Audio Recording of Older African American Man

I need a very short (approx. 20-30 seconds) audio recording done by an older african american man, or at least a voice actor that is capable of sounding like one. I am writing a book that will have a load of extra content. Much of this content is in the form of audio recordings made by the citizens of the fictional city in the book. This is what I need done. It would be done in the style of an average joe dictating his thoughts to a machine in his living room or office. This would be much like the voice recordings found in games like Bioshock. I have listed the two scripts of the dictations I need done by a character named Hubert Perkins. Please send me a preview of your performance via a private message to be considered for the job. You do not have to record the whole script for the preview, but just a sentence or two will suffice. Note: The fictional city is called Prolepsis, pronounced (Pro-lep-sis). Dictation One: “Oh the humanity. I’ve been having these flashes long enough to know that I cannot change what I see. I see myself dropping a book on my foot and I will undoubtedly drop a book on my foot. If I see myself being a fool in front of a cute dame, I will eventually do the very to embarrass myself that I foresaw. It does not matter how hard I try. It’s written in stone. No matter how cold that stone is. Imagine my horror when I saw what is sure to be a tragedy for the rest of the world’s history books. An enormous Zeppelin called the Hindenbirg is going to explode, killing its passengers. Based on the name, I’m assuming that it is a German airship. It’s a shame, but there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. It is going to happen. I did manage to use the information to do some good at home. All Prolepsian zeppelins now use helium. Hydrogen is just too risky. - Hubert Perkins, April 15, 1932 Dictation Two: “I decided to test Johnson’s little theory of why people like me gotta see the future. He’s been going on and on about how it’s a reward for our focus on moving forward… that and the fact that we literally cannot remember anything or anyone around before we were born. I got a job at the Pischaries as a merchant. That’s the only legal way to contact the outside. We make routine trips to California. Boy they love Prolepsis there. Grin real big to your face and bust a gut the second you turn your back. Anyway, I got me a U.S. history lesson from some Joe at a bar one night. God knows I can’t remember what he taught me now. They wipe you clean of that stuff as soon as you dock back in Prolepsis. That’s not the point though. The morning after my lesson, with all my knowledge of the past in tact, I had another flash. Turns out that being virtuous enough to abstain from the past has nothing to do with it. Whatever is messed up in our heads is because of that induction procedure we all had to go through. Nothing else. - Hubert Perkins, April 15, 1932