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What It Means to be A Nigerian Homoromantic Bisexual Who is Introverted, Doesn’t Like Anal Sex and Doesn’t Drink

To be me is to constantly carry around a lot of baggage. And that’s unfortunate, because even me doesn’t want to be me. From a young age, I’d always known

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DAMAGED (Part 2)

Previously on DAMAGED… * My first week in the hostel was nice. All my classmates were nice to me. They visited my room often to see me. The ones that

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DAMAGED

I was born in Lagos, to a very uptight, churchy, disciplinarian family. I was born when my father had access to a lot of money and my mother kept going

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A Tiny Glimmer Of Hope

It was profoundly tough for me to write this, but I guess this is the only way I can find some release. My parents got divorced when I was just

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THE KEKE DRIVER

It was a Friday evening. After work. I was at the junction, looking to get on a keke headed to my area. In that exhausted state of mind, there was

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How To Be ‘A Gay’ In Nigeria

‘A Gay’ in Nigeria is a peculiar creature. He is hated and despised because a foreign religion told us to hate him. He is mocked, beaten and sometimes killed because

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The Way Nigerians Are Coming Out In 2019

“I have also been coming out to friends – except in their case, I don’t treat it like a big deal. There’s no ghen-ghen moment, no announcement, no “I have

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THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN WHEN YOU ARE OUT TO YOUR FAMILY

The things that happen when you are out to your family. You forget to hide. You forget how to be conscious of the things you’d ordinarily shield from the notice

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HE LOVES ME. HE LOVES ME NOT

I call him Papi because he is super light-skinned, and he has a birthmark on the side of his face that looks like a collection of teardrop tattoos. In addition

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IT IS WHO WE ARE

I had just finished secondary school at the time and my mum gifted me with an internet-enabled phone. I was thoroughly excited by this gift, as it was my first