The Sister Souljah Collection #2 by Sister Souljah

Author:Sister Souljah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Published: 2021-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 50

Since being locked up, I never had seen so many girls in one place. But these girls were not prisoners. They were relaxed and free. They were pretty, of every shade of skin, and type and style of hair. They walked confidently. We were “on the campus of Howard University,” Sheba said.

“When I went to school here, there were seventeen female students to every one male student,” Sheba said. “Talk about competition!” She was guiding us around. It was me and the girls from Elisha’s staff and film, which of course included Audrey.

“Usually out here on the yard, on a Saturday night like tonight, the fraternities and sororities would be stepping. It’s really a fun and amazing thing to see.”

“Stepping?” I asked. “Is that dance?”

“You could definitely call it a kind of dance,” she said, which made me curious.

“Sheba, did you dance?” I asked.

“You have to be a member to step,” she said. “And yes, I stepped. I’m a Delta.”

“A Delta?” I asked.

“Delta Sigma Theta; it’s a sisterhood, a sorority,” she explained.

“How do you have any sisterhood with seventeen women to every one man?” Audrey asked. “Sounds like a fucking fight.”

• • •

Shoulder to shoulder in a packed college hall, Elisha had a thousand women, and one hundred seventy men, mesmerized by his rendition of a Carlos Santana joint. Showing off, he played two guitars in one performance, the acoustic and the electric. It didn’t hurt that he was tall and handsome and that whatever he did and wherever he went everyone could see him shining. On his guitar he was more than good. His fingers were comfortable and swift. His strumming moved many hearts, especially mine. As he stood in the darkened hall beneath the glowing spotlight, him and his band, I asked myself, Are you ready to handle this man who every girl of every type seems to desire? I even was asking myself, what had I done to win his heart so solidly?

“What made you come back?” a voice to the left asked me. I looked over my shoulder. It was Audrey.

“My momma died. So, I had to come back to Brooklyn.”

“I wish she would of lived,” Audrey said, and I felt myself getting red real quick. I saw myself slapping the shit out of her. I saw the old Porsche stabbing her in her side or punching her dead in her face, but I didn’t. I didn’t like the slick shit she was saying, she wished Momma would of lived. I wish Momma would of lived, too, but I knew that’s not what she meant. And what if I beat Audrey’s ass and then had to explain to Elisha or anyone that I beat her because she wished my mother would’ve lived? The twist of her tongue and words would’ve made me seem crazy. Instead, I turned to her and forced up a smile.

“Thanks for letting Elisha practice on you,” I said. “I could tell by the way he made love to me last night and this morning that he practiced on some bitch till I got home.

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