Dear KD: We Need A Solution to This Kito Story

blackmentalkingThe story is not one you aren’t familiar with. A recent acquaintance of mine in school was recently invited by a fellow who we all know is queer. When my acquaintance arrived at his place, about seven guys fell on him. They flogged him with a rod which gave him lots of bruises, and they took his Blackberry phone and ATM card, promptly emptying his account of the 32k in it, leaving only the ledger balance of 1k. Thankfully, he hadn’t gone on the visit with his other more expensive phone. He was videotaped naked and forced to confess to being gay, as well as naming other gay people in the school. He was asked to bring 180k before Friday otherwise the video will be released.

This all happened on Saturday night.

We need suggestions on how best to solve this problem, hopefully with whatever shred of dignity my friend has left intact.

Submitted by Anonymous

I Killed Them…What Is There?

A beautiful outside means nothing if there’s ugly on the inside.

I very recently got engaged in a social media chat with a fine-as-fuck dude on Twitter DM. His name is Stanley Iwezulu. Claims to be a soldier. Young-looking. Well-built. Did I mention he’s good looking? I definitely felt a buzz for him.

But I’m not reckless. So during our chat, I prodded and probed at him, trying to get a feel for his gay disposition, if any. And it wasn’t very long before I got to find out that he was anti-gay. Well, that killed my buzz.

But my curiosity to understand the dynamics of anti-gay individuals kept me on the chat. I wanted to know what his thoughts on the gay issue were. And if the chat was intelligent enough, it might even nudge at my literary creativity. But the chat we had was anything but intelligent. It was poisonous. It was shocking. It was chilling. And it showed me yet again that the ill-will borne against the Nigerian LGBT community isn’t by a faceless, nameless majority, but by real people. Citizens. Individuals. Next-door neighbours. Colleagues. Classroom seatmates.

Or, as is in this case, social media acquaintances. Check out the screengrabbed chat below. Continue reading

HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 11)

200019237-001I was about nineteen when we first met. His name is Sydney. I had just started my pre-degree program at the time in my current school. I was new to the place and wanted to meet new people. 2go Men’s Lounge was my next port of call. His username had something like ‘frenzy’ in it, and I remember thinking to myself, maybe we’d get to have frenzied sex if I liked him enough. We chatted a while, exchanged pics and then he called saying he’d like to meet. I was more than happy to oblige. I told him I was in class at the time and would see him on my way home. After lectures, I called him and got directions to where he wanted to meet and was glad that it was a public place – a guestroom-cum-whorehouse close to school. I got there and was having a drink when he came. We exchanged greetings. He sat down for a bit. There was a bit of a lull, that kind you get when two people who haven’t decided how to relate with each other meet for the first time.

Then, he stood up and said he forgot his keys and was going to get them. I was stunned. What a lame excuse. Forgot the keys where exactly, when he was just coming from his room? I was at the time quite chubby, and I understood that not everyone was into that. But heck, I had sent him a couple of pictures, and if he was not Blind Bartimeus, he should have been able to tell. I told curtly him to go and got up to leave too, I was really pissed. Later that night, I gave him a well-deserved piece of my mind for being such a time-waster. He deleted me from his contact list after that. Continue reading

We Are Still Very Far

2 KD farI wanted to share an entirely different story with you until a dramatic twist of events occurred recently.  It is just how awestruck I am at how far away we are in this fight for gay rights.

We were given diversity projects by our lecturer right here in the USA, where I am currently attending a youth seminar. The project was aimed at making everybody become aware of each other’s diverse cultures. When I was called out to speak, I started my PowerPoint slide showing the different cultures and traditions that exists in my traditional Igbo culture, including the ceremonial wine-carrying by the bride to her groom and how she has to kneel to present him the drink.

This is when the presentation took a huge jaw dropping twist. Continue reading

What They Say…

This is a Facebook update of someone who I have no idea about his sexuality. However, whether he’s gay, bi or straight, that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that he very boldly updated this, a statement that decries the unfairness of the treatment of the LGBT community. Read below and let us know what you think.

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Man+speaks+to+woman+‘They say gays are horrible. They say they should be lynched & their habitation rendered desolate. They wouldn’t bear to touch a gay, talk to gays, give a gay a helping hand. They treat them like lepers, and they are looked upon with such hate and venom not thought possible for anyone to possess. They call them ‘bloody gays’, ‘fucking homos’, ‘disgusting dykes’ and they treat them in a way less of a human. When a gay passes, they crumple up their noses, purse their lips in derision and whisper under their breaths, ‘fucking gay’. Continue reading

ALL MONSTERS ARE MEN

This is a work of fiction by a Kito-Diaries-ian, Tobi, who is fast becoming a regular writer for this blog. You may remember him from the controversial piece he did – The Hoe Issue. (Read HERE if you missed that). Here’s another shocking, raw write-up by him. Read and let us know your thoughts below.

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Loneliness-sad-man-hd-wallpaper-free-downloadThe church bells chimed for about an hour.

I honestly think it’s too much noise, not that I’m not religious or anything. It just baffles me that that cute 19 year old Chris can just stand up there, hitting that thing for almost an hour. I couldn’t bear it, I tell you. During mass, I sit next to my parents and my senior sister Vanessa from 9 to 11. When mass is over, we move to different sections. Although I’m 17 now, I prefer the adult section so I can see those guys in their tight pants going forward to collect their holy communion and trace the prints of their dicks against the fly of their trousers. Most times, I barely get up to receive mine because I’d be hard as ever on the chair. I always wondered how it would be for me, my first time that is, with someone I did care about. Cute, hot, slim. Too much body drama isn’t my thing. All I want is just to fall in love with the right guy.

I watched carefully as everyone stood up to get their holy communion.

Just then, some guy sat next to me. I barely noticed until he whispered close to my head, “Hey…” Continue reading

MY KITO STORY

Kito /kI:to/ –      noun: the forceful outing of a homosexual individual from the closet either involuntarily by his own hands or through the spiteful acts of others.

My name is…well, Pink Panther, and this is my kito story.

sad-black-manThis happened several years ago, a story that belongs to that distant past I would like to tuck away in that part of my mind reserved for things I don’t want to remember, but still want to nudge me into alertness should I find myself in similar circumstances. Continue reading