I'd already been in the living room and kitchen so I moved on into the lounge room, a bay window overlooked the gardens, there was a huge fireplace wi...h heavy fire irons, the fire was laid and ready to be lit. A locked door in one wall caught my attention, it was a heavy door with a Yale lock and an older lever type lock, both were locked, I looked through the keyhole into what I took to be a study, I'll ask Jen why it is locked although it wouldn't surprise me that John was the cause.I had. All a White woman has to do is say a Black man did her wrong, and then he’s doomed. Sad but true. Not much has changed since the days of Emmett Till. I found myself confused and lonely in Ottawa. A young Black man stuck in a City where Black women hated Black men with a fiery passion and eagerly joined forces with White guys and Black men alone faced the racist system seemed hell-bent on keeping us down. Of course, other Black men seemed oblivious to this. They chased White women like their. Gori normal par figure yani qayamat aur tab to fitting ka faishoin tha.To uska figure ek dam nikhar aaya. Tab wo 24 ki thi mai 19 ka.Humari mulakat ek shadi mai hui.Aur shadi mai mera rang alag hota hai.Masti tang khchai ladkion ki tareef.Meri jyada tar settings shadi mai hi hui hai.To shilpa k pehle mere char panch encounter ho chuke the par wo bomb nikli.Usne mujhe wo sikhaya jo aaj tak fail nahi hua.To main ek shadi mai gaya tha aur wo ladki walo k taraf se thi aur main ladke walo k taraf se. Stepping out of the hall, I hear mums voice pipe up harshly “Where the hell have you been?” I’m not surprised by the lack of love in her voice. She says I ruined her figure and made my Dad leave us. I used to come back with a smart reply about how many calories there are in a 70cl bottle of Vodka, until I grew fed up of having to stay home from school to allow my bruises to fade away. I sigh inwardly and rattle the bottles together as I step towards the settee, two hunched forms are curled up.