Green Chapter Three
Walking back through the Emerald Lady
Shopping Center parking lot Kenya
bumped into Nubia her one and only friend.
Who was the owner of Hair City which Kenya
was a faithful customer to. Nubia greeted
Kenya with a hug. "How are you
doing?" asked Nubia. "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
something and pay for it.
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. "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 to make a drastic change all of
a sudden?" A man said Kenya. "Guurrrilll
tell me who he is and what he looks like."
"He's 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 6"3",
milk chocolate skin, small eyes like a
chinese, and deep waves in his hair.
"You have to see him for yourself."
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown
Philosopher
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