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Kenya lived a rather dull life unto the point
 she decided to get involved with Malik.  
Kenya was
a plain looking black woman in her 30's  
who never had any real luck with men.  
The next day was Saturday so it
was Kenya's day off.  She spent most of 
her time shopping and paying bills.  She 
pulled into the Emerald Lady parking 
lot.  She got out 
of her 2003 BMW and went inside.  
Looking for something to make Malik 
notice her.
She picked out a low cut  v-neck red top, 
 a short black skirt that flattered her 
figure, and black knee high boots.
Kenya paid $236 for the attention of a 
man.  I must be crazy thought Kenya as 
she handed the cashier the money.
Walking back through the Emerald Lady 
parking Lot Kenya 
bumped into Nubia her 
one and only friend.  Nubia was the 
owner of Hair City which Kenya was a 
faithful customer to.  Nubia stood six feet, 
was dark as midnight, very beautiful, and 
had dreadlocks that were shoulder length.
 Nubia greeted Kenya with a hug.  "How 
are you doing?"  
Nubia asked Kenya.  "As fine as can be"
answered Kenya.  "Can I do a walk in 
today?"  "Now Kenya you know you're my 
homegirl I'll look out for you.  Just let 
me run in and grab a 
few things real quick".  It didn't take 
Nubia no time to pick out somethings and 
pay 
for them.  Kenya followed Nubia back to 
her hair salon.  Nubia unlocked the
doors to Hair City and had Kenya to take a
 seat.  "So what's up?".  Asked Nubia.  
Kenya was glowing but Nubia didn't know 
why.

written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet

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