Still Slaying Us

Every Sunday morning, my husband and I discuss life and people and events, it is a ritual for us. Especially for issues that involves the heart. It has kept our marriage strong.   My husband Ed says that if people would take 10 seconds before they decide to make a life-changing decision there would be fewer problems and come to a solution.  Our discussion move on to people doing things without thinking.

Our children kill each other, shoot each other in the head. Why do you try to stop our thinking? To enter houses and kill each other in our neighborhood. I was friends with young people during my time as secretary. If we listened to their conversations, we would not have a person to defend our homes. All the shootings will leave us defenseless. What young men do not understand, you reduce our numbers. You are four hundred years away from what you are in this world. In the days before my birth, our ancestors were abducted from a continent and taken to a foreign country, which put us in the middle passage abused and murdered

Beaten and coerced to take care of children that were not the females, but unable to take care of the ones that belong to her family unit. Children separated from mothers to being sold to other masters and taught the ways of slavery. We are dismantled people whose lives did not matter because we were always considered goods and services. Our self-esteem is broken because you have been born in this system.

We simply asked if we could live as normal citizens by so-called masters. They blocked us every step. If you were a black leader, you would be murdered because you dared to imagine that you had the right to have this life. That you would utter these words aloud so that all can hear. In the future, we have sought to change the focus of this type of murder, but the killing goes on. To ensure that you do not forget your place in this country, the powers that are, have set up some fear tactics that make you listen.

In the early South, the powers that ruled, rode around on horses and put white sheets over their heads and burned down houses where black families slept. Suddenly, when they woke up to escape, they were captured and hung. Youngsters shot and killed and went to their deaths. Taking pictures with others who caught and hung a Blackman. Proud of what they had done. Black human beings created by the universe but treated like they are worthless.  This is only a small part of the story; it is just to give you an idea of what is at stake at this time.  Those of you who are killing another black young man or a woman, get this you have helped destroy the black civilization phase II. Read the book “The destruction of the black civilization.” Focus on the Mossi Tribe. The tribal king had to join forces with his sister Queen Nzinga, of Ndongo and Matamba. she had to teach her brother not to sell, trade, or kill his people.

Angola had a rule that all traders must not enter the house of Angola. The Angolan people did not heed their warning. Our people have always turned, after all, we became slaves in America. Every time you kill a brother, whether you like him or not, he owes you or not. He disregards you or not, you continue the destruction of the black civilization. It should be compulsory reading in school. You are destroying us. We are in the midst of a dangerous time. The destruction of the American Empire

Where will you be?

Making your Writing Dream come True

I’ve contemplated for many years about what my life would be like at 65 plus. When I was young, I went to school and got a certificate as a medical assistant. Over the years I worked in some major hospitals and organizations. I tried to envision what my life would be like after leaving the work world. Computers were introduced to the companies who wanted to organize their information. This instrument or machine whichever came first with a brain fascinated me it was like Abracadabra.  

I have been writing as a eight year old, creating poems and writing stories and most of them in my head. I procrastinated, never letting anyone know that I had this skill of writing. People in my life was not privy to my dream to be a published author. My writing started out documenting how I was mistreated in this world. Once that information had been purged, I found me to be empty. I still wanted to write and so went on a journey of writing stories. I even attempted to write a science fiction story. I was filling books with its fresh, smooth white paper and a perfectly fine point pen to express all my emotions.  I did know what I wanted to do. The writing was an escape out of the hurt and pain of life.

The writing was my therapist, which real-life could not offer. Help me understand why life is so complicated. Writing calms the soul. Through technology, I have been in a position to write and publish my works. I realize publishers are constantly rejecting the writer’s “submissions so i went on a mission of self publishing. During my learning process, I decided I am not looking for fanfare about my writing. I published my works whether they were purchased or not.  Don’t get me wrong I want to see my work noticed but it is important to do it for you first. I will publish it for sharing with others. If my works are recognized as worth anything Bravo I did it.

I am living my dream of having the time to write. So, I self-publish my two poetry books. “Reflections” is my first poetry book self-published on Lulu Publishing. I did all the writing and used the tools provided by Lulu Publishing. Then I decided to publish a second book, “1800 Indigo, excerpts from a life.” In my next journey, I document what my methods were during my writing process. This book is accurately named “Simple Steps for People Who Want to Write but Don’t Know Where Start.” Information that would help a person write. To live their dream. My rite of passage to pass the baton to others who are trying to write and give their worth. Some people have written in journals for years thinking about publishing.

People who are avid readers who have considered writing are clueless about the process. Some wanted to write, finding that they secretly had ambitions to become an author, but how would I even start. What would I write about? The skill I have obtained over time is from seeking out information and practice, practice, and more practice. I have researched writing magazines and books on writing. I have a library on the process of writing. YouTube has famous writers teaching on various parts of writing.  Each writer is an expert on dialogue, character, and plot, and genre. No, you will not be an instant published writer, but practice and seeking the proper amount of knowledge can get you to several levels. As you rise in the knowledge of writing you will recognize, the information in this eBook is to give you a start.  So let’s get started. My eBooks are published on

Writing What you love

My manuscript is ready for publishing. So I decided to write a how to book on my adventure In writing. This lesson in writing my novel has been a way to educate myself. This book documents some of the techniques I used to write my novel. It was a great adventure learning to do something I love to do. So if you love writing here are some ideas for your experience. Coming 2020.


Memories This is just a small design of a memoir. History in its design, drama, and comedy. It reveals who you are while dealing with life’s ironies.  Think, how would you write a book. This book has so many memories of my life. I needed to tell someone about the things I experience as an African American child Born in Washington, DC  and ended up in North Philadelphia.  How the influences in my life define who I am as a person.  This book is a promise to God that I would write and publish my book. What would I write. I was already writing poetry.  Purging my inner thoughts. 1800 Indigo House  Excerpt from a life.  A history in poetry, self-published on If you are “writer” you must ask yourself, what is my book about and what is it I want to say. Sit quietly and listen. Memories of events were rising to the top, and I started writing in lyrical poetry that stream close to my heart.


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Naiobi’s Designs

Naiobi’s Designs wearable art

As an artist, and writer I often wanted to see my art on clothing and tee-shirts. Through technology I have found a venue for my art. More than forty years ago I would not dare put my artwork on anything. That is because I am not an artist that is like all other artist. Check out my link above.

New Money Source for the future

If you have a Chrome browser, you can mine cryptocurrency and get paid. No investing of money only your time. Investing your time in this venture will earn you dollars along the way. Think of it as a source of income that you can increase. This will be the new currency in the future, particularly how the economy develops. It is so private and keeps others away from your system. Cryptocurrency is the promotion of Bitcoin. Bitcoin as your bank. When the economy changes, you can use Bitcoin. If you surf the Internet and search on Google, you will make money. It is an investment in your future. You should learn all about this new source of income. I downloaded the Crypto-tab browser, and I am earning money. Click on the above link in the Crypto tab browser to read this blog.

The Designing of New Environmenti

By Elaine Freeman, Anderson

This post has required some reflection. I wanted to speak about the pandemic. When I first heard the word “corona virus.” I did not take it seriously. I need them to tell us what this disease is that suddenly makes people sick and causes them to die that are my age. Scarry right! Then they exchange the word Covid-19. What is that? What does that have to do with Corona Virus and us.? This was different. It was aimed at the elderly and people with pre-existing medical conditions.  You evaluate yourself and wonder about your health. This virus swept through like a thief in the night a blinking of an eye. Its description of events includes keeping you from breathing. I held my breath and found it hard to maintain. Imagine this is happening to you.  That is 68 years old and having a pre-existing condition. Bring it closer to home Something is trying to kill me, and I have no idea what it is or where it is coming from. They blame it on China, but why would they unleash this disease on its own? For the first time in my life, I was afraid to live in America.  “Could you please explain what is happening?” The spirit within says,  the environment.

What the environment? For me, the environment is the air you breathe, and when you are separated from your breath, you start to listen. It will be hard for you to go outside because I am out here waiting for you. I am everywhere!  The voice insisted. No baseball, football, tennis, school, work, travel. No mask can keep me out. Did we ask ourselves what this means? The environment says can you hear me now! Thinking about the environment, we have destroyed its existence. Other ways turned it upside down and flipped it out. What is it that contributes to this problem in our existence? I started to understand what this means in my world.

  • Air travel (fuel fumes dispensed in the air) entering our physical being.
  • Manufacturing (fumes of air quality)
  • Gas pipelines around the world.
  • Electric
  • Global Warming (Ice shelf melting) Soon the planet may be without water.
  • Shipping- nuclear waste and dumping in the environment.
  • Chemical dumping – Once that chemical is introduced to the atmosphere it combines with all other fumes and chemicals, creating a mixture.
  • Trash dumping-identifying all types of trash mixed with its fumes
  • Bombs (global) ammonium nitrate-this chemical combined with all the other elements are combined to create another mixture.
  • Fighting in countries using weapons of mass destruction, the daisy bomb added to the pot. A nightmare gumbo.
  • Stealing (resources not helping the ones that are suffering) living under the worst conditions
  • Shooting takes each other lives. Dead bodies. Chemical environment polluting your mind.
  • Drugs (altering the minds of humans) if your mind is on drugs, you can’t imagine how to help make life better.
  • Vaccines (not a cure but an alter) We would not need a vaccine if you better take care of the environment.

Combine all, creating a new atmosphere, a different type of ecosystem, one that is not compatible with the human structure. If we do not change the way we live on the planet, basically the hierarchy of rich vs the poor a part of the living structure, then we are sentencing ourselves to death. Some items on my list you say the environment has nothing to do with us. When you live on this planet you are not immune to this ecosystem. You are a part of this domain. It does not separate you because you are influential, wealthy, or middle class or poor as hell. You are the saboteur and you have taken advantage of it and dismissed its worth. You have neglected it. The human element on this planet is terrible, poor, who have to beg versus rich, who have to keep you as you are only, so they can maintain status.    Rich who live and take this earth resources as it belongs only to them. That you let other species of human life in much of the most egregious ways. Yet we are born on the same echelon. Let me define for you in the most attractive way how we are missing, interpreting our position on this planet.  We are coming into the world the same way. Naked and without an object. Guest, what we do leave this world without a thought. Not one piece of clothing, or jewelry. In your nakedness, only the spirit of you will ascend. That body you are housing will go back into the ecosystem and is reconstructed back into the environment. And according to what that environment is will dictate your life. Your spirit will house that same horrifying body that you created in your previous life.

What will be the future of the human? How will we be designed? Will they still have the same construction. Scientists are searching for extraterrestrial life in space. Do not have to look far. Our species is changing. If there appear any other species out there that are intelligent, they are monitoring us closely.  I would like to be a fly on the wall with our terrestrial neighbors. Our environment is screaming aloud, forcing the people to protest, Black lives the matter. All humanity matters and if we do not take a peek and have a conversation about how we have destroyed, our world, guess what we will not have a world. The weather is talking to us so profoundly, but we are so engrossed in our lives that we are not listening. Ice shelves drop, flooding, fires, earthquakes, volcanoes, and now coronaries. The environment is creating the Corona Virus to remove elements that are polluting and changing its dynamics. Our personality is a part of this killing all over the world.  All kinds of killing, the hunting of animals, the hunting of humans, the abusing of children changing the mind’s ability to heal after the abuse. The mentality of the human element is sick from the way we handle our environment. The environment (Corona Virus) is revamping our minds to shoot, murder, kill, demonstrate loudly. Everyone has a Corona Virus, no test is needed. Our system is changing to a new species of alien. Be observant.


My husbands Sister and my sister in-law, our closest supporter Claretha passed away. She was seventy years young. She was bold, courageous, most of all beautiful. At times a comedian telling me that she was afraid of nothing. She said that she had locked her dog in the bathroom so he could not roam around the house as she had did so many times. This one night a burglar broke in, waking Claretha, jumping from her bed retrieving her weapon of choice.  her 38 reasons why you should not disturb. Fully dressed in her night gown without shoes. Thank god it was a summer night and the streets were empty. Chasing the assailant six blocks all the while the dog was still in the bathroom. She stopped to discover her dress code, a night gown. no shoes would get her arrested along with her 38 reasons.

Although she never caught the assailant, she still pursued him, nevertheless. I admired her courage. She loved her grandchildren with out a doubt, always in the mix of them, correcting where needed. She would always have one of them with her. Claretha express that she wanted to go to the upcoming flower show. She brought Simone who she micromanaged. Simone took it all in stride. We had the best time. It was the first time I got to know her as a woman, mother as a grand mother. What really was interesting is she was a daddy’s girl and expressed it so many times. She was his protector and felt he just belong to her exclusively.  A nurse for the better part of her life. Claretha’s big brother Ed was a constant phone exchange of just to call. Ed would look at his phone and say, “my sister.” with great affection.

No matter what, she would call to make sure he was alright. She would phone him on his birthday reminding him that he was getting older. When he called her he could not get her on the phone because of her ministry on her answering machine about the power of god.  Claretha was a traveler of the world.  Places that we could only dream. She bought a ranch style home with three bedrooms in Brown Mills New Jersey.A house I wish I could afford to buy. This ranch style 3 bedrooms, large kitchen, bathroom. Outside-was acres of land for miles. At least 20 50-foot-tall trees, a pool and a plant nursery. Claretha lived rich and on her own terms. She lived life no matter what anyone thought or cared. On this day her birthday I choose to say thank you for being a presence in our  life.

One Writer’s Journey

At the sensitive age of nine I lost the two main characters in my life, my grandam and the illustrious rajah who created me. I had never known that type of love until I had my progeny. As an undeveloped child, I inscribe my name in the cursive it completed me.  I designed letters so artistically beautiful. Connecting shapes and angles as I practice to perfection.  Writing words just to see how they would turn out. I began writing sentences to express my feelings and tell stories.  It was the first stage of learning of the self. I yearned for my grandmother and my father and as I sobbed through the pain. My trusty sword, a well sharpened #2 pencil and an excellent pen were my weapons against tribulations.

As, the spirit would have many of my feelings were cursively written without punctuation, organization or editing and lyrically sounding, leading me to sometimes write on a clean sheet of paper, and then in a composition book help me to put my tragedy in perspective. I knew nothing about being a writer, but I was writing.    This happened in 1959 during a time when racial issues were not something, I was aware of as a child.  Writing about my feelings helped me to express all the emotions that came from missing a grandmother who through religion read to me a bedtime story. The holy bible from genesis to revelation.  Helping form pictures in my immature mind. Many of the words written were designed and put in poetry form. My poetry was crafted from the poetry written in psalms and proverbs; I learn lyrical poetry. Hidden in the words that she read to me is a lesson on how to act. Hidden in my subconscious was everything that I needed to know.

Time went on I learn to put my feeling into poetry being my psychoanalysis. A journal of all my pain. After moving several times, I lost the rare book of my poems.  I hope if anyone read my words, would help them to solve their issues. My mind, would, play out these stories, mostly science fiction and romance genres.  I always loved movies. All this happens before the desktop computer comes into the home. When I received my first computer in the 1990s. I was learning this bewildering machine and the software was a magical entity. A writer that assisted me to put my words, into action.  I started on my first book of science fiction and created short stories.  I was privy to its surprising talents. I lived for using this instrument to write.

Writing requires you look at other writings and find what you are trying to convey. Some have written and re-written at least a hundred times to get that sentence accurate. You go through an emotional roller coaster of queries that at times make you ask, “Who tells you that you can write?” Then I read a paragraph of my writing and recognize you can compose with practice. You recognize your talents, then research the details that will help you write deeper. Bookstores are bliss and every Friday I would visit my preferred. Borders taught me how to search the shelves of this store to find the information you seek. As you go through floors and shelves you find this character called the writer’s corner. This area houses books on character, plot and dictionaries and the human trait. Leading magazines of writing built the story for me so perfectly.

Writers who were dispensing words  to help others with specifics. My imagination, of identifying an author’s hand that reaches for another lost writer. Inside she had so much fear, showing them how fear affects you and who. I would go back into my work and realize it needed better wording, design and greater clarity. Fast forward to my future and find that all my writing is in the future and it has given me great courage.

I believe I can write poetry and publish. What is important information I have gleaned from designing words, I discovered the writer’s thesaurus and found it gives me stronger words with greater meaning, now it’s time to write that book that story in your head, about the alien ancestors who brought my humans to this planet to keep them safe. The question is where to start, who is my primary character and what is their mission. I need to research my idea. In the meantime, I am encouraged to start a short story, and search into great short works from well-known artists who have mastered, King, Poe, Hurston, Hughes.

Now I should have my own design. Hopefully it will fit, and my legacy is set, and my name will be uttered. I continue my journey to express my love for something given to me from the universe. A voice inside me is saying I learned from you and I learn from them, continue the voyage. Stories of me and my sister and my family and all the drama and character assassinations. All the while I created this remarkable character doing something impressive, the words were healing my being. All the thoughts harbored in me, came to the surface.  I was starting to be another person. Shedding tears of pain and joy but leaving a complete understanding.  I love the intelligent entity who gave the craft of writing and creativity. I never knew I loved writing so passionately. Daily I write something, even if it is a note to self, a reminder of what I need to do.

Going forward I find I have a novel, where others are finding it hard to put their butts in the seat, in that place to those stories out there. To embrace the greatness of communication. During all this movement of words, the world is changing and so are the sentences of creating a new one. I realize the so-called norm is no longer what I know and understand. People are telling a different type of story. They are outraged and no longer take it anymore. Dethroning monarchs with sentences and uplifting to those who need hope. Some of it masculine but the majority feminine and now they are not playing. The stories are about I will not be changed. I will not be disrespected. The story is about the sentences written long ago and has become comfortable.

This achievement of writing has made me responsible for those who need my information. That I too must speak my truth in this new world recreated. This writing is given me courage, especially since my silence otherwise has induced me complacent. This writing has made me come and face the truth of my pain and, how it happens and who cause the pain. Rivers from my eyes forge ahead to continue to work on my style. My journey has led me to conferences that has rooms of writers and authors at different levels of learning and publishing. Can I pitch a story idea, still building that courage? An agent gave a little advice, wowing he was interested in the story. My self-esteem is rising soon, only hoping to be a published author. The goal is to write great novels and short stories and continue to learn and meet people who have the same attitude.

New Species of Human

 I have observed a transformation in the human spectrum. I have never had a problem or opinion of the LGBTQ community. Why? I have no idea. I think people have to be what they want to be in this life. Lately, I have seen them coming out of all these communities. Last year I was privy to the gay pride festival in Philadelphia. I admired their audacity to be themselves. In many, I notice the question has been “Who am I?” I too asked that question? We are in a transitional phase. Many materials are being stirred and shaken. What if the universe is “creating:” on a whole new level? Over the centuries there has always been a difference in the species of humans on earth.  I mean the scientist just found out the universe is expanding. When it expands guests what it means, it expands everywhere even on earth.  So, the other question is “What if?” Our species is being recreated to add another. I’ve seen people dealing with the gay entity. Now it has changed drastically. We started with LGBTQ; it seems like a new being is emerging. The difference in their existence is that a new species is emerging.

This had my attention. This new group is not male or female. The world is starting to accept the concept, with some still fighting the idea. Now that has happened this new species of humans has emerged, we are listening and paying attention to what is happening.

If another species emerged on our planet from a spaceship hypothetically, we would freak out. We would want to know how it would impact our lives here on earth. Socially, religiously and a host of other ways. This is happening right now families are coming apart because they do not understand. Many mothers and fathers could not believe they could produce that type of person. Families who are struggling with this new phenomenon you were chosen to bring this new species of human to this world. Nothing you did wrong.   Think about it, all the things that the community is going through right now. I think the universe is preparing us for the future of a new existence. I know that this sounds crazy, but it is a thought. The universe created males and females, and he is always improving on its designs and adding to his creations. Just ask the scientist they are still discovering. There is another species. We haven’t met them yet, or have we?  This feature is in celebration of change and differences.