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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

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