When I first got to Ottawa, I was fascinated by all the pretty African ladies I saw in the city. They came from all kinds of places. Djibouti. South Africa. Ghana. Ethiopia. Somalia. Nigerian. Congo. Eritrea. Central African Republic. Man, I thought I was in heaven. Scores of immigrants from continental Africa have made their way to Ottawa, Ontario, in the past two decades. Immigrants from Africa, the Middle East, the Caribbean and Mainland China make up thirty percent of the Canadian capital's population. Yeah, I was unprepared for the capital's amazing diversity. I expected it to be lily-white. I guess I was wrong. That's cool.
I went after the sexy African ladies with a vengeance. With my American swagger, I thought I would be irresistible. Someone forgot to tell me that Black men have no value in the eyes of Black Canadian women. It doesn't matter if we are educated, wealthy and accomplished. It doesn't matter if we're nice, hard-working and kind. Black Canadian women worship white men and think of us Black men as lower than dirt. That's why so many Black guys in the major cities of Ottawa, Montreal, Calgary and Toronto are dating women of other races. Black women in Canada are nice to whatever man they're dating...unless he's Black. It's amazing. Why do Black women in Canada hate Black men so much? Someone should do a study about it. Seriously.
When I first came to Ottawa, I wanted to meet a gorgeous, educated Black woman to be my wife. I simply loved Black women. I am not afraid of a strong Black woman. My mother is a strong Black woman. Unfortunately, Black women in Canada put white men on a pedestal and like to use Black men as doormats. Sad but true. I dated across cultural lines. Haitian women. South African women. Nigerian women. Congolese women. Ethiopian women. Somalian women. Afro-Brazilian women. And time after time, they either treated me like dirt or they simply weren't into me. Folks, I seriously considered suicide. I couldn't figure out why all of these Black women simply didn't want me. I'm not bad-looking. I'm friendly, patient and generous. I respect women and I believe in treating them well. Did I mention I have a University degree and I come from a financially well-off family? Yet none of the Black ladies in Ottawa cared for me.
During my depressed state, I met Judy Anne Henriksen. A newcomer to Ottawa, Ontario, straight from Estonia in the heart of Europe. She majored in computer science at Carleton University. We became friends, and later, much more. She changed my life, folks. I spent my life worshipping tall and curvy, big-bottomed Black women. The ladies I referred to as my Black Goddesses. Who would have thought the love of my life would turn out to be short, white and nerdy? I guess life can really surprise you. I never thought I would fall for someone white. White women weren't even on my radar until I got rejected by every Black woman in Ottawa and Judy rescued me from my worst self. I guess Black Love might truly be dead. Movies like Something New and Lakeview Terrace have shown me and millions of other Black men that Black women simply don't love us anymore. They worship white men as knights in shining armour and see us Black men as villains. Oh, well. I have my Judy and I'm happy. We're getting married after graduation. Wish us luck. Peace.
