Aniya danced around her studio apartment in bare feet. She had on her high school track shorts and her bra. Those shorts were indestructible. They didn’t quite fit the way they did so many years ago but they “fit.” She was blasting “Bust the Windows” by Jasmine Sullivan. The place was spotless. She cleaned every nook and cranny of the apartment. It smelled of Ammonia and Febreeze. She loved candles that had water scents like “ocean breeze” or “morning mist.” The candles were strategically placed. She was an old school girl but she had to admit she liked the gritty 90’s Mary J feel of Jasmine Sullivan’s music. A strong voice and beautiful melodies to overshadow really harsh lyrics.
“Yeah I did it/you should know it/I ain’t sorry/you deserved it/After what you did to me it was worth it/I ain’t sorry nooo oooooooo…”
Yea, Jasmine was cut from the same cloth as Aniya. Or she was just an artist who made music for women who made some tough choices. Reckless and heartless women. Yea, those women need a good song too.
Aniya recently became more than a wife and a exotic dancer. She had to make DJ pay for the pain and embarrassment. Sloppy pathetic loser leaving all his mistakes under the bed they lie in every night as a couple. He was an unbelievable idiot to think she wouldn’t find out. She confiscated everything and she “unofficially divorced” DJ and moved out. She told her friends and loved ones (he didn’t have any loved ones) he was on a business conference in Segal. Who would question that? No one is going to buy a calling card to talk to him in Ecuador! He wasn’t that important. It was funny how quickly her emotions dissipated. As soon as she saw the betrayal, it was enough to essentially make him disappear.
For now she was enjoying her new found freedom. She had 20 minutes before she had to get ready for work. “Biddies” was 27 minutes away exactly. She decided to play her song one more time and decide how she would use her talents on the pole to make her “problem” go away. She had a special client of hers who would definitely be interested in the task.
“May God forgive me”, she muttered to herself.
The song faded while she dove into the company of her conscience.
“You caused me pain/so I did the same…”
~To be continued~
By: Shaun Nickens
*Day 7 of the 30 day writing challenge!