Hopscotch To Abuja

Abuja night lifeMost people I meet are through Instagram, so I can’t quite relate when people mention meeting people on grindr, manjam, and the like. I am Instagram addict, and that is because I’m a selfie addict. I take pictures like every time and everywhere. And on this particular day, I’d posted a picture of me shirtless and pouting on Instagram. Fifteen minutes later, a notification popped up. A comment against the picture post – ‘You are so cute, where are you?’ I checked out the commenter’s page, and saw that he was not a bad-looking dude. So I replied and told him to DM me instead of commenting on the picture. He did and subsequently asked for my BBM pin. We started getting acquainted on BBM, but he was the one asking all the questions in getting to know me. He didn’t give much detail about himself, only that he worked with the presidency and lived in Abuja. (Let’s call him Fola)

A few weeks later, I was on a short break from school. I am always happy whenever I have to be back in Lagos, because I get to have fun, go on dates, hang out with friends, and try new foods (Yea, I’m a foodie). It was a week to the end of my break when Fola pinged me, asking if I could come to Abuja. I promptly told him to book a flight for me, and I would be there. He agreed and said he’d send me my flight details by the weekend. Now, because of this potential face-to-face meet, I had to verify the dude’s market. So I showed his picture around to my friends, wanting to know if any one of them knew him. Nobody knew him. I was unsettled. I really wanted to go on the trip, but I couldn’t help the questions that nagged my mind, like, ‘What if this was a setup, or a ritual thingy? Or perhaps, he was into organizing lays for politicians…’

Questions, questions…

Then, Fola pinged. He wanted to have the details of my passport so he could book the flight. Without replying him, I sat there, pondering the situation, until I slept off. I woke up the next morning and sent him the details he’d asked for the previous night, this after he began to exhibit a temper at me, talking about how he was not sure about me and all. He told me I shouldn’t bother with the trip to Abuja, that he’d be in Lagos in a couple of days, that we’d see then. Feeling relieved, I readily agreed. But that didn’t work out, because he messaged me on the day of his arrival to say he couldn’t make it anymore, and that we’d have to meet some other time.

I wasn’t happy, but there was nothing to be done about it. My break was up and it was time to go back to school. My school is a private Christian university, and life as a gay guy there can be quite stifling. Soon after getting back to school, I settled into life as a student and forgot about Fola. It seemed he forgot about me too, because he never called or texted. He simply remained in my contact list, dormant.

Three weeks after the break ended, the test period was upon us. I never read for tests. In the last week of the test period, out of the blue, Fola pinged me and asked if I could come within the week. I told him I could try. This time, I didn’t feel any anxiety, I was just excited. And so, I gave him my passport details without even checking my test timetable. I had no exeat to leave school, but I figured I’d lie to get one, make up something about a dead grandfather or an urgent visa interview.

Fola sent me my flight details. I was scheduled to leave Lagos on Thursday evening. He asked me again if I could make it, and I said yes. I was packing my bag on Thursday morning when a friend of mine walked into the room. He saw what I was doing and asked if I was leaving school. I said yes, adding that I was going for an interview in Abuja. I had to lie to him because he asks too many questions; plus he is straight. He said if I intended to leave that day, then I would miss Mr. Onabanjo’s test. I groaned when I heard that. Shit! That frigging timetable I hadn’t checked! And Mr. Onabanjo was a lecturer that derives pleasure from bringing students back to take his course over and over again. I stopped packing and went through my flight details once again. The flight was for 6pm and my test was for 4 – 6pm. There was no way I could make it. So I picked up my phone and texted Fola.

I texted that I couldn’t make it that day after all, but the pings wouldn’t deliver. And I didn’t have his number. Different thoughts raced through my mind as to what to do, like going to the clinic to get an excuse duty, so I could write the test another time, or simply missing the test and doing my best in the exams.

Then, my pings delivered, and Fola replied, saying I should just forget about it then. He was expectedly pissed. I tried explaining my predicament to him, and he was like, “Is it not just a test?” I told him I could not miss my test, and he eventually conceded to rescheduling the ticket to the following day. I was relieved by that.

So, I had my test on Thursday, and I planned to collect exeat for my departure on Friday morning. When I got to the Student Affairs office around 8am, it was to meet a queue that was too long and an absent Student Affairs officer. My flight had been rescheduled to 6pm that evening, so I wasn’t too worried. I went to the dean’s office and he wasn’t around either. I started getting worried. I went back to the Student Affairs office and joined the queue. The officer showed up three hours later, and announced that he would not be giving anybody exeat today. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, like I’d being shot. Everyone around began dispersing and murmuring unhappily.

Undeterred, I left the queue and followed after the man. I reeled out a story about my grandfather being dead, and that as his only grandchild, I had to be at his funeral. The man asked me for his obituary or an invitation card. I said I didn’t have any. (Hello? I was family; I didn’t need to have an invitation card with me). The man then said he had to talk to my father or someone in the family for verification.

At first I was frantic with worry over how to overcome this hurdle. Then I remembered my roommate, a guy who had a very grownup voice, and I texted him to call the Student Affairs officer and play the role of my uncle. He did and did such a convincing job over the phone call, that the man believed him and instructed his secretary to give me an exeat. I looked at the time and it was almost 12pm. The drive from my school to Lagos was a four-hour drive, when you throw in the traffic situation.

I got to my room, finished packing, and practically fled from school and to the park. I boarded a bus, and we were only three passengers in it. By then, I was really, really worried that I was going to miss the flight. I’d gotten so worried that I even began to help the driver holler for passengers.

We eventually set off for Lagos by 12: 45pm. Anxious to be certain how long I was going to be in that bus, fidgeting over my flight, I asked the lady sitting next to me how long the journey to Lagos would be. She said like five hours. I took my earphones out and tried to focus on my Sam Smith playlist. I think someone called out to the driver about having a job he had to get to in Lagos, and his urgency made the driver to increase his speeding. I was happy at this, but some of the other passengers kept complaining their discomfort over his speeding. The driver didn’t pay them any attention, and we eventually got to Lagos around 3: 40pm. I still had enough time, so I went to an eatery to have lunch and change my shirt. I got to the airport by 5: 45 to find that the flight had been rescheduled to 6:30.

We soon got on board and I was seated next to a man who didn’t stop checking stocks on his phone. They did the whole flight sign stuff, and then we were ready to fly. Then the pilot said there was going to be delay because the president was about to land. I’d already texted Fola to be on his way to the airport. An hour later, the president landed and still, we couldn’t fly. Fola texted me and said he was at the airport, and I replied that my plane is still in Lagos. After waiting for almost an hour, he got pissed and texted that he was going back home. We were eventually able to fly after about two hours and thirty minutes, finally getting to Abuja around 10 pm. Fola had texted me a cab man’s number he had sent to pick me up. I got out of the airport and called the number. The man showed up after ten minutes and in a short while, I was on my way to Fola’s place. I called my best friend who lived in Abuja, and we talked throughout the journey into the city.

When we got into the city, the cab man called Fola and began telling him that he had picked me up and that we were almost at his area. I listened avidly to the conversation, taking note of my location and texting the co-ordinates (lol) to my friend, in case I was being kidnapped. Lol.

I got to Fola’s place around 11pm. He turned out to be the real deal. Not a pimp or a kidnapper. We shook hands and he prepared dinner. We watched TV, and then it was time to sleep. I was exhausted by the hassles of the day, but I still wanted to get it on with him. I was expecting kisses and smooching, an extended make-out session that would lead to an intense fuck. I was mistaken. He simply pushed me to the bed, yanked off my clothes, and proceeded to simply fuck me. No making out, no smooching, just straight up Christian Grey, without the whips and the spanking. The sex was rough and selfish. I’d never being fucked like that, and it hurt. When he was done, he shoved off from me to his side of the bed and promptly went to sleep. He wasn’t even into cuddling.

The next morning, he asked if I had any plans for the day. I said no. I was supposed to meet my bestie, but he was busy planning a wedding. Fola asked me later if I wanted to go to the mall; he had visitors (the heterosexual kind, I gathered) coming over, and it seemed to me as though he wanted to get me out of the house. I said sure, that I would love to go to the mall. Soon, I was dressed and ready to leave. He gave me his ATM card and his pin, in case I wanted to buy stuff at the mall. I could not believe it. His ATM card and pin – who did that?!

When I texted my friends who knew about my trip about him giving me his ATM details, they were like, ‘Bade, run away!’ and ‘Shop till the card declines!’ I laughed at their virtual theatrics. Anyway, I got to the mall and all I bought with the card was a milkshake. Then I met up with an old friend. We hung out, had lunch at Chopstix, and he invited me to a party, an invitation I had to decline, because it was time to be getting on back to Fola’s place.

Back at Fola’s place, it was to find that his visitors were still around. I greeted them all and made straight to bed. I was sleeping when Fola came on top of me and started with his Christian Grey routine again; this time, there was spanking.

Later that night, I called my bestie to be around at Fola’s place, so we could hang out before I had to leave Abuja. The next morning, Sunday, he came over, and he and Fola conversed while I packed. Then it was time to leave. Fola transferred some money into my account and we shook hands again. At that time, it all felt quite business-like.

Then my bestie and I left to have breakfast and to gab about Fola and how he treated me well. I still had so much time before leaving for the airport, so I called one of my ‘stalkers’ – David. I call him that because he was desperately ‘in love’ with me. The feeling wasn’t mutual. He came to pick us up at Chopstix and asked what I came to do in Abuja. I told him I came to see a family friend. We went to have drinks, and then he started his usual spiel of how much he loved me, blah, blah. He tried to urge me to stay behind in Abuja one more day, so we could spend some time together. I told him I had to be back in school that day as my exeat expires on Sunday evening. It wasn’t as though David wasn’t attractive; what put me off committing to him was the issue of his sex role. He is Bottom (from what I’d gathered), but insists on being Top to me. I had no interest in that sort of messy bedmatics, so I simply strived to keep our acquaintanceship platonic.

After drinks, we started on a little tour, and all through the drive, he wouldn’t stop talking about how he loved me and how I didn’t care enough for him. The presence of my bestie didn’t deter his love confessions. He was being so dramatic. And because I didn’t want him to feel so neglected as to drop us in the middle of the road, I made all the right noises to placate him. Eventually, we left for the airport and we got there early. I checked in and returned to his car. He asked for a kiss. I wasn’t ready for another drama, so I conceded enough for us to find some secluded spot for me to kiss him.

Then it was time to go. I hugged my bestie, blew a kiss at David, and left to board my flight out of Abuja and back home.

Written by Bade

104 thoughts on “Hopscotch To Abuja

  1. Being BTM claiming Top,Hick stick to what work for you, Love kee ?Dat not my Language.”My Build my Reputation On my Ass. Bade Love such Bussiness.

  2. I am trying not to be nasty but PP what is the point of this article Abi story? I am really wondering why I am reading this. It doesnt teach anything neither does it entertain nor enlighten.

    What purpose did it serve?

  3. I think the only thing that got me raising my brows was the rough sex a.ka. Pushing in d bed nd climbing on me, without foreplay! I kinda hate that!

    Who doesn’t do foreplay? Seriously?!
    Maybe Dennis…… A quickie in a dimly lit koro(alley) may be an excuse but in the bedroom? Babes, we r doing everything in d book! Everything! *snaps fingers*

    Give it to me rough like a whore nd without foreplay nd I drop u like Akara di oku(Hot akara)!

    Ppl get mind shaa. Abj to Lag 4 sex only? D thought alone……… *shudders*

  4. How do you guys do that? Hookups and FWB scare me!!! I sometimes wish I had the guts to do that but I’d rather be on my lane.

  5. Dude! I dont know how u guys do it! But I don’t ve enough balls to carry on when there is a hitch. I tell my self that heavenly beings are giving me a sign that all is not well (yeah! Am that paranoid). Lagos to abuja 4 for just a bangbang? For a lukewarm sex? Mba! So te you come de shadow for driver? The thirst is real (I laff). Bade nice read, guy! U get mind!

    • Dude, not safe at all! Am positive I graduated from the same uni as you many years ago. Those words are too familiar…student services, exeat, phew! You gotta be careful boy! Am not judging you but that was a lotta risk!! Yes you’re young but some deeds and their consequences live with you forever! Great example is the Australians killed recently in Indonesia, they committed the offences in their early 20s when they were probably quite naive. Risk analysis is key! You got away with this one does not mean you will get away with another…

      • Me i thought they were drug peddlers? Are gay people now criminals? #AskingForTheSanityOfAllOfKD.

      • Yeah we gotta have fun.. Yay!!!
        And maybe get kitoed along the way yay!!!

        Mtchew.😠😠

      • You need to get off your high horse max. Every hook up has its potential risks.

        1. Fola contacted him via instagram. He was not some anonymous a/c in some dating site. He could be easily identified and reported in the case of a kito experience.
        2. He paid for his flight ticket and transport. Most kito situations are usually the other way round.
        2. He alerted his friend about his whereabouts.

        You are probably really upset that it turned out to be ‘runs’. This here is what DM’s friend was speaking of. Stop holding people accountable to ‘YOUR’ moral compass.

        @BADE dear, i think I know the university in question and can probably understand your need for the thrill of youth. Do be careful, play safe and feel free to share your stories.

  6. Bade nice story. Got a few chuckles from me. I sometimes wonder how I would survive in those secondary…sorry universities that demand permission to leave their gates. I would just keel over and die.

  7. Honey, you were paid for fuck. You were an unintentional hoe. But you wouldn’t expect less from that kind of man, he had to get his money’s worth.
    And here comes the issue of topping and bottoming again. Its like Pinky intentionally posted all the categorization stories today.
    You refused to date him because he’s a bottom who wants to top you(and you don’t think he’s man enough to top you), you don’t want that kind of mess.
    Smh for all of you narrow minded people.
    You refused love, but went ahead with a “super top” who disrespected you, just because he’s a strictly top who was man enough to top you..
    Double, triple and quadruple smh for you.
    And again, traveling far for sex, hmmm.
    Unu Di egwu.
    Its no wonder Kito stories pop up every now and then.

    • Max is on a roll today.

      Seems like a nerve was hit when this story was posted.

      You can’t reciprocate the love everyone has for you, same way those you love may not feel same way towards you. You just have to Pack your bags and move onto the next one. No hard feelings!

      • My only issue here is that, would Bade have met the guy if he told him to use his money to come and would reimburse him after coming? Or, if Fola had sent money for bus fare, would Bade still have gone?

      • I get your sentiments @Sinnex, my issue isn’t about the unreciprocated love(I have a lot of that in my life already), its about the reason for it.

    • Max, am in a private uni where i dont get the chance so when i get an opportunity i grab it ,and about my stalker, if am not interested in someone i tell them not deceive them or pretend to love them. Abt fola I guess he is one of those hook ups u regret it

    • Everyone is judgmental, every human being.
      You judge your so called tops for not being hung enough, or didn’t fuck you good enough, you judge others for not wanting to have frequent sex the way you do and also for being versatiles and don’t know what they want.
      The next time anyone wants to wave the “judgmental” flag, they should take a look at the mirror first.

  8. @bade l love your story,i’m actually blushing here*hand fanning my self*.But guy u get mind ooo…if I was the one I’ll get cold feet and run.

  9. Abuja, Abuja, Abuja…….hmmmmm I think the lord is trying to tell me something……..speak to me lord……………… @Bade nice story you have got but….. you took so much risk just for a shag??? Always be careful dear….. @pinkie… (in patience Jonathan’s voice) what is the use of this story????? And no foreplay during sex??? Dude u gotta be dreaming…. hello maxie….. hello DM (roll eyes from port Harcourt to Pakistan)

    • I guess someone is probably in PH again, can’t believe this crazy thirst for Dennis Macaulay’s special blend of cumshake still endures….. Ngwa DM oblige already na!!!!

  10. Bade nice story.
    Make una leave the bobo jaree…
    Life na risk.
    Even crossing the highway, something fit happen.
    He meet man, man fuck am..man ‘cola’ am small.. Finito.

  11. This was really interesting and a perfect read for a friday. I also attended a Christian private uni (,sure we didnt attend the same?), except I spent most of my uni days in the library or study groups or church. My whore wings only sprung after uni. The idea of meeting guys on instagram, isn’t it a tad suggestive? Especially since striaght folks ( even family) also have access to ur account

  12. Why’s everyone screaming about moral lesson in this story mbok? Are we in CRK or IRS class abeg?

    Sometimes a break from the braingasm on this blog is a good thing. Just relax and enjoy a good story, learn a lesson or two. As well as advice Bade to be extra careful. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt

    That said Bade you’re strong ooo, travelling for a hook up, I no fit mbok. The only time that can happen is on a second meet (after we’ve met on my own turf the first time)

    • Hahahahahaha JArch! you for wait nah!
      Its a matter of time before we get a man crush/candy post. When you see all the thirst traps in all their flaming glory, thats WHEN ask for the morals for such a post!

      KD ppl and their oversabinus genes.

      • Asin eh… I tire ooo… it’s as if we have gay republicans with a Ph.d in moral compass.

        Ironically it’s these same republicans that will be needing sprite and tea to quench the thirst on Man Crush days.

        Only a handful of people are allowed to wave that flag and I can count them with my left hand only.

    • You’re really gunning for it @Jarch, you really are.
      Someone pls find him a daddy to spank him and shut him up.

  13. Em…em….em Tiercel that excuse is logical though. The bill was signed yet i hvnt seen it active. The atmosphere is still the same like when the bill wasnt into law sha. D only tin d bill did ws to create more awareness about gay, which i like though. Many ppl nw use d ‘gay’ more frequently now. It is common to hear, ‘Guy stop hitting me nah, u be gay?’ ‘Guy cover ur nyash nah, u be gay?’ ‘Tosin na guys’ guy ni’ ‘Abeg ah no dey do girls oo’ in my hostel, unlike before when it ws a taboo to even mention the word ‘Homosexual’. If they continue to frequent the word gay, soon the taboo-ness will equally fade from their heart when they see any gay.

    • I get your point,it’s mine too especially to those that kvetch about the law.Still,I was angry then that none stood to be counted on the side of freedom of choice and what is right,no matter how distasteful it might look to the crowd

      • My Dear, this is Nigeria. Maybe they really tried but they just hv to lie low before the law, after being signed into law, gets them behind bars first. It is always good to live so we can fight another day

      • @Tiierce de Claron, am trying to understand your statement; who were you expecting to stood up
        to be counted on the side of freedom? and you said ‘kvetch’ or you meant sketch? pls break down
        your the whole statement for me please so that i can respond accordingly, thanks.

      • Claron, “kvetch”, really??
        I have several things I wanna say to you, but lemme sheathe my claws and take the high road, but keep towing this line of thought and you’ll get what’s coming to you.

      • I’m quaking in my boots,Maxine.
        Bare them claws,I say.You won’t know what hit you,I promise.Need I read you the Tomorrow,Tomorrow speech from Shakespeare’s Macbeth to see them claws bared?
        @Chris,kvetch is Yiddish for complaining/whining persistently,oftentimes needlessly.That’s what most gays do as concern this law.It now looks as if all the evils that ever befell gay Nigerians led up to or are as a result of this law,which is not so.The law is even unimplementable excepting the clause barring marriage.All others just run afoul of several provisions of the Constitution.
        As to standing for freedom,there are gays,some of whom I know,who could have stopped or at least role back some provisions of that law by subtly bringing their influence to bear,yet they did nothing.

      • Thanks Tiercel de Claron, i see clearly now, i see your point. I said it sometimes ago on this blog,
        that the most voiceless protest came from the lgbtqi folks in Nigeria. It is easy to be ranting up here
        on KDiaries that is not yet nationally popular.. From what i have observed as you’ve said, it is business
        as usual in Nigeria. Gay/lesbian parties , sex parties/orgies are flourishing, How many Nigerian gay
        men wants to get married in Nigeria to start with anyway, they just want to live their normal lives, save same sex marriage.

        About the ‘referred to’ politicians mentioned, in our country Nigeria, people tend to use the yardstick guilty
        by association. Any individual or group of politicians that dare raise slight objection could be witchhunted
        and it could cost them their political career. There are also other factors that could make such politicians
        powerless, e.g religion and culture, family orientation, am sorry here, the stakes are too high, not in
        present Nigeria. There are tens of politicians, sports men and eomen, celebrities who has to go on the
        downlow for the same reasons stated above.

        If i was in a strategic position to do something subtly at the time the bill was passed, i wouldnt know if i could gather courage to do it.

  14. I don’t know if I have the strength to have to have stayed the whole weekend only for him to treat you like a prostitute. I would have gon HAM on his card. Stupid goat.

    • One would get treated the way one presents oneself

      (a) The Mr ‘Fola’ paid for fare.
      (b)Mr ‘Fola’ transferred money into Mr ‘Bade’s account.
      (c) Mr ‘Fola’ suggestively did not want Mr Bade around when he had
      visitors.
      (d) Mr ‘Fola’ didnt make love rather he just phuck the bedmate.

      This is an easy one to decipher for every reader here.Let me make this easier,
      but bear in mind it could happen to anyone and everyone, am not judging here,
      this is a discourse, we are all here to learn.. As Mr ‘Fola’ who would you treat like
      this:(a) lover (b) friend with advantge:) (c) a hoe/prostitute (d) 1 night stand
      or (e) a ride or die bro

      Discliamer: I emphasis, aint judging no one here, not Mr Bade, not Mr Fola.

    • I wouldnt “go HAM on his card”, you would be seen as kito, though he gave you the card,
      or you would be seen as a miscreant or an urchin. Anyhow, doing that would reflect on
      you negatively and need i say that, it is a small world these days, from Lagos to New York
      to London.

  15. And you were ready to miss your test?talking about priorities,maybe you still young and furious lol,those who passed through state schools know test is the only way you break into the jungle of As if you the CGPA obsessed type.Not judging tho had a friend who bursted exams for runs in abuja,that was the fate to his graduation even after 2 years of spill it never worked out and the aristo?doing so fine and even a 1st class graduate and a university professor,so place your priorities right especially for the teens here,life exceeds glitters and glamour u get at the expense of your future!and this ends the sermon for today*pulls bra*sighs!

    • Gbam. That doesn’t means the runs boys in FUTO don’t still do their thing. I don’t know anyother school where people are more GP conscious. Just asK pINKY.

  16. Exeats? Student Affairs? The begging, lies and fake stories to leave campus? LOL! Can only be one place…

    The runs-struggle of a homosexual “Eagle” student. Been there before.

    An interesting read nonetheless!

  17. Haba now,you shouldn’t have used Eagle.We here can use our tongues to count our teeth,but there are other readers too,some who may not mean well

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