It all started June fifth, 2011 when I first felt "its" presence. It was a wonderful feeling. I knew why "it" was here. It wanted what I had and I had... the intention to give it away. The next few weeks were normal. I would get up and feel "it" drift by. It was on November of that same year that I finally found out what "it" looked like. "It" started to form in front of me, which presented me with the fact that "it" was a he. He was well built. He pulled me closer to him. I could feel his warm. I saw a spotless fairy standing at my door.. the least I expected on a drowsy afternoon at around 2 pm. “Hi.. I am Bhavna”, said the angel, who had stepped down from heaven that day to brighten up my day. I replied saying “Hi”, not wanting to know who she was or why she was here, but wanting her inside at any cost. Bhavna was 22, but looked slightly mature because of her well developed assets. She was draped in a light blue cotton saree with a floral pattern, which was slightly transparent and. After a brief pause while the now topless girl stretched her arms then adjusted her little pile of clothing she proceeded to remove her mini-skirt. First she unzipped a little zip that ran down the left side of the material. Next this now topless girl very demurely put her hands in under the waist band of that white skirt and pushed it from off her hips then down past her knees to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt then folded that neatly too before placing it on top of her white bra and. Was inviting me to his new club, African Unity Center, and he and I became the founding executives. Jean-Bernard Guillot is a civil engineering student at Carleton University but honestly, the brother has a future as a civil rights lawyer or a human rights activist if you ask me. He’s quite passionate about fighting injustice, especially racism and discrimination. I’ve never met a Black Christian man who was so respectful of Islam or so passionate about African unity. What can I say? I was.