What About Omeeka

Two

Nicki

Checking my mail I had something from Meek, he sent me a visitors pass with a letter.
"I know I'm like the last person you would like to hear from right now, but I'm out of people to ask. Not saying you're the last person I'd ever really go up to for help but I'm in a tight space. I need help with getting someone to testify for me. I'm not trying to go back to jail. I left details of my info if you decide to help. I would really appreciate it".
M. 

I put the letter down. I had an interview with Angie Martinez and I'm already in my blue over missing Safaree.

Going into her office she was all happy asking me about my upcoming album, what I have in store after the album is released and what I plan to do with my career further more. Then she brings it up like it is nothing.

"Nicki I hear you're single now days"

"That's what it seems" I say nonchalant .

"How do you like the single life?"

"I'm enjoying it but some days I'm not. It's like waking up to the expectation of looking good when you finally look in the mirror and see your flaws." I say.

"That's a nice analogy. So do you have anyone in mind to be with specifically?"

"No. I'm just getting used to the idea and adapting to being alone. I've never really been single and when I'm not I seem to keep good long term relationships"

"Safaree and you have been together for more than 10 years?"

"12. We've been together since before the beginning of my career. He's always been there for me"

"What changed?" When she asked that I felt like my heart broke thinking about the bad. All the memories escalated to my mind like rush hour.

"Just infidelity issues. We were suppose to be getting married and my career puts a toll on everything in my personal life" I say with tears forming. The rest of the interview I was crying and pouring my heart out.

After the interview I thought about Meek and his letter. It wasn't too late for visiting hours. Jail officers checked me and my purse then led me into a room and I sat there waiting for meek to appear. He took a seat across from me.

Meek
I know I sent Nicki a request but I didn't really expect her to meet me and see about it.

"You can't get anyone to testify for you?" She asked. I shook my head.

"My boys ain't really my boys like they act like they are" I say

"You don't own anybody"

"I didn't say I did"

"You don't have to. It's all in the way you act and everything. Running around here being a dope dealer and pulling triggers. Meek have some self respect"

"I didn't ask you to come down here and criticize me. I just need you to say you think I should stay out of jail"

"For what? We ain't friends."

"I'll make a deal with you" I say.

"What?" She asked looking up at me.

"You testify and I will make it my job to keep peace between us"

"How about you make peace with yourself?" She asks getting smart.

"Aight listen. I have a son and a niece to look after. I can't be in jail when they need me. I'm asking" I say.

"What is the big deal? There has to be a reason why no one wants to testify for you. Will someone kill me if I do?"

"No, I'm sure no one will kill you" I say laughing.

"Give me some time to think about it" she says getting up.

"Time is running out" I say.

"Not when you incarcerated" she says and then walks out. Nicki was pretty smooth with her words.