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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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