Stacy Roberson, twenty-nine,
was the new wife of one Paul’s childhood friends, Tyrel. She
was his golden trophy simply because she was the only woman that was actually willing to marry him. Stacy was a quiet and very sweet kindergarten teacher that could be a double for Meagan Good. Ashley St. James, thirty-three,
was the ideal fiancée, Paul’s fiancée. A smart, beautiful
gynecologist dedicated to her man, her community, her family and God. Paul fell in love the firsttime she laughed at one of his corny jokes. Ashley was from an upper class family and Paul worried
she wouldn’t be interested in a lower class ex
jock. But she didn’t care about money, only about Paul
and has made him happy for the last five years.Nikki
was the Diva also known as Lil Bit. Since she was Paul’s baby sister, she could get
whatever she wanted when she wanted, especially from her sugar daddy Lawrence. And Kenya denied that she was a Diva. She believed it was nonsense but the girls stillconsidered her one by default. Kenya had the brains and beauty to do whatever she wanted in life
but just didn’t see it. She was a natural leader and could be intimidating…vastly intimidating. Paul
and his boys certainly found her to be and did their best not to incur her wrath. Today they were ona mission to teach her to accept her
rightful status of “Queen Diva”.
“Happy birthday Diva!” the ladies screamed as Kenya and Nikki walked over to their table.
“Wow, y’all are so ghetto,” Kenya said, a bit embarrassed f
rom the attention they attracted.
“Oh shut up,” Janelle said. “We could sing “Happy Birthday” but we know you’d hate that.”
“And that’s the best gift you guys can ever give me.”
Kenya and Nikki hugged each of them and Lela put a “happy birthday” tiara on h
“Uh, what are you doing?” Kenya asked.
“It’s your birthday, so you get to wear the tiara,” Lela answered. “Don’t take it off.”
“I am not wearing this all day.”
“Come on, Ken. It’s so cute.”
Kenya caught the look Nikki gave her. She made a promise.
“Fine, I’ll wear it,” Kenya grumbled.
“So how does it feel to be twenty
seven?” Stacy asked.
“No different than twenty
“I can’t wait until I’m twenty
six,” said Lela.
“Hush girl. I really don’t want to think about getting old.”
“Child, I’m th
, I’m getting old,” said Gina. “You’re still a youngster so have somefun.”
“Yes Miss Gina,” Kenya said.“Kenya, we just want you to be happy,” said Ashley.
“And that’s why we have a surprise for you.”
“Surprise? What kind of surprise?”
“A makeover!” they all exclaimed.
Copyright © 2012 Jennifer Ekeoba. All rights reserved.