NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 165

“Why now?” he laughed out loud at their persistence since they obviously wanted to have their way with him. “Wait a minute...” Kwame stopped dead, “maybe that’s just it…maybe I’ve been working too goddamn hard at this.” He leaned back into the arms of his chair and loosed the reins of his mind. For a fleet-footed second he glimpsed himself chasing a girl with a perfect bronze body. Then with a f