I have the craziest life of anyone you or I know and my plans constantly change. I always forget people, places and things but not this particular Sunday because I’m on a mission to be somewhere to meet someone I’m excited about.

Kola Boof, the infamous former mistress of Osama Bin Laden and an amazing author and culture commentator will be at Harlem’s Hue-Man book store and I am intent on being there. I even set the date in my Google calendar!

I didn’t even have to fight the force to be here this day as I make the sojourn from Middle Earth (NJ) into NYC. I end up arriving at my stop with plenty of time to spare and so far so good until I exit the A train and realize my choice of attire (breezy skirt) now finds me showing off my naughty bits to the good people of 125th Street.

Google didn’t tell me it would be a windy day and I was in a pickle momentarily; I finally realize that I can tie my gigantic scarf (that I keep in my bag in the summer for warmth, or a quick place to sit/lay down if I got the urge to do so because I have that type of life) around the bottom of my skirt to tie it down.

As I discreetly wrestle with bags, the robust NYC wind and an exposed ass cheek or two I look up and see the tallest Black woman I have ever laid eyes on walk right past me into the door of Hue-Man’s book store.

I could only think one thing “Oh, shit she’s tall….and she got the nerve to be wear high heels!”.

I smile; I stub out my cigarette and follow my nose into serenity of Hue-Man.

KOLA BOOF!!

I did arrive early enough to get a great seat, but decided to wait on the side until my brother arrived a few minute after I did. We choose seats in the rear, which is my habit, since I can observe the entire room and everyone in it. Kola is seated on a table at the front of the room and is openly chatting with the audience as she waits for the crowd to get settled and for others to make their purchase of her book, The Sexy Part of the Bible, which is on sale at the front of the store.

Most people look on to the Sudanese author with awe and curiosity, a smile playing across the lips of those enchanted with her brilliance, he gall and her brutal honesty.

Many of us here today know Kola Boof from her Twitter timeline which catches my eye at least once a week as she throws flames of honest, criticism at African American bloggers, writers and anyone else who wants some. Her time line brings me JOY. I love nothing more than a solid, intriguing, provocative discussion, from people capable of pulling insight from the conversation.

I live for those discussions that turn hot, flame red and then simmer to a slow, even blue flame as bias, ignorance, fear and denial are confronted and bought to light.
Do you have the heart for baptism by fire; are you brave enough to deconstruct the human and social constructs that you’ve been taught; brave enough to consider the existence of psychological restraints; can you acknowledge that other races truths have long been adopted to the direct detriment of us and have thus nearly sucked the Brown titties dry of mother’s milk?

I can dig a conversation about White Jesus, as African Americans living as niggers, not being seen, claimed or accepted as anyone’s natives for our lack of culture, our lost history and so many things many American blacks have no interest in knowing or understanding.

Kola isn’t scared to have these conversations and I respect her for that.

As with anything or anyone that I am excited about, I tell my friends and colleagues about Kola’s new book and her appearance in Harlem today. I know I have mentioned her to them before after she said something that required further pondering on my behalf and I wanted to continue my own version of her debate along with the people that I bump heads with. But my enthusiasm isn’t meant with much reception, Kola has A LOT OF ENEMIES both online and off. Strangely enough, most of the biggest anti-Kola Boof fans are average, every day Black American men and women.

Kola Boof…

Is larger than life, as she says several times during the reading on this day. Her personal story reads like a fiction novel in and of itself taking her from the Arab Muslim world of her childhood to a foster home in the United States. Then of living the life of a model, actress and mistress to the billionaire population of lands no where near where you are reading this from right now.

She is bigger than life for having been abducted, raped and held captive by Osama Bin Laden when he was merely a rich sexist man obtaining the object of his desire.

Kola is larger than life for doing what many women wish they could have done, having killed a man when he defied her and for the unapologetic way she speaks her truth about race, genocide and the psychological mind fuck we all live in after being bred, raised and experimental on by white slave traders many moons ago.

Kola Boof has a message and it’s one all of us who possess brown skin need to hear. Her message is contained in the pages of The Sexy Part of the Bible. Her messages is contained in her public commentary on Twitter and in her comment section of Facebook. Her message is contained in several other books of which she has previously written.

Her message carries forth from a spirit that is anything but a monster. The character you see in the media is not Kola Boof, realize that this new age character of a spooky black enchantress created by a white controlled media is only there to confuse us and discredit the woman. Plenty of people criticize the attention I give to her social media presence, I pay them no mind, since in my head they misunderstand who she is and they are ignorant to the importance of the questions that she asks us all to analyze.

Kola has enemies and you may even be one of them.

I encourage you to read The Sexy Part of the Bible among other things if you really, truly believe that ‘Black is beautiful’ then I challenge you to begin to accept that truth and go forth to live an existence that honors the beauty of Black culture and respects the history of Brown people as we were before we became niggers and savages through white folk lore and their greed for economic convenience.

You can start by reading her book since Hue-Man’s has plenty right in the front.

I got my autographed…..

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