Salima the Magnificent

When it came time to leave for the airport, I hoped that it would be Salima's van. I noticed that it was the same taxi company that Salima worked for and a black face was at the wheel. For a moment, I thought Salima had come back for me. My face fell as a young black man got out and placed my bag in the back. On the way to the airport, I decided to go against Salima's wishes one more time and I asked the driver:

"Do you know a woman driver by the name of Salima? She drove me in from the airport."

"Must have been another company that drove you in. We got lots of women drivers but I don't know of any Salima working for us."

So, she gave me a wrong name because she knew I wouldn't listen to her and would try to look her up. Not only was "Salima" smart, beautiful and great in bed but she displayed a real strength of character in her determination not to meet again. I often wonder what would have happened if she had allowed me to find her. Would I have ended up shot by a jealous husband or would I have brought her to Canada, divorced my wife, married my black beauty and lived happily ever after? Probably Salima was right and it would have been too complicated.

I wrote this story to tell the world what a remarkable woman I met in Chicago. My weekend with Salima was the happiest of my life.