بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(Foo!)

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Black Bebies!!!

Can you believe I had never seen that video? (Friday)

I mean I’ve seen the movie numerous times but I’ve never seen the music video.

Kinda funny to see Oshea getting his groove on.

Reminded me so much of my baby, Lil A.J.. When she was around four she used to throw her hands up and dance just like a gangsta. LOL

They always gotta put some hoes in the video though.

That’s the only part I didn’t like.

That’s like all I ever see Black women doing in the media.

Half-naked and twerkin’.

I mean, I’ve seen shows with Blackwomen working at the hospital or as cops. I mean, that show with G-Money had a Blackwoman and she was a housewife, but why we always gotta be fat? Can’t we be housewives and sexy? Get one of them hoes and put an apron and pearls on her and place her in the kitchen baking cookies for her well-adjusted children. Introduce her to your stove, Cube! lbvs

(Everything except the pole, doing drugs and f*in yo hoe. :/)
(Just the part about baking pies 😀 )

But anyway, today is payday and I can finally clean up.

I mean, I haven’t showered since last Thursday, but I don’t stink.

I have the Love Allah scent.

You know how in some Muslim countries they don’t wear deodorant because it covers up your natural scent. Well, that’s what I’m rocking. My natural scent and it smells good.

Some people smell like booty or must.

But I’m a Muslimah and I just smell feminine.

Oh God.

Let me stop.

My pheromones already attract Brothers like moths to a flame.

I don’t want my cyberspace Brothers

Trying to hmu too. 😀

But yeah, it’s not the scent that bothers me.

It’s this layer of dust that has settled over my clothes.

I wish I could hand wash them to make SURE they get really clean.

The machine doesn’t get them as clean as I can

When I hand wash.

But these janky laundromats don’t even have sinks!

And I got banned from the two I know of that do.

SO

I might just have to wash them twice.

No, I know!

I’ll go to the janky laundromat that still has the top-loading machines

And I’ll just open it up and hand wash from the machine.

I’ve seen the Mexicans do that in L.A.

I just gotta get some quarters somewhere

****

So, I’m reading the other Harriet biography and it’s basically the same

As the first one,

Just a little meatier.

All the same stories, except for one new one so far.

I’ma keep reading just in case there’s more.

إن شاء الله

But here’s the link

http://docsouth.unc.edu/neh/harriet/harriet.html

****

So, I had an exceptional night.

Allah Led me to a NEW HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

AND

This is the BEST one so far.

I mean, as far as being secure.

It’s also just a little dirty.

But I can live with that because

SECURITY

Is most important.

I mean, what good is it if it’s clean

But Security comes and throws me out

Or WORSE

Takes me to jail for trespassing?

I haven’t heard one human voice since I’ve been here.

It’s almost like being in a cave up on a mountain.

I’m even surrounded by cement.

When I first got here,

I kept thinking

“What if we have an earthquake and all this cement falls down on me?!?!!!!“

Then I remembered

I’m in New Orleans 😀

LOL

So, then I felt really safe…

****

The first thing I did after I felt I was safe

WAS

Dig in to that $2.00 APPLE.

Oh My God!

Why could I smell it as soon as I took it out my bag?!?!?!

So good……

(“Candy kisses everywhere…” LOL)
(Sorry about the interracial thing they got going on. Just ignore it.)
(“Race-mixing is SHAMEFUL!” – Elijah Muhammad [Peace Be Upon Him])

SO

I think the FIRST thing I’m gonna do is

WASH MY CLOTHES

But I’m not gonna be able to shower until

I can check into a hotel.

I might have to start going to the VA to shower.

BUT

I HATE BEING AROUND HOMELESS WHITE PEOPLE

Talk about WHITE TRASH!!!

I HATE THEM.

They group up together and it just makes me feel worse about Black People and our lack of unity. We’d rather befriend them than each other. I’ve seen a Black woman go up to a devil woman and put her arm around her and hug up on her, then when the devil got around the other devils, they just ignored the Sister and she was standing right there. They made a little circle and she was outside of it looking stupid. All I could do was shake my head because she was one of the “krewe du blondes” and hated me because I don’t like them.

She’s gonna learn one of these days, In sha Allah.

The white race is a race of devils.

But I don’t waste time on “rusty locks.”

SO

I

THINK

I’M

GOING

TO

GO

TO

WALMART

Smelling like Love Allah

AND

Just try and leave with a fabulous new bike

(Lulu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😥 😥 😥 )

That’ll make traveling easier

So, I can get my clothes

Wash them

And push to the hotel.

PRAY

Everything goes well for me today,

Brothers and Sisters

And May Our Saviour Allah, Who Came in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Bless Each One Of You With MONEY, A GOOD HOME and FRIENDSHIP IN ALL WALKS OF LIFE upon your submission to HIM.

Remember to seek HIS GUIDANCE in EVERYTHING YOU DO.

Say, “Allah Do You Want Me To Do This First or That?”
“Allah Do You Want Me To Go Here First or There?”

And you can’t go wrong.

If you seek His Guidance in EVERYTHING you do, you cannot go astray.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum,

Your Sister,

~ LOVE ALLAH

❤ ❤ ❤

(R.I.P.)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Bebies!!!

Well, it happened.

On Monday, when I parked Lulu, I tried to hide her because, as you can see, she’s stunning. And, I’ve caught would-be thieves eyeing her hungrily.

So, I always made sure she was securely locked up, especially after the first day I bought her and thought somebody stole her because I had failed to scramble the code on her lock.

Turns out I just forgot where I parked her. SMH

So, Tuesday, when I left, Allah TOLD me to GET HER, but I didn’t.

I didn’t feel like going to where I had parked her.

I didn’t think I was going far.

Allah Said “Get Her.”

But I disobeyed.

I ended up being gone for two days.

WALKING.

And when I went to go check on her last night

SHE WAS GONE!!!

I felt really sad

Because she was so unique.

I’ll never find another like her.

But Allah Told me to go to Walmart tomorrow

When I get my check

And buy another bike.

I was thinking maybe I don’t need one since I walked for two days.

But that is just because

I didn’t have far to go.

Allah Also Told Me That The Person(s)

Who Took Her Really Needed Her.

And luckily it happened

Right when I’m getting some more money!

*****

So, I never saw the Brother, who said he was going to get me a hotel, again.

I feel like it was a trick to get me to stay in the Library.

Voodou, you know.

They’ve been after me since I went to jail in 2014

Voodou is big in jail

All across the country.

But anyway,

I left and went to the store.

I bought one apple

And it cost $2.00!!!

It’s big, but dang!

$2.00 for ONE APPLE!!!

But I can buy some ramen noodles for a quarter.

“Them devils think they slick…”

Don’t eat ramen noodles.

They have LYE in them.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught us, in How To Eat To Live, that the money you think you are saving by buying cheap foods will only go to the doctor or pharmacist or UNDERTAKER!

So, eat the best of foods.

But I digress

No Lulu

And one more day til I get my check.

****

So, last night I found a new HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

And everything was Gucci until Security came in around 3

And made me leave.

I hurried up and got out of there

AND

Right before I hit the exit

He goes,

“Wait! Before you leave…

“Do you have any…”

I knew he was going to ask for my I.D.

So, I acted like

I couldn’t hear him

AND

Practically ran out the door

Without stopping

And especially without turning around.

You can’t put me in jail

For trespassing

If you can’t catch me!

****

So, I found a bathroom

And locked myself in

Until Sunrise

Then an employee

Knocked on the door

SO

I hurried up

AND

Wrapped up what I was writing

AND

Pushed to another

SPOT.

IT WAS LIKE A LOBBY

AND

I

SAW

A

YOUNG

BLACK

COUPLE

SLEEPING ON EACH OTHER

On one of the couches.

SO

I

WAS

TRYING

TO CHILL

UNTIL

THE LIBRARY OPENED UP

BUT THEN I SAW THIS DEVIL

WHO

Worked there and I knew she wanted to make us leave

BUT

She was scared

To say something

And went back to her desk.

WELL

I was not about to sit there and wait for Security

To show up

Cause you Know she called them.

SO

I

PUSHED

TO YET ANOTHER

HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

It was about 7:30

And I thought the Library opened at 9:30

I didn’t find out about this new spot

UNTIL

I

HAD

BEEN

SITTING

IN

THE

LOBBY

FOR

A

MINUTE

So, I just rested and slept a little more

Then pushed

(without LuLu 😥 )

To The Library

****

So, I see this Brother

Drinking

So, naturally, I tell him to stop

He seemed so moved by my show of concern

We talked for about half an hour

He told me his father died yesterday

And he had just lost his job this morning.

I just gave him the best news I could

AND

Told him to read

Message To The Blackman In America.

I see him outside now.

I think he was trying to play me though.

Everybody out here has a sad story

They tell you to try and get your sympathies

And trust

So they can con you.

It usually involves a dead parent.

But I met a Sister with H.I.V. too

****

So, after I left him

I went to the door of the Library

But they weren’t open yet

And there was a Brother

Dressed like a woman

In a big floppy hat, long skirt

And carrying two purses.

SO

I

GO

UP

TO

HIM

And Start Talking To Him

I asked him what is he doing with that skirt on?

It’s some woman out there that’s supposed to be wearing it.

I told him he’s a man.

Men are supposed to wear pants.

That’s the difference between men and women.

Men wear pants.

Women wear long skirts.

Haven’t you heard the term

“I wear the pants in this house?”

He laughed and I could tell I was getting through to him.

So, this Christian lady decides to jump in

And mess everything up

And starts telling him he reminded her of some fag she grew up with

And how he could sew anything and whatnot.

And I was like,

“You can’t sew?“

And she said she could hem pants and sew on a button

BUT

“Sexy” could sew ANYTHING!

I said

“So, can I!”

“You can too!

“Black women were CREATED to sew, cook, clean, take care of babies and our husbands…”

She was like

“We can do more than that.”

I was like, “Yeah, but that’s what we were CREATED to do.”

So, basically we got in to this HEATED discussion about gender roles

And you know that’s one of my favorite subjects.

After going back and forth for a while

I finally figured out

She didn’t want to lower her standard of living to let her husband provide for her.

She kept talking about how educated she was and makes plenty money.

I told her that was part of SUBMISSION.

She thought I was crazy.

I told her Good Luck with her relationship.

That’s the problem.

Women are too greedy.

More greedy than submissive.

I read “Their Eyes Were Watching God“

And they had a relationship wherein

She had enough money to support them both

But depended completely on Tea Cake to take care of her.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was like,

“If I ain’t got it; YOU ain’t got it!”

And she agreed.

They had one of ONLY two successful, loving relationships

Between Black people I have ever read about.

The other one was written by a Jamaican

SO

I don’t even count that one.

****

But, on a high note, today is the first day of RAMADAN.

 We don’t eat from sunup to sundown

Every day in December

To get us away from the celebration

Of a false birthday of Jesus.

You can read more about it HERE

 I’m homeless

And the Holy Qur’an says you don’t have to fast

If you’re travelling.

Well

If you’re homeless,

Your ALWAYS travelling.

So, I don’t know if I’m going to fast.

I’m hungry now.

And this apple is calling me….

****

I’m so dirty,

It’s almost unbearable.

I feel like a Queen or somebody wealthy

Who has fallen on hard times.

I mean my clothes are top notch

They’re just DIRTY!

I spent my laundry money on food

I would wash them in a sink and let them air dry.

BUT

I’ve got to wash my cloak

AND

I just can’t see

Washing it in a sink

Then hauling it off somewhere to dry.

It’s faux fur

And would probably take two days anyway.

It’s so embarrassing.

I wasn’t tripping because

It’s the weekends when I really want to floss

BUT

There’s this book release tonight

AND

There’s going to be a live JAZZ band

With a fairly popular leader

AND

I’m

Going.

I’m

Just

Going

To

Stay

In

The Back

AND

Try to be as inconspicuous as possible

LOL

I’m thinking about it now, and it’s laughable.

I wear an M.G.T. garment

AND

A

WHITE

FUR

CLOAK

I might as well have THREE EYES!

LOL

But I am not about to pass up on an opportunity

To hear some live jazz.

On Second Thought….

I just looked up a video of the bandleader

And I can see he loves devils.

So,

I still want to read the book

Because it’s an autobiography of a Jazz musician

And there’s no better way to learn about music

Than by listening to musicians.

Rakim needs to write an autobiography

Or Melle Mel

I’ve always been kinda skerred of Afrika Bambaataa

Even before the child molestation thing

I met him in Leimert in the nineties

And he was talking about he was from another planet

And all kinda cray cray

I think Kool Herc definitely needs to write his own book

Oh Lort.

I just got an idea.

Most musicians are not writers

And usually have “help”

Writing their autobiographies….

I would LOVE to do something like that

I mean

I know

I’m qualified.

I would want to do Rakim,

But I’m skeered!

I can barely watch him perform!

AND

I NEVER get STAR STRUCK

But I was screaming like a lil girl when I saw him live

And there’s just something about Brothers from NYC

I mean the way he puffs out his cheek when he says words that begin with “P” or “B”

Is just so appealing!

LOL

I’m blushing

And then,

I was friends with this brother from NYC

And he used to do this thing

Where we would be talking

And all of a sudden

He would just say something

INCOMPREHENSIBLE

It would be so FUNNY!

Because it would sound like words

But would not be words.

LOL

Just going on like he was talking

But not saying nothing

Kinda like this

But I think Kool Herc would be better since he’s the Father of Hip-Hop.

The ORIGINATOR’S is always THE BEST STORY.

So, I just Googled Hip-Hop autobiographies

And there are some out there

Jay Z, Common, Prodigy, Fif, Grandmaster Flash…

GMF is probably the only one I would want to read

Since he’s a pioneer.

But I might have to hit up the God

I have a lot to ask him.

You know what?

I’d prolly just end up getting mad at him

For being in the Nation of Gods and Earths

Instead of the Nation of Islam.

I’m already mad at him for not telling me in his music

Where he got all of that information.

All Praise Is Due To Allah

I Found Out Anyway

THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMAD

(MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM)

HE JUST WANTS TO SELL RECORDS

I’M GETTING ANGRY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!!

SO, CHEAH…

HE’S A WRITER ANYWAY, SO HE WOULDN’T NEED MY ASSISTANCE

KOOL DJ HERC

THEN….

maybe…..

I wonder if he’s on Facebook…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Black Bebies!!!

So, you know I can’t stay put.

I figured I would have to use the bathroom eventually,

So, it was impractical to think I could stay in THE HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT

ALL DAY.

So, I’m at the Library

Charged my stuff

And came to the patio to eat

WHEN

This Brother I had seen talking to himself

While I was riding by with Lulu

Suddenly appears before me.

Razzaq was like “Don’t talk to him. He’s Crazy and is going to try and hustle you.“

But I know he just said that to let me know I should be cautious in dealing with him.

So, I turned down my music and asked the Brother what was up?

He asked about my laptop

How much was it?

Where did I get it?

How do you get to Walmart?

I answered him cordially.

Then he asked me did I need anything?

(That should have raised a red flag because that’s the same thing the Voodou Brother asked me but that didn’t dawn on me until he was long gone.)

And if I was homeless?

Did I want him to get me a hotel?

Now this Brother had on shoes that were hanging together by a string and looked like he needed a hotel himself.

So, at first I was like, Nah, I’m cool.

Then I was like, what the hell?

And I asked him if he had money?

He said he was getting some.

So, I was like, Then yeah, I need a hotel. I’ma need $65

So, he said he would be back.

Now, I’m hoping he don’t go out and rob nobody

But I am not going to refuse it if he comes through.

I don’t know why I’m on a Nate D-O-Double G kick today.

This is the second video I’ve posted of him

TODAY!

Let me Google him

BRB

AND

I posted Oh No yesterday, I think!

Okay, let me see

BRB

Okay, I get it.

Nate was THE hook singer for every successful Hip-Hop track of the nineties

AND

I

Sing

Nate D-O-doubleG in NOLA