This is a story that doubles as a community service – my contribution to making the gay world safer and a better place, one gist at a time.
This kito story didn’t happen to me. It happened to my friend in this great, big metropolis called Lagos. Let’s call this friend of mine Matthew. Matthew had just lost his job at an insurance firm not so long ago. That situation dumped him into hard times pretty fast. And he had to manage his body, soul and mind.
Some days ago, he was on his way to Trade Fair, in the direction of Okokomaiko. There was a friend he was going to meet to get some money from. For the trip, he’d eked out N1,000, one that had already cost him N300 to get to his destination. But unfortunately, this friend of his didn’t have any money to give to him. The trip was a bust, and he had nowhere else to go to but back home. Continue reading