Welcome to Canada. Black Canadians hate their own. Oh, we got problems in Black America but damn, ours pale in comparison to issues Black Canadians go... with each other. In Black America, we say that Black is beautiful and most of us still believe in Black Love. In Canada, Black Love is a joke. And Black Canadians wonder why they can’t be community leaders, political big-shots and corporate raiders. No one can rise alone. You need the help of others who share your beliefs and your struggle.. Pulling back to the office suite, I looked down at the older version of her. Part of me felt bad for Theodore. Someone had killed the only child he had raised. Having the full range of emotions to match the memories of raising her, a tear escaped me and fell on her face.Part of me, the part that felt responsible for what was going on and not having done something sooner, wanted to pull her back from death. The emotions of Theodore's memories agreed with the impulse. Something else, something. You’re one of my Prophets. You’re not me. Just as Marcy is one of my angels, but she isn’t me, either. Her main task is to attend to my chief Prophet, the Lawgiver, but she does side duties when she needs to hone her skills,” God laughed before Marcy and he vanished.We kept driving for what seemed like forever, though pounding Leah and the other ladies didn’t hurt my cause. The pregnancies didn’t bother me, either. Far from it, they were proof of each lady’s fertility, a very stimulating. " What?" she asked wonderingly and sweetly."Will you go to prom with me?"She smiled, and stopped, slipping her arms up around his neck, and kissing him softly on the lips. "Yes."Prom night.They had spent the whole day perfecting themselves. Facials, manicures, pedicures, and fresh hair cuts and blow dries by their respective stylists at Frederic Fekkai. They had all dressed at Emma's house, while their parents all drank martinis with Emma's parents in the living room, waiting to take pictures..