It was sometime towards the end of May, 2013. My birthday was a few days away. I was home, done with school, awaiting the next stage of my life with the commencement of my NYSC posting, and thoroughly bored.
I decided to reactivate my manjam account, just to see what was going in there. I’d been off the site for quite some time, because of the horrid stories I’d heard about dubious characters who set up gay guys who are essentially good people merely looking for hook-ups.
Hello, Sam here, would love to be your friend.
The message dropped in a few minutes after I reactivated my account. As was my routine, I went through his profile. He seemed like a cool guy, from the stuff he wrote about himself on his profile. You know, in manjam, unlike Badoo (where there are full-faced photos), you rely more on the profile write-up and provocative profile pictures to access a potential hook-up’s desirability. So I responded. And we exchanged numbers after a brief chat there on the dating site. We started talking over the phone; he said he wasn’t on BBM. He called frequently, and we had lengthy conversations during these calls. And he never once urged me to visit him. My birthday came and passed, and he called to wish me well. He was actually very sweet over the phone. Continue reading
By Patrick McAleenan, originally published on The Telegraph
Anything else they’d like us to take responsibility for? Famine in Africa? Unemployment statistics? Binge drinking in Magaluf?
Being gay can often feel like the world is against you, and yet again the planet’s HIV epidemic is being firmly placed on our shoulders. I’m talking about the news that the World Health Organisation has announced for the first time that men who have sex with men should take antiretroviral drugs, in a bid to try and contain the growing rates of HIV in gay communities around the world. That’s all men who have sex with men. No mention of men who have sex with women. Are they all suddenly having safe sex? Continue reading
D: Who is this please?
UNKNOWN: Fake boy like you,
D: Well, that’s an improvement. I was beginning to think your vocabulary was limited to just two words.
UNKNOWN: Idiot! Faggot like you! Who da hell do you think you are?
D: Someone who has gotten sick and tired of your pestering, that’s who. Now kindly do us both a favour and get a life.
UNKNOWN: It’s your asshole that is sick and tired. Disgusting faggot! Lousy idiot!
D: It says a lot about me that I don’t even have your number stored in my phone. To me, you’re a nonentity. Thank God for Whatsapp’s block button, because after this response, I’ll be blocking you. So don’t bother sending me any more of these childish messages.
D: Get. A. Life!
I sat in the hallway that adjoined the conference room inside where moments ago, I’d sat with Mrs. Oguzie, Estelle and Dotun for a preliminary grilling session, during which my superiors shed light on the issue surrounding the complaint filed against me. Continue reading
LOL! It’s really quite hilarious, these YouTube videos a friend brought to my knowledge a couple of days ago. I haven’t been able to stop laughing each time I watch it. First the American gay men threatened that unless all of America supports gay marriage, they’d marry their women. And they’d make better husbands than the straight men. Then the lesbians made the same threat, speaking of how they’d make better wives than the straight women. The videos are not so recent, I know, and they are quite funny, check on them below. Continue reading
The ‘Bad Neighbours’ actor has topped heat magazine’s annual poll, knocking last year’s winner, Olympic diver Tom Daley, off the top spot and into second place, while retired soccer star David Beckham retained third place.
The magazine’s editor-in-chief Lucie Cave said website users ”voted in their thousands and selected Zac Efron as the hottest man alive”, explaining he secured top spot in the 101 Hottest Hunks list thanks to his topless appearance in ‘Bad Neighbours’ and having his shirt ripped off by Rita Ora at the MTV Movie Awards. Continue reading
I parked and climbed out of the car with a sigh. I’m not sure I can ever get used to this crazy Lagos traffic, especially around rush hour. I like the vibe and energy of the city as well as the fact that there is always something going on somewhere to catch my fancy, never mind that it often took a huge battle with traffic to get to most places. I am eager for this six-month training to be over so I can return to the relative calm and peace of Abuja. I miss the fact that I could lie in bed till 7.30 or even 8am, wake up, shower and dash to the office in time for the official 9am resumption of work. Here in Lagos, if I dare to leave the house anytime after 7.15, I am guaranteed to spend at least two hours sitting in snarled traffic. This usually means waking up shortly after 5am!
I walked into the bar where Jide was waiting; he smiled when he saw me. He has such a cute smile. He has large white teeth which makes him look even more handsome whenever he smiles. We shook hands and I sat down. We were soon engrossed in deep conversation over drinks. Continue reading
This is a very fantastic, university story that happened to my good friend, Lanre Swagg; I won’t mention the university where it happened; he asked me not to, I suppose, because someone might connect the dots and figure out his identity. Read. It truly is fantastic. And grotesque too. Read and let us know your thoughts.
That night, I had wanted to tell Sisi not to come because I wanted to sleep. But exams were close and she was nervous. We were the only two that offered PSY 204 in the faculty and she liked us to study together.
It was around 10 pm. She came with her boyfriend. I could never understand why he wouldn’t let her be. Didn’t he know we wanted to study? Or he thought I wanted to fuck his girlfriend. Tsk, tsk.
Anyway he was cute, a fair-skinned hunk with a permanent VPL in his jeans. No wonder my friend wouldn’t let him be either. I’d always had secret ideas about what I could do to him someday…lol.
Two hours of study later, I announced that I was tired and would be calling it a day. Not that the two of them would let me enjoy my much needed rest. They went at it all night like rabbits. My poor bed which I had sacrificed for them creaked until I feared the springs would give way.
That was when I heard the other sound, the loud rat-tat-tat on my door. My house was very far from the campus centre, so I wondered who could be visiting at past midnight. The knock sounded again, this time more aggressively, and it was followed by a dull husky voice: “Open Up!” Continue reading