I'm honestly starting to think that this voluptuous, seemingly innocent yet sinfully sexy Saudi Arabian broad invented sex. Oh, in case you're wondering who this is, my name is Tyrone Ferguson. I'm originally from Buffalo, New York, and recently moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to study for my MBA at Carleton University. A while ago, I met an amazing lady who simply changed my life. Going to tell you all about her.
I met Amina Alzahrani, the tall, curvy chick from Saudi Arabia while working as a security guard at the Galleria Mall in Buffalo, New York. This broad was walking up and down the street, looking lost. Fearing for her safety, I approached her. Amina told me that she was lost, and was desperately trying to find her way back to the Embassy Suites Hotel. Like the friendly gentleman that I am, I offered to help her.
Little did I know that this encounter would change both of our lives. At the time, though, I thought nothing of it. I walked Amina Alzahrani to her hotel, and she thanked me profusely before walking back in. I watched her go, taking note of Amina's mesmerizing thick ass. I hadn't met too many Arab women in my lifetime. In Buffalo, New York, we've got blacks and whites and Mexicans, that's about it.
I went back to the mall, where I worked as a security guard on the overnight shift. I had plenty to occupy me in those days. I was in my fourth year at Buffalo State College, and was thinking about the future. The recession hit Buffalo, New York, pretty hard a while back. You see a lot of boarded up houses in my part of town. Unpaved roads, entire sections of town fallen into disarray. Buffalo is one of the most segregated towns in America. The black half is suffering economic strife and the white half is flourishing. I hate it but that's a fact of life.
A while ago, I met this Mexican dude named Jose Gutierrez, an illegal immigrant who was staying at that immigrant shelter, Vive La Casa. Dude told me about his family which was waiting for him in Toronto, Ontario. Look, I was born and raised in America and I kind of envied Jose when he told me how well his wife Maria and their daughter Arianna were doing in Toronto. Apparently, they were granted refugee status by the Canadian government and recently got their permanent residence cards. That's why Jose's wife Maria filed for him to come to Canada from the States. Poor dude spent a decade away from his loved ones, working under the table. Still, at least Jose Gutierrez had something to look forward to.
Me? I'm an orphan. I was raised by the foster care system, and bounced from one home to another all over the State of New York. After high school, I won a scholarship to Buffalo State College. I've always been gifted when it comes to numbers, so stuff like business and accounting always appealed to me. I figured I could study that in college, and make something of myself. Never had anyone to believe in me. I always believed in myself. Foster parents, whether black or white or Asian, never gave a damn about me.
After four years at Buffalo State College, I'd grown as a man. At my school, I met a lot of people of all colors. I sat in classrooms filled with white students, matched wits with them and held my own. I became more confident as a result. The United States of America has always hated the black man but it is my firm belief that if you apply yourself in the higher education system, you just might make it.
Too often, a lot of black folks in America have a defeatist attitude. I saw a lot of brothers and sisters who had their parents around growing up but never made anything of themselves. Me? I always believed in myself. Nobody out there believes in us black men so we've got to believe in ourselves. Am I right or am I right? Yes, there is racism. Yes, we're discriminated against. Yes, we live in a fucked up world where cops can choke a man to death, on camera, and not get charged as a result. So what? We've got to keep on fighting and keep on living. We can't give up.
That self-belief has taken me many places. I graduated from Buffalo State College with honors, and then began looking for work. I couldn't find a job in Buffalo, or even places as far away as Copiague, New York City, or Elmira. I applied everywhere, man. I think having a name like Tyrone Ferguson pretty much marks me as Black with a capital B, that's why I didn't hear back from a lot of potential employers. Even in the Age of Obama, discrimination is alive and well in the United Snakes of America. Oops, I meant the United States of America. My bad, dear readers.
Anyhow, after graduating from Buffalo State College, I decided to do some traveling. See the world as an educated brother, you know? I was no longer an orphan, dependent on the foster care system and government handouts to survive. I got promoted to supervisor at the security company I worked for. Making sixteen dollars per hour isn't bad, especially when most people around me only made ten bucks per hour and sometimes not even that. Still, I didn't want to be a rent-a-cop for the rest of my life.
