Green Chapter Three
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
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2014
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