Chapter 9
Anu-Ms K
Nkem’s brilliant idea was for me to get laid, like I could just pick a guy off the street and say, “fuck me”.
I probably can, but not my thing. Sex is a bit intimate for me. I don’t need any more pity sex. I’ve had a few of that in my life already. My focus now is this program that I’m trying to get off the ground with Jordan and Lande DeMoore’s help.
It doesn’t help that my heart races every time I see Uncle Dan. He seems to show up for every lesson and finds something to say to me.
“Have you thought about letting Cara in the event?” I give the same answer.
“Nice blouse, that color looks good on you.” Thanks.
“Will you be teaching Cara this weekend?” No.
And you forget how we started making sure we are well dressed and looking good because of him?
Be quiet, I chastise my bad angel. I’m always well dressed.
True but we triple check because of him.
And on and on he goes. Jordan always snickers whenever he sees us talking, like he knows something that I don’t know.
“I think that white boy likes you, MAK.” He teases
“I don’t think so, he’s just being polite and wants his niece to perform in the event.”
"That might be his excuse, but his eyes tell a different story – he likes you," he pokes.
“Whatever.” I smirk
“You know, his idea of all the kids might not be a bad idea.”
“We might need to set the stage larger, so it can accommodate more kids.”
“I think you should let Andrea and Lande know now.”
I nod, but the idea that Daniel might like me lingers. My heart smiles, knowing I like the thought of it. Though I can’t picture us, he gives the vibe of someone that commands a room while I like to stay in the shadows and let my work speak.