1 of the Most Beautiful Families I’ve Ever Known.

My life force energy is with the family of Sinbad and his loved ones, as i just recently heard news that he’s recovering from a stroke. His family has been such an inspiration to me. His Daughter allowed me into her life as a friend, and i’m grateful for the memories we created together. We’ve laughed some of my favorite Moons together 🙂

[ Paige & Eye 💚 ]

Her Parent’s love story is one of the most inspirational stories i have ever known and is living proof that true love has no bounds. Their support of our creative endeavors at school and their kindness toward my Family and I meant very much to me, and I am thankful for them to have produced such amazing Children and a friend that meant a lot to me at a time when a good friend was needed.

[ Paige’s Father makes my Primo’s day 🥰 ]

If it weren’t for Paige’s Father, i would not have seen my grandiose February stage play ideas unfold (cuz we all know how flamboyant I can be lol 💃🏽🤭) . It made me feel like i could do anything! My appreciation for the entire family and the love and joy they shared w mine will always be a time i’ll remember 💚

[ Paige & I share our script w her Father for a live show, and he helps us produce “Celebrating the Contributions of African Americans”. For me it was one of the greatest visions I’d ever been a part of. ]

Sending love, light, and positive vibes to the Atkins Family, 🙏🏽

A writer.

No one will ever understand a writer’s struggle if they aren’t one. I’m talking the type of writer writing loooooong pieces like books, or things like that. I’m not even gonna go into detail. If you’re a writer like that, you already know my pain. Lol.

The “Creole” of Babel.

When the Ouchita (Louisiana) Aborigines migrated to Kali, they had to stick together. Facing the same paper-bag discrimination of the South, they say they weren’t “white” enough to be “white”, nor “black” enough to be “black”, so they never fit in anywhere and were targets on all sides; because they come in every shade. Picking sides was not an option, but naturally, one would lean to one side or another. Others would just be alone. Because all they wanted was Peace. And it felt like left, right or center STILL wasn’t gonna feel like a belonging if it wasn’t within the culture, which dwindled as families assimilated. Yet still, folks would mostly lean left or right. Not “white” enough to be “white, nor “black” enough to be “black”. Hell, my pops was beat up and picked on all the time as a child, for being…..??? Lol . Till he got some muscles and bullied the bullies LoL!

So some days…. MOST days, i been feelin’ real “Creole” lately.

That isolation.

Can’t please everyone. All you can do is make peace with yourself and love yourself even when ppl dont understand.

Curious about the Doja Cat “dis” On Nas’ “Ultra Black” Record? Welp! Here’s the Deal.


This is Nasir (Mankind) Bin Olu Dara

(Child of Olorun/Allah/YHWH/God, Etc.) Jones.

He is a Moor.

His roots are in Mississippi of America/Al Moroc

and Africa/ Al Kebulan.

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Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones

The excerpt below is courtesy of http://www.muurs.com/Muurs/Muurs.html, explains that

Mu/Muu (Pronounced MOO) is an indigenous name of the land.

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This is Nasir’s new record titled “Ultra Black”,

where he states:

” Sometimes I’m over-black, even my clothes are black
Cash Money with the white tee and the soldier rag
We goin’ ultra black, unapologetically black
The opposite of Doja Cat, Michael Blackson black


This is Doja Cat. She made a song called “Mooo!”


While most might see this video as a parody, it is self-degrading. Peep the video:


A snippet of the lyrics:

” I go moo (I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow)
Moo (I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow)
Moo (I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow)
Moo (I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow, I’m a cow)

Yeah, I said, bitch, I’m too smooth, I’m not in the mood
Tryna make moves, tryna make moves
Bitch, I’m too smooth, I’m not in the mood
(Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo moo moo)
Tryna make moves, tryna make moves

[Verse 1]
Got milk, bitch? Got beef? (Got beef?)
Got steak, ho? Got cheese? (Got it)
Grade A, ho, not lean (Not lean)
Got me A1, sauce, please
These heifers got nothin’ on me
Stakes high, need a side of collard greens (Collard greens)
Cash rules everything around me (Everything around me)
Ice cream, ice cream (Ice cream)

You a calf, bitch, you my daughter (You my daughter)
I ain’t bothered (I ain’t bothered), get slaughtered (Get slaughtered)
Got the methane, I’m a farter (Woo)
With my farmer (Woo), MacDonald (Woo)
And he feed me real good, it’s a honor (It’s a honor)
Philly cheesesteak all in that order (In that order)

Chili cheese fries as a starter (As a starter)
Got the steroids keeping me stronger (Keep me strong) ” etc, etc….

This is an actual MOO: 

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Portrait of a MOOrish Woman


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The Blood Walk, The Cryp Walk, and Ballet. (The true West Side Story)

I remember recalling the day when I realized that;

The Cryp walk, AND the Blood walk, are both a mixture of global tribal dances, including (but not limited to); MozArabic Ballet, Santeria/Voodoon/ West African, dances of the Dutch River Dance, the American Indian, and Km.t .

I would watch my cousins dance and be like – wow, that is so beautiful, how they look like they are rocks skipping across a lake, barely ever stepping hard, unless it was meant to be communicated.

And I remember seeing the sign language that the Vatos would do, and it just reminded me of the beautiful wood carvings of Moorish Art carved into crown moldings inside of old craftsmen homes or lodges, even the ceilings sometimes covered in sacred geometry. That’s how beautiful some of these hand signs would look to me, no matter which hood was doing it.

Then I learned that people of the same blood would fight and kill each other over flags and sign language and dance. And that hurt me. Because I also felt like it was the story of many tribes and clans that was misunderstood, misinterpreted, and utilized as a weapon by outsiders so that we would have to kill each other, without them getting their hands dirty. And that hurt me.

Because – although not EVERY one gets along ALL the time, we had come to a civilized understanding of at least TRYing to exercise Love, Truth, Peace, Freedom and Justice. And certain things had reasons behind them. Then other things just became senseless.

Now, we can’t see any of the beauty of the various tribes and hoods bc people are afraid a war will break out. Instead, we have to watch on our screens and that sucks. Because all clans have traditional dress, flags, sign language, and dance that represent their history, and it becomes mainstream because what starts at the bottom is ALWAYS the foundation for everything that builds to the top. And I would just like to see us all celebrate the many aspects of us in peace, whether we like each other or not, it may be the art that influences a future writer to tell the stories behind the art, but not if it means that it will only cause more war.