GREEN Chapter One

GREEN Chapter One

As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.

Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn’t get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don’t get stopped by the police, thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank parking lot she checked the time. “It’s 7:55 a.m. I made it within five minutes.” Kenya got out of the car and walked through the bank’s glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmm mmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man. “Hello sir how may I help you?” asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down. “My name is Malik Maxwell Williams. I would like to open a checking and a savings account” answered the tall light skinned man. “Mr. Williams please follow me to my office.” As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya’s office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level. After a day’s work Kenya got behind the wheel of her red BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall. “Hello Jewel how are you?” asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. “I’m doing great Kenya. What’s up?” answered Jewel Stonewall as she did one of her client’s hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. “Are we still on for Saturday?” With a confused look on her face Jewel asked “Is the day Friday already?” Yeah girl what day did you think it was?” To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday.” “No Jewel it’s Friday. I’m glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon.” “You better be thankful. I’ll talk with you later Kenya.” “Ok bye Jewel.”

Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

Love and Loyalty

Love and Loyalty

Love stood before Loyalty her soon to be husband and a chapel full of wedding guests wearing a crown of olive leaves, dressed in light, and holding a bouquet of pink lilies. Love and Loyalty looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged vows.

Loyalty: “My dream of making you my wife has become a reality. I promise to hold you in my arms and keep you safe for all eternity. I promise to cherish you and treat you like royalty.”

Love: “I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since my heart took it’s first beat. Like doves flying on the winds of peace I promise to uphold this marriage above the clouds of serenity.”

Surrounded by all the virtues Loyalty and Love kissed.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

Lust and Greed

Lust and Greed

After Lust watched her client leave her hotel room she picked up her communicator off of the dresser and called Greed her pimp who was also her husband.

“Hello Greed where are you?” asked Lust as she sat on the bed.

“I just arrived at the Blue Flame Hotel. I’ll be at your room soon” answered Greed.

“Ok Greed I’ll see you when you get here.”

Lust got dressed and waited on Greed. Within ten minutes there was a knock on Lust’s hotel room door. Lust opened the door and let Greed in.

“Where’s my money?” asked Greed as soon as entered the room.

“Greed you act like you don’t trust me. I’m your wife and the whore who you pimp but we are still husband and wife. You promised to lay riches at my feet and put power in my hands. Remember that.”

“Trust you? I do but not a hundred percent” said Greed.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

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