PRIDE & PREJUDICE X BLACK-ISH. Liza B—the only DJ who gives a jam—wants to take her neighborhood back from the soulless property developer dropping unaffordable condos on every corner in her hood. When Liza speaks truth to power, she learns just how wrong you can be about someone… And how right they can be for you.
A red button flashed on the control board—Liza had a caller.
“You’re live with Liza B, the only DJ who gives a jam. What’s on your mind?”
A cheery voice buzzed into Liza’s earphones. “This is Keisha, and we are in a man shortage.”
A smile crept across Liza’s face as she slid the dial all the way up. This tiny booth was her sweat and coffee-soaked space, and she was right at home amidst the posters of Afrobeat stars, Punjabi crooners, K-pop Idols, and Reggaeton bad boys competing for space on the wall.
“It is a man drought,” Liza agreed. “What do you plan to do about it?”
“You know those new buildings they’re putting up at Netherfield Court?”
“You mean the overpriced apartments that will force us out of our neighborhood and change the fabric of DC forever?” Liza said.
“Um…yeah,” Keisha stammered. “Anyway, there are a lot of men working construction. I plan to walk past in my shortest shorts!”
“To get catcalled? What do you get out of that deal?”
“Do I need to spell it out, Alizé Bennett?” The woman dragged Liza’s whole government name out, as if being named after a popular 90s alcoholic drink was something Liza wanted broadcast across her nation’s capital. Keisha continued, “I’m a woman with needs.”
“Excuse me. I thought it’s universally acknowledged that every broke woman wants a rich man, not just Vitamin D!”
“Times are changing, honey,” Keisha quipped.