Green Chapter Two
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
Copyright © Keith Baucum | Year Posted 2013
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