Just because I'm a Muslim gal who wears the hijab and a long skirt in public doesn't mean I can't be the biggest slut you know. Of course, people assume I'm pious and repressed when they meet me, and that suits me just fine. Why? It lets me get away with all kinds of shit. My name is Fowziyah Jabir and I'm a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. The story that I'm about to share with you involves one of the juiciest hookups I've had in recent times.
I recently graduated from the University of Calgary with a bachelor's degree in computer science. I'm not sure whether to go for my Masters right away or try to find work with my B.A. These days, I work as a cataloger for the public library, working the nine to five for seventeen dollars per hour. It's not a bad job but I feel like I should be doing much more, you know? I mean, I didn't put myself through four years of school at a university full of rednecks just to end up working at the library for the rest of my days. I can do more. I will do more. I believe in myself.
While on break at work, I ran into one of the handsomest men I'd seen in a long time. Guillaume Pierre, a tall and muscular, ruggedly handsome black guy. Clad in a red silk shirt, dark blue silk pants and Timberland shoes, he had Haitian written all over him. I grew up among a lot of people from the Caribbean in Alberta, Haitians included, and I always found Haitian men very appealing. It's too bad that most of them are staunch Catholics and would never mess with a Muslim gal like me. I approached Guillaume Pierre, and introduced myself. The dude works at the print and copy center next to the library and came to use the computers during his lunch break. He's a student at Mount Royal University, studying chemistry. How cool is that?
See? That's why I like guys from the Caribbean. When they come to Canada, they go to school because they want a better future for themselves and their families. A lot of the young Somali men in Alberta would rather go for easy cash working in the oil sands than go to college or university. That's why a lot of educated Somali sisters are single. We want to marry educated Somali brothers, the type of men who will step up to the plate and be worthy husbands and fathers, good heads of household. Unfortunately, they don't want the job, and that leaves us Somali sisters frustrated. Lately, I've seen Somali girls walking around malls, restaurants and other public venues in metropolitan Calgary and Edmonton with guys from other communities. Somali guys need to watch out. If they're not careful, all the pretty Somali girls with college or university degrees are going to end up marrying outside.
