By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up with a lovely curvaceous Somali sister and a Lebanese Muslim beauty recently. My latest conquest is this fine-looking if somewhat meek Saudi gal that I encountered at the bus stop a week ago. The prospect of seducing a Saudi woman appealed to me immensely, especially given what I knew of Saudi culture.
For those of you who don't know, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is the heartland of Islam. A place where women have zero rights. Even in the deeply conservative Islamic Republic of Iran, women can drive and even work as prison guards, albeit only in female prisons. In the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, women cannot drive, and they can be jailed for even attempting it. Also, Saudi women cannot leave the house without a male chaperone, and they require the permission of their husband, father or brother to move about. Oh, and they have to wear a full-body cloak known as the Burka by law. It's not a tradition down there, it's a requirement. That's just how things work down there. Wow. It's the most conservative nation on God's green Earth. To say that women are oppressed down there is the understatement of the century. Saudi males are the most sexist and oppressive jerks in human history. They hate freedom and they hate womankind. Yet amazingly, western powers don't realize this about them. Why? Simply because Saudi men are slick. They act all friendly while stabbing you in the back. Iranians, Syrians and Egyptians are hot-headed loudmouths whom you can see coming a mile away. Saudis are smarter than that.
Anyhow, we were in late June 2012 and the weather in the Capital region of Canada was extremely hot and wet. Ha, hot and wet. That's a good one. Anyhow, I was walking around the Vanier area of Ottawa when all of a sudden, it started to rain. Shit. Just what I needed. I was walking around looking all cool with my red silk shirt and Black silk pants. I wanted to go see the movie Prometheus with my buddies David and Armand, a couple of Haitian guys from Montreal, Quebec, who recently moved to Ottawa, Ontario. Knowing how boring Ottawa was, I wanted to show my buddies a good time. I spend most of my free time in Toronto because at least over there, well, you can find stuff to do. Ottawa is a supremely boring town and damn proud of it. Don't know what possessed these bozos to leave lively Montreal for dull little Ottawa. Oh, well. Not my problem. So, um, it started raining and that got annoying real quick. I went to the nearest bus shelter, and I wasn't alone. There was someone else there. A round Arab lady of average height with a meek expression on her face. I quickly looked her up and down. Curvy body, nice ass, big tits. All carefully hidden under an overflowing summer dress and hijab. Okay, I'm interested.
I smiled at the Arab lady, and asked her when the next bus was coming by. She looked at me meekly, then checked the time on her watch. I am almost always surprised to see people wearing watches these days. Seriously. Doesn't everybody and their grandma have a cellphone these days? I'm just saying. The Arab lady told me it was 1 : 17 P.M. Cool. That's my favorite time of day, actually. On November 17, 2009, I won two thousand dollars playing the lottery in Buffalo, New York. On December 17, 2011, my ex-girlfriend Lashondra Jones, a big-booty slut from the island of Jamaica, let me nut in her face for old time's sake. How about that? 117 has got to be my lucky number. I looked at the Arab lady, looked at the rain outside and told her that I wished I had headgear like her. Kind of weak, I know, referring to her hijab as protection for the head against the rain. What surprised me was that she fell for it. The Arab lady smiled, and told me that hijabs had practical applications. Hmmm. I always thought they were imposed on women by insecure Muslim guys who feel the need to control women's bodies and minds out of gynophobia. I didn't tell her that, of course.
I looked at the Arab lady and asked her if she was Lebanese. There are lot of Lebanese people in the Vanier sector of Ottawa. There is a Lebanese Christian church and a mosque in the area. I have a thing for Lebanese women. They're very beautiful. The Arab lady snorted, and told me that she was Saudi, not Lebanese. I nodded at that. Smiling coyly, she asked me if I knew where her country was located. I grinned and said middle east. Either that or north Africa. The lady smiled, and told me she missed home. She smiled wistfully when she said that. I sensed a story there and pressed her. I told her that I missed my homeland too. I told her I came from the island of Haiti. Upon hearing the word Haiti, the Saudi woman told me how sorry she was about the Haiti earthquake.
A lot of people in Canada and elsewhere only became aware of the Haitian nation because of the greatest disaster in human history. Before that, we didn't exist in their minds. They have this fake, almost knee-jerk sympathy when Haiti is mentioned. The Arab lady didn't seem to fall into that category of fakers, though. Honestly, she seemed sincere. I thanked her, and told her that by the Grace of God, Haiti was doing alright. Oil was recently found in Haiti, if you can believe that. The Arab lady smiled at that. She told me that oil could be both a blessing and a curse for a nation. With wealth came political turmoil and unrest. She cited the middle east and northern Africa as examples, and I couldn't disagree. The Arabs were rich thanks to the oil but they led crappy, violent and largely miserable lives due to their political and social troubles.
