look forward to an exciting Black History Month

I cannot tell a lie.

I love me some Twitter.

Since November of 2008, I have found myself daily logging in as blacksoulfuleye, rastahfahree, or mobettabluez and immersing myself in the plentitude of news and entertainment information. I am surprised how my twitternetwork has grown... from following only celebrities to having an account with 700+ followers. I will not be claim to one of Twitter's Most Influential by any means, but yea, I have some clout.

However, all of this Twitter madness has caused me to spend an inordinate amount of time on the twitter pages. Tweeting. ReTweeting. Trending topics. Follower counts. Timelines. Slowly, the this stringent twitter diet began to flood my entire being. I referred to people I knew in REAL life by their twitternames. I spoke in #hashtags. Basically, my whole existence is gradually wrapping itself like seaweed on a sashimi roll around da twittah pages. 

I cannot have it.

It was cool during the summertime. When my days were filled with nothing but menial paper pushing at the J-O-B or when I only logged on at a computer, but that dagblasted Blackberry allowed me to be attached to every single tweet  each second. 

I am not strong enough to just ignore Twitter.

I like it.

I enjoy it.

I want it.

BUT there are other things that I NEED to be spending more time on...

1) Graduation. This time in Delaware is coming to an end. I will be (finally) attaining my MPA. The only way I will be allowed to walk across the stage and raise that black power fist in victory is if I complete this dreaded academic work known in these parts as an analytical paper. Forty pages. Approved by the faculty. Needs to be complete by March 1. The time for games has surely ended.

2) As, JT is famous for saying, "I'm bringing sexy back." I am extremely proud of myself to the commitment I have had to improving my own physical health over the last year and half. Due to variety of events, most notably the onset of UL (uncontrollable laziness), I haven't been giving my body its due diligence.

3) The job search is on. If there is one thing I am sure of about my life after May 29, 2010, its the fact that I will NOT be living in Delaware anymore. Under any circumstances. I must take myself away from this *whispering* WRETCHED place. The people are lame. The social life is lame. And frankly, Delaware is, in and of itself, a PHUCK which I do not care to give. (hattip to @phontigallo, twitter wins again). With that being said, I need to be on my P's and Q's and watching the job posts like the hyenas from the Lion King were watching Simba and Nala. Can we say #predator?  Praise Obama we can. I will do so right until I get a job that pays well and allows me to just MOVE THE HELL ON.

4) All across my social networking personas, I have been letting people know that I want to become a woman of purposeful speech and diligent scholarship. This means I need to learn how to be more clear and exact with my words by taking the time to research the things which I believe to be important. I have an agenda, I am not afraid to share with you all: I am for the liberation of African peoples from white supremacy, economically, socially and educationally. Point. Blank. Period.

Let me say that again. I am sure you all did not hear me.

I am for  (STAND FOR, LIVE FOR, DIE FOR) the liberation of African peoples from white supremacy, economically, socially and educationally.

I am not (and will not) be an uneducated warrior. This requires an amount of focus that I have not previously dedicated to my personal library and writing. In the spirit of Seshat, I need to be of DILIGENT scholarship... a scribe dedicated to the research and education of African (world) history and the pursuit of a Pan-Africanist agenda.

Literary pimpin' aint easy.

With all of that being said...

I am taking a break (fast) from Twitter.

For the month of February, I will not be on Twitter. I will post my blog entries there so many will know that I am still alive, but my time will be best utilized elsewhere on the internet.

Stop your tears.

Come March 1st, the game will be back on. Hopefully fiercer than ever, at least that is my prayer.

Don't you worry... there is still BBM, AIM, Facebook... and ... dare I say it... my phone number.

Tomorrow is my last day. I'll miss you Twitter (I ain't gonna lie here either).

ifayabale. hatshepsutspeaks.