After finding out that Obama's grandmother passed away. I call the hotline to give the Obama's my condolences. It's 6 am in the morning the Monday before election. The doorbell rang half an hour later. I run get the door in my robe. At the door, it's Michelle Obama. I'm shocked to silence. She asks if I can let her in. That shakes me out of my stupor. I let her in. I then ask her where is her husband. She said he's on his way. I can't believe this!! The Obama's in my house! I excuse myself after I make Michelle comfortable in the kitchen.
I run upstairs to change into a good outfit. Miraclously my friend Crystal is upstairs helping me find an outfit. We found the perfect outfit for me. She was helping me zip up a shirt in the vack. Then she started pinching my back fat. That hurt. Ii screeched. Then asked her what her problem is. She didn't give me an answer and finished zipping me up. Michelle comes upstairs to find out why I was screaming. I told her. She proceeds to tell Crystal why she was wrong and that as African American we are supposed to help and lift up our sisters and not tear them down. Crystal gets mad and leaves.
Michelle then walks with me back downstairs. In my kitchen, Obama is sitting down waiting. I walk over and shake his hand. He tells me to sit down next to him. He proceeds to tell me that we as African Americans have to push ourselves. We have to get educated. We need to get careers, not jobs. Then he gives me a problem solving tet.
I realized that it was time to go work. Michelle gives me a ride to work and she joins me at work. She talks to everyone at the job. I go home with her. When we reached my house, there's a big what to do going on. We enter in the house. It's in a frenzy. We are waiting for tye election results. It's my family and the Obama family together. We are in a quiet statis while we wait.The verdict is announced. OBAMA IS THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.
I woke up. This is how I know he's going to win. I don't dream politics. I feel it in my bones he's going to.