JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 1)

Here’s another series from yet another Kito-Diaries-sian, James. It’s not fiction. It’s a Dear Diary sort of write-up, one that will afford us glimpses into the life of a brother. Here’s the debut episode. Read and enjoy.

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April 9

Love. . .

That word gives me different reactions. Sometimes it’s a “blergh!” Other times, it’s a “sigh”.

I have been in love. It hurt. But it also felt good. I couldn’t differentiate the two feelings. I felt them both intensely. And I didn’t bother to separate them either, because human love is an imperfect thing. You just enjoy and suffer whatever it gives you.

Maybe saying I was in love is a bit wrong. I still love, but it’s buried now. It had to be. For my good, for my sanity. I try not to think about then, when I felt everything would be alright as long as I had my love. Him. John. Sure, I got hurt so many times but I always got over it. I would rant and cry and be depressed but I would still look up ahead because I felt I could pull through anything as long as the other person was with me. Too bad they didn’t think the same.

12 BANGS A SLAVE

He was a strapping young lad, sixteen years old. He worked in our house, not very smart looking. Just a kid with freckles doing manual things. He wore linen shorts most of the time, and behaved like all sixteen year old house boys.

Then I began to notice that this tiny boy had a big penis. Height wise, he was probably five feet. Dick wise, he was Texas. No, all fifty-one states and then some.

He would be sitting around and he would have spontaneous erections. And to make it worse, he seemed totally oblivious. I was inflamed with lust and curiosity at the wonder of that massive bulge on such a tiny person . . . So, I watched for days . . . Until my opportunity came.

THAT ROMANCE THAT ENDED TOO SOON

It all started from my Facebook Catfish Account, you know, that Facebook account that belongs to you but bears a false identity and all your sexy, slutty pictures through which you flirt uninhibited with all the brothers out there without fear of being outed.

He had been there on my friend list, and we never paid any attention to each other. Then one fateful day, the 12th of September 2012, I spontaneously said ‘Hi’ and he responded. We got to chatting and the spark and chemistry flowing between us on the very first day was what you will describe as Virtual Love at First Sight. We soon began chatting like we had known each other for years. He told me all about him and I told him all about me. And he was gorgeous – twenty-three, kinda tall, dark, muscular, with broad shoulders, a perfect set of white teeth, luscious lips, and very kind eyes. I melted as I rummaged through his Facebook pictures.

This was the perfect man for me, I thought to myself.

What They Are Now Saying About US, Nigeria And The Anti-Gay Law

The picture below is a screen-grab of a friend’s phone chat. And the opinion expressed there was by an acquaintance of his. Read and let us know what you think.

LOVE AND SEX IN THE CITY (Episode 2)

Previously on Love And Sex In The City: Introducing Declan in the city of Lagos, on the day that followed the introduction of the anti-gay bill by the Nigerian Senate. His sexcapade with a guy from a party, and his getting dumped by his older male lover, Benson. (Read HERE)

And now, on to today’s episode.

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“Who is Iyke and what do you mean he fucked you?”

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to watch my sister, Tonia pad into my room.

That winch! Doesn’t she ever knock?

“Don’t you ever knock?” I groused.

“And that answers my question how?” she sallied, plopping down on my bed.

“Up. Fucked me up, that’s what I said. The guy is my friend who disappointed me today.”

“Phew!” Tonia mimed swiping sweat from her forehead with her fingers. “I for fear. With all this talk about the senate passing an anti-gay bill, the last thing I need is to start worrying if my brother likes taking it up his ass.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

UNFAITHFUL 2: BOYFRIEND

Gay models

In my last Unfaithful article, I proposed a theory that maybe the reason most gay men find it difficult going mono is because we grew up without models of ourselves in the media and families around us. And I said that maybe if we’d been raised to see that gayness (like straightness) has a future beyond a few fucks here and there, most gays would slip on the responsibility garb quicker and easier and look to settle down. Even now, many homosexuals I know have hopes of eventually “quitting” (like it’s a career or habit) to get married to a woman. (Note that even in the US where there’s freedom, I still think many gay men alive grew up without these models; after all, the 1950s and 1980 – gay rights and AIDS respectively thingz – are still within living memory. Maybe in a 100 years, this situation will readjust.)

IN PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCE

Being gay is a very difficult life to live; it is extremely tough, which is why I find it funny when close-minded bigots refer to homosexuality as a conscious choice or a learned reflex that can also be “unlearned”! Such ignorance. Homophobia in Nigeria cuts across generations, but there is one way to punch homophobes in the face; becoming successful. Nothing annoys homophobes more than a successful “faggot” (pardon my language).

BUNKSIDE FRENZY (Episode 3)

After a 4 – hour drive, the last part of which was through bumpy rural roads, we arrived at the Marian Academy. It was a sprawling institution nestled in a backward, rural community surrounded by high walls and an imposing gate on which was inscribed “The Marian Academy For Boys (Est. 1954), Motto: Piety And Discipline.” I hated it at first sight and the thought that I would spend the next three months of the term studying here threatened to break me out in a new torrent of tears. I fought back the tears, climbed out of the car and went over to the waiting man while Isaac turned the car around and drove off.

“Hello, you must be Tobechi Eluwa, come with me, I am Father Eustacius, the Dean of Students Affairs.” He took me down to the Student Affairs office where I was stripped of my mufti and issued four sets of ugly uniforms, plates, cutlery, a bedside locker, cutlass and other boarding items.

He continued, “At the Marian Academy, discipline is very our major focus, next to prayer and piety…” As he talked, he led me to an overcrowded dormitory where I was assigned a bed with about fifty other students who stared at me curiously. I must have created quite an impression on them – the pampered soft looking city boy who had lived in a big house, and had servants and nice things.

My 10 Years Of Living With HIV

Bisi Alimi talks about his journey with HIV in this very compelling story published earlier on HuffingtonPost.com. Read.

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The morning I was diagnosed with HIV was like most others. I had just left my hotel and was heading for the International convention center to attend the Fourth National AIDS conference in Nigeria. It was May 2004, 10 years ago this month.

The day before, I had just given a presentation on HIV and men who have sex with men (MSM is the term to describe men who have sex with other men but do not identify as gay). I was sharing the stories of the friends I had lost to HIV. The most memorable was my best friend, Ibrahim.

Phyno Reacts To ThatGayPhoto Of Him And KCee

So the above picture is that of Phyno and KCee at the 2014 MTV MAMA Nominees party. From where I am sitting the picture looks like the two artistes are about to share a kiss; perhaps it is (lol), but perhaps it is nothing more than a bad camera angle.

And we live in the internet age, and so the picture has now gone viral leading to all sorts of assumptions.

And reacting to these assumptions, Phyno has addressed the issue on twitter. The rapper wrote in Igbo “Inooru uwa gi , ha release eru gi sextape” which means “you’re minding your business and then they release a sextape for you.” He also blamed the bad picture on the camera angle.

See the rest of his tweets after the jump.