Author: obidi

I met Tombra at an outlet cafe. Let’s go to a nearby pizza hut, “I swear you will like it”. The shorts I wore was an old Jean that was ripped at one end, In Nigeria, they are male tailors who move with the head of a sewing machine, hitting a metallic scissors indicating their presence with every hit, they mend torn clothes, I had torn worn out Jean, I needed them.

I watch my mother scream and nag at me for disobeying a rule she so long protected, rules are regulations, law or maybe guidelines. A regulating principle, something that keeps you in order.

When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I wanted to get love or appreciation, maybe something to last a month or two, I took a book as a gift, maybe he will kiss me even more.

I met him at a friend’s party and we danced. Some weeks later I saw him at a suya spot, he paid for my meat. On Sunday he was sitting close to me in church, was he following me I pondered. He was tall, taller than boys his age, he was dark and kept a… Continue reading No Gentle Lover

It’s in sex we know God is real, it is never in the first skin we peel.

How will the world see me, how do I tell them I might be gay? All I ever wanted was to kiss your lips, to feel your breath on my skin, hot and silky while I touch your curves. Your lips are pink and supple, I wish I could kiss them: your perky nipples are… Continue reading Being Gay!

For a little knowledge here and there I signed up for a class online, I got out because the class was a clique, and everyone seemed to know the other person except me. I am a loner, and always will be. Every one of my contributions was swept under the rug, I asked myself if… Continue reading Chasing Empty

I submitted my resume to a white guy at a furniture house. I was looking for a salesperson’s position, I just left school and I needed the money. He called me later the next day. I thought I had gotten the job, but all he said was” I like your ass and eyes” if only… Continue reading White Penis

You should know I wasn’t created this way. I was loving and playful too. I never had a toy or a bicycle. But my friends and I played in a circle of four, sometimes five too.