The Nigerian Gaybourhood bewilders me plenty these days. I find myself of the opinion that Nigerian gay men are uniquely unbelievable. This short story will demonstrate what I mean.
About a week or two ago, a random dude – let's call him Samuel – started a chat with me on the Facebook Messenger. After exchanging pleasantries, I decided to play the nice guy and keep the conversation going. It turned out Samuel is a Corp member. He went on to tell me that he was at his home (let's say Benin) but is serving in my town (call it Owerri). And after some brief trivial banter, he popped THE QUESTION – you know, the one every gay acquaintance likes to get out of the way.
“What's your role?”
I laughed and replied simply: "T"
He responded that he is "T" too, and I typed back, “That’s cool.”
It soon became clear we didn't have much to talk about – or at least, he wasn't making any attempt to keep the conversation going, so I let go of the chat.
We didn't chat again until that good afternoon almost two weeks after the first day we connected, when he dropped a “Hi” into my inbox again. We exchanged the usual banter of “how are you” and “how is your day going?”
And then he said, “I am bored.”
I told him "Too bad."
And then he said, "I'll be leaving Owerri soon."
I revisited our chat history and refreshed my memory on when he said he’d be coming to Owerri soon. Clearly he’d been back and was about to leave again. After some more chatting, I told him that perhaps we could hang out the following afternoon and have a couple drinks since he was so bored (I assumed that was what he had been alluding to, you know, a meet, but I hadn’t wanted to presume).
He agreed that we should chill. And then moments later, he typed, "I hope the bill is on you?"
I answered, "No. I'll foot my bills and you'll take care of yours. After all, I'm not toasting you."
And that was it. This young man then retorted: “Same gist with all Igbo guys...Greedy."
Chineke m! I was astonished! How did being Igbo become the subject of this conversation and how was I greedy? How did we get from me clarifying our bill-paying status to my ethnicity getting judged?
I asked him what he meant by what he said, and he typed “Never mind."
And that was the end of the conversation.
I can’t with some gay men in this country, honestly! In this feminist 2017, a young man who I don't owe anything and who I didn't ask anything from is acting like a child.
These are the things that tire me about the gay community.
Written by Bradley