Suite 419

kd suite 47Suite 419 was where everything happened; the meeting, the loving, and the breakup. The first time Kene met Chiboy and Peter, he fell immediately for Peter. That night, the moon did not shine because a great cloud covered the sky. A cool breeze blew that night, plastered Kene’s face with water. By the time he got to Timber Avenue, the breeze had turned into a gale, tossing everything in its path. Kene ran into a compound and called his cousin, Val. “Where are you?” Kene asked. “I have the books.”

“Just stay put,” Val said. “I’ll send someone with an umbrella.”

That person was Chiboy: tall, slim, with a delicate fair-skinned, red-lipped handsomeness, like he would break if you touched him too hard. He shook hands with Kene and said “hey” with the deepest voice Kene had ever heard. They walked quickly, closely, sharing the umbrella. Kene did not say much; Chiboy did all the talking.

When they got into the house, the living room was dark. Power had been cut, and Kene could hear someone trying to put on the generator in the balcony. Two people were talking in the balcony. Kene could make out Val’s voice, rough and grainy. Chiboy helped Kene into a seat. Soon, the light came on, the living room awash in a white brilliance. Val came in, laughing at something the guy behind him had said. He smiled at Kene. “This guy na idiot,” he said. “And him get good name oh, Peter. Imagine!” Continue reading

UNFAITHFUL 2: BOYFRIEND

African-Amerian-man-thinkingGay 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.) Continue reading