Last night as I walked home from Central London for once I stopped at the building I passed and see what companies they belong to. London is the home for virtually everything and much of it we pass everyday without even noticing. A building I had passed on numerous occasions was Alexandra McQueen's headquarters. Behind the desk was a security guard in an otherwise empty building. I smiled and waved at him. I can't imagine being a security guard is an exciting job. In fact, I think it is my worse nightmare, being up all night in a lifeless building. As I carried on walking down the street I thought about all of the bodyguards sitting across London guarding the best companies are countries have to offer and it dawned on me the common theme - a black man. It's true! Numerous nights as I walk through London Bridge, Bank, Moorgate and up to Old Street I pass a lonely black man sitting in a glass faced building. The city is full of them.
I suppose it is the same as bodyguards, there is a higher proportion of black men. Is it in the genes? Or just in our society's mind? Well, I'm not complaining and as I walk the streets of London at night I will continue to wave and smile. Who knows? One day I may even get in one of those amazing buildings.
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