I’ve got a crack on the screen of my Note 3…one long, slightly-curved crack scarring my precious phone. The funniest part is that I dreamt about something like that happening the night before it happened. I should have gone to meet a babalawo to provide protection for the phone.
I tried searching for phone insurance in Nigeria. We don’t have that…
School has resumed for a while now…
One of the perks of resumption is that I finally get my own place. It’s not shabby… nice tiled floors and my own kitchen and bathroom. I just wish I knew what exactly to do about making it look homey. It’s like the “creative home decorator” part of being gay was omitted from my genetic makeup. I’ll hardly use the kitchen too… I’m too lazy to cook.
I also get to be reunited with my guitar. I was squatting with my aunt for a while because I was under internship in my school’s farm for a few weeks and I needed a place to stay. I wasn’t eager on carrying my guitar along because I was worried I would break it (I’m a klutz like that). My fingers are a bit blistered but they’ll toughen up. I also tried a hand at writing a song, and I must say I’m pleased with the result. (pats self on back)
I often day dream about being a singer… hearing crowds roar my name and shii. In the bathroom, I don’t just sing. I perform and even end the whole thing with “Thank you, New York! You’ve been a wonderful audience!”
Then I get to meet all those cute handsome celebrities I see on TV and finally confirm rumors about some of them.
But other times, I like my quiet life. People not being all up in my business cause I’m a very private person. Also not sure how I would be able to deal with the haters but I’m getting some training now (mischievous grin)
I’ve been jamming Give Me Love from Ed Sheeran’s album… its positively fantastic if you’re into his kind of music. And he writes his own songs… and is besties with Taylor Swift. I’d have a crush on him if he didn’t remind me so often of a hobbit.
I also downloaded the soundtracks from Little Mermaid. I remembered that I liked them so much when I was younger and felt a bit nostalgic, so I decided to see if they still sounded as nice as I remember. They did. Lol… I’ll probably watch the movie again. I’m just a bit irritated with the whole “and they lived happily ever after” theme with Disney movies. Like I grew up and realised it was all a lie.
So some days ago I went to see a friend of mine. His name is Greg and we got to gisting and stuff about how we spent our vacations and how we hoed away (mostly him sha… He was in Lagos after all)
Then I remembered something I was meaning to ask him for a while.
Last session when I was enjoying a meal, I got a call from a friend of mine to come to his room. I obliged since there was nothing else I was doing. It was during my rough patch with John, so I wasn’t running to my room to do anything. I guessed he wanted us to shag and I was in the mood to say ‘No’ to him because I can be a prick tease like that sometimes.
I got to his room and knocked. He opened the door, and as I entered, my eyes fell on some guy perched at his reading table. The guy was light-skinned, too light skinned for my taste, and he had those permanent duck lips you see girls do when they want to take selfies. Overall he was not someone I’d want to fuck or be fucked by. I was inclined to make a hasty departure but I felt it might be a bit rude.
Pleasantries were exchanged and I was informed that the guy’s name was Tunde. He told me he was going to be attending the university when the new session opened and he had come from Lagos to Ibadan to do some registration stuff. We talked for a while, which was why my friend brought me around – to babysit while he was off doing some project assignments. Fuckable or not, I like to make friends, so I was nice and polite, and even showed him to my hall where we exchanged numbers and he left. Thereafter, we chatted a few times on Whatsapp, me just trying to be polite, you know.
Weeks passed and I went to say hi to Greg, and was scrolling through a conversation of his with some Bobby guy on his phone, and my name comes up. The Bobby guy is asking after me, and how I am, and when last Greg saw me.
“Greg! Who is this Bobby now, ehn? I told you not to mention me to anyone na!” I was pissed. It was around the period of the anti gay law brouhaha, and the fervent paranoia that was broiling around it had also gripped me.
Greg snatched the phone from me, saying how he had always told me to stop reading his conversations. Apparently, the Bobby guy was in the university and was claiming he knew me, but I didn’t know him. Lol, celebrity tinz.
Seriously though, I was uncomfortable with it. News travel fast in the TB community, but it is disturbing to have people know you when you don’t know them. And there I was thinking I was doing a good job of being under the radar.
I asked for a picture and when I was shown one, I exclaimed, “Is this not Tunde?” Same complexion, though it had been filtered to make him look tan, but he still had those duck lips.
Greg told me he knew the guy as Bobby not Tunde, and that I must be mistaken because Bobby was already a student of the university. I wanted to ask questions, questions directed at the Bobby guy, but Greg begged me not to, since I supposedly wasn’t supposed to know that the Bobby guy knew me. And Greg was interested in dating Bobby, so I decided not to spoil a brother’s runz. Still I could smell the drama from miles away and it would be best to avoid it.
Weeks passed, and the holidays came, and I did my internship and school resumed. Tunde beeped me to tell me he was in school. Good for him. But then, I remembered that he could also be Bobby, and have been telling me lies all this time.
So what I remembered to ask Greg was if he had any new info.
He did. They finally met, and Tunde turned out to be Bobby. Shocker, that one, right? I asked Greg if he knew Tunde-Bobby’s motives for lying, and Greg said he didn’t know. Then he clapped his hands and said, “I have gist for you. But you must promise to never act on what I’m going to tell you.”
“That Bobby or Tunde or whatever is name is has been saying he’s been shagging you.”
Lol. I was just surprised and a lot irritated. I wouldn’t touch the guy unless money was involved – and a huge sum it must be (I can be bought… sue me).
Till now, I don’t know his motives for that lie. I just don’t get it. I’m not very clear, but Greg tried to explain it to me, and it was full of drama and boyfriend issues and stuff, and I didn’t want to be dragged into it. I’m also really, really mad at the Tunde-Bobby. This is what I get for being nice? What if the boyfriend is jealous and is friends with an army commander who sends boys to beat me up so that I will leave his property alone, hmm?
What is it with these lies sef? Too much drama. Too many stories flying around. Too many people talking. Ayayayayai!
That’s how I found out from one of my exes that the ex of the first person I had sex with said his ex said we dated before. (Does that even make sense?)
Sure, the guy asked me out hours after we were done and I refused politely. Then he pestered me, and I became harsh, and he started to cyber-stalk me until I had to open a new Facebook account. Seems as though he wanted a relationship with me so bad he started to make one up in his head. Lol.
I feel I should be a bit flattered. But I’m not. Maybe if these people were heartbreakingly good looking or celebrities or something really substantial (is that too much to ask?), I wouldn’t mind. I’d probably even try and make their dreams come true… lol.
Well… that’s about that.
So many more stuff happened this week, but I’ll put a stopper on this entry, until when next I get the writer’s bug. Maybe tomorrow, who knows. . .
Written by James