𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑨

𝑻𝑾𝑶.

ADIA
Houston, Texas
Verse One, Chapter Two

Strutting up the porch, Adia slung her Chanel bag over her shoulder before pulling the squeaky screen door open and knocking on the wooden one. Shuffling her body she glanced behind her keeping her eyes on the Asian man that watched her from across the street. Feeling very uncomfortable she went to knock again when the door swung open.

"Sorry girl I was turning my food off. Come on in," Africa stood to the side and allowed Adia to enter into her home. Adia glanced around the small room liking how brightly decorated it was. The aroma of freshly fried chicken hit Adia's nose hard making her stomach slightly growl.

"Thanks for helping me with my costume," Adia smiled as she watched Africa roam around her kitchen. Standing on her toes a bit she watched Africa use an oven mitt to take her pan of baked macaroni out. "You cook a lot huh?"

"Yeah," Africa smiled looking over her shoulder. "I like to take it to the shelters. What all I don't eat. Do you want a plate? Come sit." For Africa to be as young as she was she had a motherly essence to her. Adia felt strangely at home even though it was the first time she had been there.

"You eat yams?"

"I eat everything," Adia laughed watching as Africa fixed both of them a plate of fried chicken, macaroni, yams, and collard greens. She also poured them some wine to drink while they ate.

"I haven't eaten today so I hope you didn't have anywhere to go. I'll be quick though."

"Oh no it's fine don't worry. Thank you, this food looks and smells delicious." Smiling Africa watched as Adia took a bite out of her food, the chicken first. Adia couldn't help but smile with a nod. "It's so good."

"Oh, I'm glad you like it. Thank you," She thanked as she stuck her fork into the mountain of greens that were on her plate and stuffed it inside of her mouth. "So what were you thinking about for your-" Her voice was cut off by her house phone ringing. "Give me a second," She got up and walked to her phone taking it off the hook. "Hello?"

Not wanting to be nosey Adia grabbed her phone and scrolled while she continued eating to not make it seem like she was listening to Africa's conversation although she couldn't help but overhear.

"Ma really?" Africa sighed. "You know I'm down here working. I've been working on it so don't start that." Adia felt a little uncomfortable, she could feel the change in the air as Africa talked on the phone. Nobody knew much about Africa only that she came from Memphis. They didn't know if she had any family or friends in the city, nobody knew a thing. And with her and Adia talking she still didn't feel like it would be right to ask her anything so she kept all questions to herself.

"You know what fuck you!" Africa screamed catching Adia off guard. "I'm getting my shit together to come and get her and you know that. Fuck you I swear you get on my damn nerves I can't wait to come and get my child!" The sound of the phone slamming down echoed through the house followed by a door slamming in the distance. Adia sat with her back straight and ears listening for anything else. When she heard nothing she turned around her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Africa.

"Um," She slowly stood standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen. "Africa?" She called walking towards the room where she heard the door slam. "Africa are you okay?" She asked hearing sniffing coming from the bedroom. Just as she went to twist the doorknob the door swung open and Africa stood with glossy eyes.