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Kenya was glowing but Nubia didn't know 
why.  "You know what?  You been trying to 
get me to dread my hair for the longest  
I'm going to let you dread my hair".  Nubia 
almost fell over when she heard Kenya's 
words.  "What on earth made you decide 
on such a drastic change all of a sudden?"  
Nubia asked Kenya.  A man said Kenya  
"Guuurrriillllll tell me who he is and what 
he looks like".  Nubia was so excited she 
didn't know
what to do with herself.  "His name is 
Malik Maxwell Williams.  He showed up at 
the bank Friday to open an account. I'm 
changing my look to get him to notice 
me".  "He's tall I'll say around six foot 
three, milk chocolate skin,  small eyes like 
a chinese, deep waves in his hair.
You have to see him for yourself".  Nubia 
was on Kenya's hair for three hours.  
Monday arrived so fast Kenya didn't know 
where the weekend went.  That Monday 
morning she got up showered, put on her 
new outfit, and a little bit of makeup.  
carefully applying it so she didn't over do 
it.  Looking in the mirrior to see how she 
looked.  "Damn Nubia did a good job on 
my dreads".  Thought Kenya.  She 
practiced what she would say to Malik on 
the way to the bank that's if Malik came to
 
the bank today.  She made her way 
through 
the bank front doors.  Right away her co-
workers mouths fell open.  They couldn't 
believe their eyes.  Is this the same Kenya 
they all thought to themselves.  Her co-
workers complimented her on her new 
look.  Kenya counted the hours before 
Malik finally showed up.  Kenya walked up 
to Malik and asked "How may I help you?"
"I would like to make a deposit".  "How 
much would you like to deposit Mr. 
Williams?" Kenya's voice was a high pitch 
from being nervous.  "I would like to 
deposit five thousand dollard".  Malik 
handed Kenya the money with a cocky 
look in his eyes.  "Excuse me Malik I 
normally don'tdo this...........but would you 
like to go out some time?"
Taken back by Kenya's question Malik had 
to recompose himself.  "Yes I would".  I 
never had a woman to ask me out before 
thought Malik.  This is different.  "Meet me 
in the bank's parking lot Saturday at 
6:00pm".  Kenya told Malik in a low voice.  
Malik left the bank with an extra step in 
his stride and a boost in his ego.
As he drove away from the bank Malik's 
cell phone rings.  "Hello what's Mecca?" 
"The deal with the Asians is 
taking place right now".
written by Keith Edward Baucum
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