Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Adventures of Bombquisha Vol. 1 Ep. 2

Adventures of Bombquisha Vol. 1 Ep. 2




The sun shined on her face reviving her from deep sleep. Her skin felt like velvet sliding against the Egyptian cotton sheets that smelled like Downy Fresh scent and baby powder. The fluffy cotton off-white bed cover warmed her body. She knew she could fall back asleep for another five hours. Maybe she needed it, she thought. She almost went for the sleep until her nose tickled with the most familiar comforting smell, that perfect caramel macchiato Clover would make for her. She suddenly sat up, eyes wide and realizing that she was not at home. She thought she dreamed all that happened the night before, getting hit by a rock, knocking out Jackson, setting Jacinda’s hair on fire and running into the arms of Clover how pathetic she thought. She scanned the small quaint place and not really surprised that Clover kept a clean place. The furnishings were well above average and on his salary she knew that he could never afford the luxury that filled his apartment. She looked out the ceiling to floor windows and let out the most orgasmic sigh that she could muster. Clover’s bed faced the Puget Sound and she had full blast view of the calm waters moving back and forth. The sun beamed off the waters like sparkles on the fourth of July. She got out of the bed to watch the waters. Her face planted on the window.

“Would you like the Carmel Macchiato I made for you?” Bombquisha jumped. Clover was so quiet she almost forgot that he was there. Before she spoke she silently thanked god for what she witnessed. Clover was standing there shirtless every muscle cut to godly perfection. His dark cocoa skin looked like silk, his shoulders high, proud, strong and the muscle around his shoulders looked like armor. He looked like one of the gods. He looked like an African tribe warrior and he looked like the white collar good looking brotha with an Ivy League degree. He wore drawstring pants which creased the crotch exposing the biggest bulge she has ever seen.

“I am not gonna bite you.” He said with a sinister smile.

“I know that!” Bombquisha retorted smacking her own self out of her trance. “Your house is clean enough. Is that eggs and turkey bacon I smell.” Distracting herself from him.

“Yup, I made it all by myself. Can you believe that?” He said sarcastically. Bombquisha moved him out of the way looking into his clean kitchen seeing the eggs and bacon lightly frying on the stovetop. She smiled approving.

“So uhh, I am not good at saying thank you, but thank you for last night. I had no other place to go.” She said.

“And yet you thought about me. I am happy that you got away from the South End though.”

“Yeah, I am not sure if I even have a place anymore. I have some money saved up but I don’t know anything but the South End and quite frankly after seeing your beautiful view, I am not sure if I wanna go back.” She said thinking about the night that happened before. She was quite sure that she was homeless and dreaded to see what damaged that she caused to the place after her push threw Jackson into the wall. Clover was curious of why she made that statement because of the questionable frown that he gave, Bombquisha knew she had to explain.

“Well last night when I left you I sat in the park by my old school to smoke and read. Something strange happened.” He motioned for her to go ahead with the story. “And something hit me, like a big rock. The size of a big ass truck rock hit me.” She said. She looked at him for him to say something to her but he gave her that go on ahead with the story look and she continued. “And it knocked me out for a few minutes; Carl called me to come to work this morning that’s how I woke up. I didn’t know how long I was out and when I came aware I looked at my phone and it was 2:30 in the morning. I thought that Jackson maybe worried that I wasn’t there and I rushed home and found Jackson in the bed with this stupid fucking bitch that supposed to be my friend, hoe-ass Jacinda. I pushed him and he landed against the wall and I set Jacinda’s hair on fire….with my hands. She winced as she told the story Clover, knowing that she sounded ridiculous and crazy she waited for him to throw her out of his house. He sat there for a moment almost like he wanted to laugh.

“I guess this explains what the meteor hit.” He said. “It was on the news this morning the small meteor hitting the park near your house. Haven’t heard anything about your house so I think you’re safe.” He confidently said.

“So you knew this whole time and your ass didn’t say anything?”

“I was waiting on you to say something. I put two together and you reeked of sulfur when you came in last night. So I figured that you had a close contact with the rock and your new powers are probably just some energy coming from the contact.”

“No dude. I feel different inside.” Bombquisha explained.

“No dude? Well how so?” He snapped.

“I feel stronger, not that I wasn’t strong before because I can kick many ass, but I can literally feel it tingling all over my body. Like lil shock waves or something.” She calmly said while sipping her coffee.

“You can kick ass huh, I bet if we would wrestle right now you couldn’t.” He was trying to be flirty and Bombquisha wasn’t. Her mind was wrapped up in getting her things. Ignoring what he said she asked Clover if he would come with her to get her things and they set off to the South End.

Bombquisha was reluctant to go to her house as usual. The dirty kitchen from last night is not the first time Jackson left it dirty. Jackson always left the house dirty. Bombquisha didn’t clean for a whole week straight to see if Jackson would get tired of the mess and by the grace of God he would actually get up off his lazy ass and clean up the mess. Well, he didn't. He left her house unkempt, smoky and full of chaos just like her life.

She didn't say much to Clover on the drive to her house, too wrapped up in her thoughts about what the scene was like over there and how the exchange between Jackson and Clover would be. Although Jackson is less of man than Clover, he's still a fighter and he doesn't back down easily. Bombquisha was hoping that she would get her things and leave the apartment without incident. They pull up to the apartment, it seemed quiet unmoved, across the park had the entire community attention so getting in and out without being seen made Bombquisha feel better. She entered the apartment Clover hovering her and entered into a unusually clean apartment. She went into the living room and Jackson and Jacinda sitting there looking at Bombquisha like she was a freak. Jackson was all smiles until he noticed Clover right behind her.

“Jacinda and I were talking and we wanted to apologize for hurting you last night, I dunno what happened, but we want to make amends.” Bombquisha, studying Jackson knew that he was only saying this because he had nowhere to go and she didn’t know why Jacinda was even there. Jacinda’s look went from almost happy to angry the moment the words flew from Jackson’s mouth.

“Jackson, we need to talk in the kitchen.” Bombquisha motioned for him to head to the kitchen when Jacinda spoke.

“Whatever you need to say you can say it in front of me!” Jacinda demanded.

“Ok. Jezze Bell, Jackson I am moving out. I am taking my clothes you keep everything else and you can find a way to pay this months’ rent which is due today. Oh and don’t try to leave because I made sure that you are liable for the money. Since Jacinda can fuck you good, she should be good at taking care of you just like I did. Ain’t that right Jacinda?” Jacinda rolled her eyes and looking up to see Clover and a twinkle came from her eye. Before Bomquisha could speak Clover said it all for her.

“You’re not my type.” Clover smiled at Bomquisha.

“Who the fuck are you man? Why are you here in my house, Jackson jumped to Jacinda’s defense.”

“I am the man that Bombquisha deserves.” Clover came towards Jackson instigating a fight between them.

“Oh what Bombquisha deserves?!” Jackson said as he came to meet Clover. Intensely engaging each others hostile stare down Bombquisha had stepped in the separate them and Jacinda jumped up.

“I dunno why the fuck you are jumping up.” Bombquisha shouted at Jacinda.

“Because I am not gonna let anyone hurt my man like you did.” No sooner than Jacinda said those words Bombquisha’s hand extended and flames came out of her hand, this time it wasn’t going to miss. Jacinda was going to take the hit full blown in the face but Clover’s unseemly fast moves pushed Jacinda down and moved Bombquisha’s hand and the blast hit the clock knocking it from its hanging spot. Bewildered Bombquisha ran upstairs to get her things and get away from the mele. Jackson attented to Jacinda who was barely hurt.

“You two freaks are made for each other.” Jackson said not even attempting to try Clover.

“Yeah we are.” Clover said as he ran towards the upstairs but Bombquisha was already sloppily packed headed towards the door. Clover ran after her outside as she ran for the nearest payphone which was down the street from her now old place. Clover was almost out of breath when he caught up with her.

“Wha, why did you run out like that?” Clover sincerely asked, but the look on Bombquisha’s face gave it all away. He knew he had to come clean to her one day but today wouldn’t be the day. Bombquisha studied him with the phone in her hand and the ring tone buzzing. She didn’t know what to think of Clover but she knew that she didn’t want to break it off with him so she obliged him.

“Well I do not like anyone speaking for me. I wanted to talk to Jackson myself and I am not YOUR girl yet!” Bombquisha shouted. She was so pissed she felt the fire burn inside of her. She slammed the phone back on the hook and broke the payphone. There was a big fist in it. Her big eyes met Clovers and they took off.

Meanwhile at the park Agent Hal was looking at the pictures that he took of the meteor when he was distracted by the sound of the payphone breaking. He watched the attractive couple flee the scene leaving the crushed in payphone receiver dangling off its hook. His amazement confirmed his theory that the meteor did indeed hit something or someone and he found the person that peeked his interest and swiftly took pictures of Bombquisha and Clover and Clover’s license place as they speed away.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Adventures of Bombquisha

ADVENTURES OF BOMBQUISHA VOL. 1. Episode 1.


Bombquisha is from the South End of Seattle. She lives on Henderson Street where the old cracked out V.P. apartments burnt down and is now a newly developed town house community. Still in Rainier Valley there is always trouble. Just because it is now masked in flowers, new trees, developments, white people, and coffee shops it still has the essence of the hood that will forever linger in the South End. Right across the street she can still see the school that she had loads of fights in, skipped classes to smoke weed, and where she had her most favorite time reading. She's always wanted to leave the South End, but she was still connected to the place. The South End had everything. It had beautiful parks that were surrounded by the lake infested with geese droppings. There was Seward Park a diverse upper middle class community built of beautiful homes some had the lake as part of the back yard. Seward Park is Bombquisha’s dream.

Although Bombquisha was infatuated with having the nice comfortable lifestyle, she had a mediocre life which she loathed, a cheating live-in boyfriend, dead end job and piles of unpaid bills. Bombquisha was a clerk at the local grocery store called Big Bear which was only two blocks away from her house. She’d worked til 11p.m. almost every day because someone wouldn't show up for work. She was the hard working honest type she stayed and helped out. The only thing that made her happy was that the store had a Starbucks in it and Clover always had a caramel macchiato waiting for her when she finished locking up the store. Clover was in his mid-thirties, tall chocolate colored guy, shiny onyx eyes, broad shouldered, bright smile, smart and he was secretly in love with Bombquisha. The only reason he even worked at Starbucks was because he wanted to be near Bombquisha, he loved seeing her face every day.

"Hey girl, you look like you could use one of these." He smiled as her handed her the warm coffee.

"Yeah thank you, I am so tired of these motherfuckers here man. I swear they are always leaving me here to close up and shit. I can't complain because I do have a job, right?" As she sipped her coffee.

"Yes, you can't complain, but then again you can. I see you work hard and they take advantage of that. At least you have me to make your coffee."

"Yeah" she sheepishly said. "I think I am the only one who cares about this job anyways, but I am ready for something new in my life. I want to go to school or something. I want to be in a place where I can help people ya'know?"

"I know, you have too many smarts and talent for you to be in this place, but I think you're only here because you are afraid of leaving the South End." Clover cautiously said.

She side-eyed him before she spoke. "What the fuck you mean by that?"

"Well when's the last time you been downtown?"

"Umm, why would I go downtown, everything is here?"

"My point exactly." He smiled again.

"What's downtown anyways?" Her curiosity peaked.

"Well, for one I live downtown. There are restaurants, movies, museums, bars, and the beautiful Puget Sound." He said in his proudest tone.

"You live downtown? Why do you work so far? And how come you can't get a baristo job over there?" she annoyingly added.

"Yep I live on 2nd and Vine Street in a beautiful studio apartment. I can get a job as a BARISTO, but I prefer working over here." he snapped.

"Again, why the hell are you here if you can get a job over there." Bomquisha retorted.

"Because I find myself staring at the most beautiful things here." Clover's voice was deep and smooth as silk and he was looking Bombquisha straight in the eye. Usually she would have a whole lot to say but she couldn’t even find a good curse word to say. She felt her heart speed up. No doubt Clover was fine, but she couldn't even believe that he was into her. She did what she does best. She ran. Of course she said goodbye to him she wasn't a total rude ass female.

Once she bolted out of the store building and into the crisp night air she felt safe. She slowed herself down to take in the night air. Even though she was only two blocks away from her townhouse she wasn't trying to get there anytime soon. She took the scenic route and found herself back in the park where she grew up, smoking a doobie and reading her favorite novel Wild Seed. The night was still, her bags at her feet and the moon high in the sky was her light while she read. It was then a huge bolder hit her sending her flying through the air, landing hard on her back knocking her out.

She woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing. Dazed and confused she sat up to see a pickup truck sized rock in front of her. She looked around to see if anyone else was around and there was no one in sight. The moon glazed the rock and it shined a sparkle red. Her phone kept ringing and she picked up. "Hello?" her voice cracked.

"Hello Bombquisha were you sleep? Anyway, this is Carl. Can you be at work tomorrow at 8am?" He waited.

"Umm Carl..." She began.

"Ok thanks, see ya tomorrow." As the phone clicked off she looked at her phone and realized it was 2:30am. "Oh shit!" She grabbed her things and ran towards her house. She opened the door frantically. Once she got it opened she called for her boyfriend Jackson. She ran into the living room where she thought he would be playing video games but he wasn't there. She screamed for Jackson again looking throughout the house and he wasn't anywhere but she did frown at the messy kitchen he left for her.

Figuring that he was sleep she ran up the stairs towards the bedroom and pushed opened the door and froze. There was Jackson sound asleep arms wrapped around another woman. That other woman was her so called friend Jacinda. Her heart sank, not that he was cheating, but who he cheated with. Jacinda and Bombquisha were supposed to be thick as thieves, homies for life, do or die friends but now in her own bed they were both peacefully asleep, naked. The room reeked of after sex and weed. The sadness in Bombquisha’s stomach turned into hot boiling uncontrollable anger.

“YOU BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKING ASSWIPES WAKE THE FUCK UP!” She yelled. Only she didn’t yell her voice came out like ten million bullhorns at one time. Her voice was so loud to her amazement it cracked the walls. Jackson and Jacinda both jumped up surprised to see Bombquisha.

“Babe…what the hell…Oh shit! I’m so sorry, so sorry, baby please forgive me.” Jackson said clutching onto the blanket coming towards Bombquisha. Bombquisha came towards him to push him back and instead the force of her push sent him flying towards the wall, knocking him out. Jacinda jumped up.

“You crazy bitch, this is why he doesn’t want your black ass no more, you’re always hitting him!.” Jacinda screamed. Bombquisha was so stunned at what she did that she forgot that Jacinda was there. Bombquisha turned towards Jacinda and as Jacinda was fixing to open her mouth again, fire came from Bombquisha’s hand and hit Jacinda. Jacinda’s weave started aflame and she screamed running past Bombquisha into the bathroom slamming the door.

“That’s what you get you ratchet ass BEEOTCH!!!” Bombquisha, satisfied at her amazing strength the adrenaline began to wear her down as fast as it came and she buckled. She began to cry uncontrollable tears. Whatever happened in that moment it scared her and through Jacinda’s muffled ‘I’m calling the police, bitch!’ screams Bombquisha knew she had to leave, but she had nowhere to go. All she could think about was Clover.

After throwing up three times on the corner of 4th Ave and Wall Street, Bombquisha made it to downtown. It was early about 4 am in the morning and she was dirty and tired. She remembered that Clover said that he lived on 2nd and Vine, but she didn’t know what building, she headed there anyways. She got to 2nd Ave and Vine only to be confused there were three different apartment buildings on the same street. She figured since they were all nice buildings they should have the names on the buzzard and went to the first building she seen. Clover’s last name was Wilkinson and the first place she went to was the right place. She frantically buzzed Clover apartment and waited. He was taking too long so she started buzzing again, through her frantic buzz she heard his sultry voice and immediately she was calm.

“Heeellooo why are you buzzing so much?” He cheerfully asked.

“Clover it's Bombquisha, can you buzz me up.” Sobbing through her tears.

“Yeah, baby the apartment number is 5C.” When Bombquisha got there she was greeted with a smile and then a frown. Clover who towered over Bombquisha grabbed her face lifted her chin and wiped away her tears. She was getting ready to speak when he cut her off.

“Shh, don’t talk now, just come inside and I’ll run you a bath, then put you in the bed and you can tell me after you’ve rested.” She nodded and for the first time did what she was told without any talk back.

Friday, February 4, 2011

My Mama's Natty and My Natty!

When I see my mother, I think she's the most beautiful person in the world. She had natural hair and everyone would talk about how beautiful her hair was. It was long healthy and she always took great care of her hair. Now my mother is a product of a biracial man and a black mother. They spewed out five of the most beautiful collages of lil' black girls. When they were younger my mother would tell me stories about when people would question their sisterhood because they weren't all alike. That's the beautiful thing about my family, I had an all access pass to be around such uniquely beautiful women with the most biggest asses I have ever seen in my life. Lil did I know I would soon inherit that trait.

All of them had style and grace that was passed down to them from both sides of the family and they taught that to their children...us. But this is about my mother and her beautiful mane and why she is my inspiration.

When I was lil I would watch her as she washed, conditioned, braided, pressed and rolled her hair. Even though it was straightened through a hot comb her hair was bouncy and alive and I wanted her hair. But my mother and I had different hair "types". If I had to compare my mother's hair to a "type" I would say 3B-3C and my hair is 4B-4C hell I really don't know, but what I do know is that she has looser curls than I do. I didn't know that my mother's hair and my hair is much more alike than not.
I remember quite well that she wasn't as nice to my hair as she was with hers lol. Not only was I tender headed she also had the most heaviest hand ever. She would throw her leg over my shoulder in order for me to sit still because she was braiding my hair while I kept fighting and pulling away. She would also smack my hand with the comb every time I would touch the part that she was braiding. There was a few times that I made a successful get away and she would just wait til I was tired enough to go back finishing my hair. Making sure that my hair would last for a good two weeks or so she would tighten the braids as she went along. My scalp was pulsating long after she was finished. Even though my scalp went through this rigorous torture at the end of the day my hair was growing.

My hair probably would be long as hell if I didn't get a perm at 12. The reasoning for me getting a perm at 12 is because my parents were separated for awhile and I was living with my dad. My father had always told me that I had beautiful hair like my mother and didn't want me to get a perm, but my self esteem told me that I didn't because my mother and I was different. Let me explain. When I was going to school and my mother would come to school to pick me and my brother up, she would take us to lunch somewhere in the neighborhood or show up early on a Friday just so she could hang out with us. When she came to our school everyone would look and say "That's YOUR mom?" I would say yes and they would respond "But she's so pretty." So my self esteem was shot at an early age because I was called ugly excuse me black and ugly on a daily bases. When I looked in the mirror I saw beauty, I saw my mothers beauty in mines. So was my self esteem shot? Only at moments. Let's just say I was a bit confused, and not knowing that people can be mean when they either don't understand you or want to be like you. *MESSAGE*

I did the perm in order to "fit in" with everyone else. After I permed my hair, lil did I know the whole time that my mother was yanking my hair, I had a nice length in getting a perm. What I didn't know was how to maintain the perm and since I was always natural and my mother took care of it why should I? My hair started to break off tremendously, especially the middle of my hair. My hair was getting shorter and shorter every time I went back to the beauty shop to get my hair relaxed. It was so bad I had to do the unthinkable, I got the Halle/Toni Braxton hair cut and just kept it short all throughout middle school and high school days.

As an adult, I have went back to my roots with my natural hair and it has been the most wonderful experience for me. When I went natural I transitioned without knowing what transitioning meant. I had had it with my hair. I was doing the whole home boxed perm, I had gone through a couple of weaves and I was stressed, my hair was stressed. At the time I was really depressed about my place in life. I moved to New York only to work like I was working back home, I was seeing other people making their dreams come true and I was stuck in a dead end job. I just wasn't happy. 2008 came and on a beautiful 4th of July, my friend had it with the way my hair was looking and she took the scissors and cut it. I felt scared, relieved, and what the hell am I gonna do with it!!!!!! But I knew that I didn't want another perm to touch my head again. My regimen was quite simple. Wash, condition and go. I didn't know what kinds of products to use so I went with anything that said moisturizing. At one time, I stopped washing my hair and just did the conditioner wash thing, but I found out that my hair likes the wash.

I really didn't know or understand what my hair needed so I went to my favorite hair stylist in the world and he washed, deep conditioned and trimmed/cut my hair. He said himself that this was the first time he's ever seen my hair so healthy, that made me feel good. This also was the last time I felt good because, my hair was going through some changes and I still quite didn't understand how to take care of my hair. I slumped back into a depression and stopped caring for my hair. I was also in a horrible relationship which may had a part in my depression, but I got out of that quick.

When I went through all of my old writings on "Dreams About Derek" I started writing everyday. Every chance that I could get, I started ordering lots of books and reading them, my mind got focused on finishing Derek and thats when I started to take care of my hair again and then soon after love found me. I had a burning desire to treat my hair with the utmost respect, and I found Youtube. With Youtube, I started to remember my mothers hair again. What I understand back in the late 70's and 80's they took care of their hair with the products that they had available to them. Since we have the opportunity to explore different products, oils, conditioners etc. on our hair, it's a lil easier for us. I went back to care for my hair like my mother took care of hers. My actual documented journey about my hair started via Facebook with a picture album I call "Yes Natty!" and yes that is coined. LOL! At the time when I put up this album I was doing it for my natural hair styles and now it's a journey that all of friends enjoy and expect me to keep it going.

This natural journey is a time consuming, tedious, exhausting work. But it is needed, and we need to love the good great kinky, tangled, thick full hair the lord has blessed us with. Show the world this is who we really are. Take care ya'll.

Chrystal L. Prather aka Stayls

YES NATTY!!!