Episode 2.5- Shawanda's Story

“Girl! Would you come out the dressing room already? I wanna see how it look!” Trisha sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, as she sat her purse on the top of Shawanda’s daughter’s baby stroller. The toddler sat inside, dressed head to toe in House of Dereon and pink Jordans, nibbling on crackers with crumbs covering her face.

“I’m comin. Hol’ up! Ooh..this is cuute! Wait til this weekend. Imma shut the club DOWN! All them bitches gon’ be hatin too..watch and see,”Shawanda laughed as she stepped out of the dressing room. The Lycra-polyester-pleather-blend-two-sizes-too-small outfit hugged every curve and crease on Shawanda as she strutted in front of the 3-way mirror.

“All you need is some accessories and you good to go! That’s fiya! Can we get something to eat though? I’m hungry as hell. I want a cinnabon and a pretzel. Let’s go to the food court.” Both ladies nodded in agreement. “You hungry too, aint you hungry Stank-Stank?” Trisha looked down at the little girl in the stroller who had finished the crackers she was munching on earlier.

“Mama’s Stank-Stank. Look at your face. Just a mess.” Shawanda walked over to her daugther and wiped her face. After Shawanda found the matching accessories to her outfit, she and Trisha walked toward the Food Court. After making stops at Auntie Anne’s, Cinnabon, and Panda Express, the two found a table and began to eat. A few minutes later, they spotted two females near the McDonald’s. The females were looking their way and whispering to each other.

“Isn’t that Curtis’ other baby mama?” Trisha asked. Shawanda didn’t bother to look but continued feeding her daughter.

“Yeah, that’s her. I’m not even gonna turn around. She always got something to say.”

“Well, you won’t have to. She’s on her way over. Oh, Lord..” Trisha let out a heavy sigh.

“Uh, can you tell Curtis that his SON needs some money? Seems like he got it to waste buying Jordans and shit. Ask him why he ain't bothered to return my phone calls?” Diamond stood near the two with her hands on her hip. Shawanda finished feeding her daughter a spoonful of fried rice before responding.

“Don’t be mad at me because YOUR child wearing hand-me-downs and my babies rocking all the fly shit. You know good and well that ain’t even Curtis’ son. We ALL know how you get around. Curtis comes home to me every night. Guess you wasn't putting it down like you thought. He’s getting that good-good now.”

“Listen hoe, don’t try me. And if he was gettin the ‘good-good’, he wouldn't be running back to my bed. He wasn’t with you last night, was he?!” Diamond raised her voice and several people stopped and looked toward their table. “I will wipe this whole mall with your fat ass. Please believe me!” She flung her multi-colored bang from her face, revealing the “D & C” tattoo on her neck.

Shawanda pushed her daughter’s stroller to the side and stood up.“What you waiting on then? Huh? Do what you need to do!” Shawanda walked up to Diamond, towering over her by nearly a foot and an extra hundred pounds. More bystanders stopped and looked on at what was sure to become a spectacle. “You got alot mouth b--” Before Shawanda could finish, Diamond’s fist collided with her jaw. She staggered back, grabbing the table to regain her balance. As she tried to return a punch, Diamond grabbed a handful of her hair, and began punching repeatedly. Shawanda shifted her weight and the two both fell on the floor and began rolling around in the middle of the food court. Spectators hooted and hollered as the two continued fighting, while Trisha stood near the stroller as Shawanda’s daughter watched on. A few minutes later, security guards made their way through the crowd and pulled the two women apart. They stood on opposite sides of the security guard, breathing hard and hair-dos mangled, still shouting obscenities at one another.

While the guards handcuffed both women tried to get a report of what happened, Shawanda’s daughter began pointing and yelled out, “Daddy! Daddy!” Trisha rocked the stroller trying to calm her, when she noticed what the little girl was pointing toward. Coming out of Victoria’s Secret was indeed her daddy, cuddled up with another woman.