Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out among the throngs of female students there. Miss Muslim was a glowing closet lesbian. I just had to go over and introduce myself.
The name is Kendra Witherspoon, and I'm a young woman of Jamaican and Irish descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I identify as biracial, because that's what I am. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but fit, with light brown skin, long black hair and light brown eyes. Don't ask me if l look more black or more white, or which I am most comfortable with. I hate it when people ask me that type of shit.
Alright, let's get into some basic information. I was born in the City of Toronto to a Jamaican immigrant father, Kennedy Witherspoon, and an Irish-Canadian mother, Christine O'Neal. My folks met while in college, got married and had little old me, along with my brothers Earl and Trent. Nowadays, they live in the G.T.A. while I'm staying in Ottawa.
I was raised Catholic, though I am definitely not the most devout practitioner. You see, I am a lesbian and I don't think my being what I am is compatible with Catholicism. I still believe in God, it's organized religion that I sometimes have a problem with. I live in Ottawa, a religiously diverse place, and like many Canadians, I am fascinated by the lifestyle and ways of Muslims. Hijab girls hold a special fascination for me. Just call the Lesbian Hijabi Chaser.
Look, lots of guys are fascinated by a certain type of woman. Take my brother Earl James Witherspoon for example. Tall, lean and athletic, with light brown skin and curly black hair, he's cocksure and nearly irresistible to the ladies. You'd think he'd be out there bagging babes left and right but all Earl does is chase fat white chicks. Oh, well. He's got African blood in him after all. These days, he's dating this bitch named Barbara. Chubby, blonde, and annoying as fuck. I can't stand the chicks that Earl dates.
My other brother Trent is just as bad. Trent likes older women, and he's only twenty two but married to this broad named Beatrice, who's twenty nine. I should mention the fact that they have a daughter together, my niece Lily, and according to Trent's Facebook profile, Beatrice is pregnant again. Trent confided in me that he's sleeping with Madeline, a lady friend of Beatrice's who's also older than him. Some guys never learn, eh?
Still, I never judge my brothers dalliances because mine are just as bad. I like religious women. I like to seduce them and have my way with them. I once attended this Nigerian church in south-side Ottawa, and met this lovely Nigerian sister named Natalie there. This conservatively attired, tall and dark-skinned West African lady with the remarkable derriere caught my attention and I went after her. The fact that Natalie was the wife of Pastor Adrian Adewale didn't deter me one bit.
Ladies and gentlemen, when I turn up the charm, no woman can resist me. I won't bore you with the details. Fuck that, I will tell you the details because they are indeed juicy. I infiltrated the Nigerian church, and integrated myself among its throngs of lovely, educated female members. Only I wasn't yet another desperately seeking for a Jesus-loving brother. Nope, I wanted some of Natalie Adewale's Nigerian-flavored chocolatey goodness, and what I want, I tend to get.
