A product of Crenshaw Boulevard & Slauson Avenue. Ermias or Nipsey as the streets would call him. Had a mystique about him that left you in awe but also had you wondering. Was he your typical street dude? Was he a thinker? Was he a radical? Was he l...
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"I can get any color bows I want in my hair daddy?" Emani asked excitedly.
"Yea babygirl you can get anything you want" I said smiling at her. We were having a little Daddy Daughter Day at the hair salon. I decided to get my hair re-braided for Junior's funeral. I figured since I was going to be playing a role of a grieving nigga I might as well look good while doing it. I also love spending time with Emani and this was definitely a great way to do so. I love doing small things like this because although she's just a little girl, she'll know early on that her daddy can and will do everything for her. She won't have to depend on a nigga for shit.
"So I can get color hair too?" she asked with pleading eyes. I laughed and shook my head.
"Slow down Monie Mon" I laughed. I knew I had my hands full with her.
"Hey Ermias we're ready for you" the receptionist of the shop said leading us to the back. I picked up Emani and sat her down in the chair next to mine. I took a good look at her ass as she walking away. I definitely got to see what's good with her before I leave.
"It's about time you came and got those braids redone you were starting to look tore up" a female voice said interrupting my gaze. I looked up and there stood my homegirl and stylist, Tasha.
"What Up Tash" I stood up and embraced her. Tasha has been doing my hair for some years now. We met at a night club, around that time I was starting to get my foot in the door when it came to legit businesses. She didn't know what I actually she did for a living, shit she didn't even know the name I went by in the streets. When I met her I didn't give off that persona. I introduced myself as Ermias , a business man who aspired to have his own clothing line and store.
"Chill off me I'm here now and that's all that matters" I said causing her to chuckle.
"Mhm you lucky I'm always here to get you right" she teased. She bent down eye length to Emani and gave her a warm smile.
"Hi Princess" she said smiling. Emani giggles a bit and smiled back giving her a hug. She called one of her assistants over and gave her instructions on what to do her hair. She walked back over to me and stood with her arms folded.
"What?" I asked raising an eyebrow. She ignored me and continue to stare nodding her head and mumbling to herself. I sat and watched her until her voice broke my thoughts.
"I know exactly what I'm going to do with your hair" she said smiling confidently. She draped the cape over my body and began to work.
"Don't fuck me up now" I joked. She playfully slapped the back of head. I relaxed and closed my eyes as she massaged my scalp. She started to part my hair in sections and apply oil.
"Tell me something Ermias" the way she said it I knew she was about to ask me some personal shit.
"Wassup?" I answered back patiently waiting for the question.
