#wereallconnected Vibe tribe: This weekend was so wonderful. I had the opportunity to support my sister Safira's "Spa Doulah" anniversary as well as her birthday. She's a friend that I met through the conduit Nyemay Aya last year. We connected immediately. We're both New Yorkers. She knows my mother and my mother remembers her and her late mother. They both used to attend the mosque together. As a kid growing up I would attend some services at the mosque in Brooklyn on Eastern Parkway although my mother later transitioned to mosque no. 7 in Harlem. Those are some of my fondest memories being in there. Seeing the love and camaraderie between adults was a beautiful thing to behold. I still have that in my heart. I loved how they greeted each other, the smell in the building was of Egyptian Musk, aka "Muslim oil", the bean pies, etc...... However, when I see Muslimah women I feel a kindred spirit even though I am no longer a practicing Muslim.
When I get to the table she introduces me to a sister who knows my mother really well, sister Sharima Johnson. I'm trying to jog my memory but the way my memory is set up, I just don't remember. She's recalling lectures my mother had her listening to. It sounds like my mother, shoot, it sounds like something I would do now. I call my mother and connect the two. There's another sister there that knows my mother. Mind you, I've only met these women in Atlanta. I then sit next to another beautiful woman Shirley Marie Muhammad in looks and equally in spirit. We talk for a good minute. Come to find out that she's also Muslimah. We both lived in Virginia. Oh yeah, where? Newport News. She looked at me like me too! I had to text my step-brother because I was too young to recall the area. We were actually neighbors although I was long gone while she was there. We lived just next door to each other. I was pleased to have met her and to be talking to her. The way the universe works. It has a way of bringing you back full circle. Even though I'm in Georgia, I'm not too far away from home. .
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This past Saturday I happened to be at Ponce City Market attending a workshop. After it was over I walked over to the temporary art gallery that is on the upper level. I had already been in there several times but hadn't had a chance to partake in the "Question Booth". Just my luck, there was no line and the booth was open. I looked at the questions and for the week I was there, I liked the question that was presented. I stepped inside and greeted the moderator. I asked her was the question available and she said no. She said she had to switch it up because people came in too prepared and rehearsed with their responses.
So the question was "What is your greatest fear? Hmmm? It didn't take long to ponder. My greatest fear is related to dying. I'm not afraid to die because that's a natural part of life's progression. I'm afraid or maybe curious (weird I know) of how I am going to die. I've had several dreams where I died. In this one dream that I recount to the moderator, I tell her that I'm off of Northside Dr. I know the area well because I used to live off Northside Dr. when I first moved to Atlanta in 96. I'm driving on this known road and drive around this bend. Somehow my car careens over the divider and into this large bay of water (another fear) that was never there before, actually, this is a new road. As my car is submerged, I'm conscious that I am now in the water. I'm quickly thinking to myself how do I get out? A thought came to me, so this is how I die? So.....more than I afraid of death, I think I am fearful of how I am going to die.
It was a nice exchange between her and I. I felt completely relaxed and comfortable with her. It was conversational. She then asked me the question on love, "When did you last feel a sense of love?". I gave her my response. She liked it, she said it was powerful........ How Stuff Works podcast will air sometime in March. It was fun. .
They actin' like these singers, man.
I ain't goin' to the studio until I got a situation.
A subject, I need a beat, I need a producer.......
Who gonna be on the hook? Man what is you doin'?
Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!!!
Brand new Beretta, can't wait to let it go
Walk up in my label like, where the check though?
Yeah, I said it...
Text from a hitter, I ain't reply
Let ‘em know I read it though
Hitters know I'm credible
Got my foot on the 'cedes Benz pedal
Switchin' up the angles
Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel
Change for the better
That's my vendetta, keep this shit together
Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you
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That has been disconnected or is no longer in service....yeah..