves that masonry is just symbolic of us – the so-called american slaves once you become free or A MUSLIM.
masons used to be good, but they’re wicked now. But what more would you expect from devils.
They cannot be reformed.
So Allah is going to wipe them all off the planet. The women too.
Pigs too.
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Black people have so many problems.
The devil is our main problem.
He made our women take the place of men.
Women work and take care of the children and the men don’t have to do anything but sit out and wait for the women to give them something.
Our children suffer the most.
I have no idea what this generation is going to do.
Change is happening.
I know women are starting to understand that we are not supposed to work.
And men are starting to realize that they are responsible for providing for the family.
SHELTER
CLOTHES
FOOD
In that order.
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I’m watching a movie.
I haven’t watched a movie like this since I saw Matrix
It’s called Book of Eli
I know Denzel is going to win.
He ALWAYS WINS!!!!!
Maybe I won’t watch it.
I’ll just use my own imagination.
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The devil ALWAYS Disappoints.
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