[On the way to the studio in the Pink Bentley with Nicki driving, and Safaree in the Passenger seat. Safaree is looking out the window thinking of the past Hours ]
SAFAREE
The sun shined on my face as I stared out the window. There was always something About L.A. that
made me and Nic smile: the nice weather
and the free spirit in the air. The
birds and the bright sun could make anyone smile on a gloomy day, and Love in a
Hatred Mood. Eh, maybe that’s why Nicki is still with me. I mean it was her
idea to move here. I felt so abominable
and inane for even looking in another woman’s direction when I had such a beautiful
one Right By My Side. Her marvelous body could ravish you at any moment, and
her fascinating Smile could abrogate your ability to ever see again! How she
got that body: I don’t know, but I do know I half to thank Mrs. Carol and Mr. Robert.
But her appearance was the least important and to think about comparing to her
spirit and personality not only as a girlfriend but as a friend. Onika Tanya
Maraj: A woman that would pick you up with broken legs, and carry you a million
miles. Through thick and thin and rough and soft, she was there. Well that’s
what she does with me of course. She brought me from being nothing to something.
From the streets of Southside Jamaican queens to the red carpet lying outside
the Grammies. She loved and cared for me when she knew I had nothing going, and
nothing coming for my life. I feel like a piece of shit hanging on her side: being
a Black Man, letting the woman take care of ME. But I was going to change that;
I could not just sit here and let her think I’m useless! And what a beautiful woman as a person, and
blessing from God she was. God knew what I wanted, and he delivered. I
received, and he told me to obtain her I would have to support. So why was I messing
with Sierra? Yea we laughed and had GREAT sex, but she didn’t care about me. At
least that’s what I think. She only cares about money and my dick. And now she
was telling me she Loved me, AHA. But there is something in Sierra that I love.
She makes me laugh and she makes me feel GOOD. But was that enough? Shaking my head trying to forget the thought,
my pants started to vibrate. Realizing it was my phone I reached in my pocket,
and pulled it out. Nic was playing “Weak” by SWV on the radio loud, so she
didn’t hear the ringing. Looking on the front of the screen it read, “Sierra”
with “California” under the name. I looked over to Nicki to see if she noticed
anything, but she was too deep in the song. I tapped “Ignore” and sigh of
relief. In less than 1 min., my phone began to vibrate again, and it was
Sierra. Nicki parked into the driveway of the studio, so I stuck my phone on
the side of me so she couldn’t see it.
She Looked in the back seat to get her purse, turned around,
and questioned sarcastically, “Are you staying in the car, or are you ‘gonna
come in?”
I looked over to her, and said, “Ohh, ‘Imma come in, in a few minutes ‘gotta call
my moms”
“KK baby. Tell her I said hey and I miss her,” she smiled
closing the door. I looked at my phone and tapped “Answer”.
“Hey, Wassup?” I asked her in an uncertain guilty voice.
She cleared her throat, chewing gum and answered, “And
exactly why was You been Ignoring my calls?”
“I told you that you don’t call me, I CALL YOU. I was in the
car with Nicki when you blew up my Phone! She could have seen your name on my
screen!”
“Nicki? Nicki who? I know ‘dat hoe? Describ her?” she asked
in a Ratchet sarcastic voice.
I sighed and answered, “ Sierra please not today. I’m in the
Studio parking lot and Nicki is waiting for me Inside, I half to-“
“But Safaree I thought you loved me?” she cut me off in a 10
year old voice. And as soon as I was about to respond, the Driver seat door
swung open. Nicki was at the door and my heart dropped instantly. All I heard
was “helooooo, Heloooooo” in my ear. I snapped out of fright and said into the
phone, “Love You too Mama, See you next week.”
Sierra chapped her lips and jumped, “Ma-“ I hung up the
phone before Nic could hear her loud Voice.
“I left my phone in the seat. What did your mom say?” She asked
Smiling at me with the most joyful spirit. I opened the door putting one foot
out, “uhhhh. . The usually. Just talking about the news.” She Smiled and she
grabbed my hand walking into the studio with a smile.
