Kito Stories

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Four Dark Walls

It was a Sunday like every other Sunday in my life. Sundays are that special day of the week that I believe God Himself chose to sit back with a

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HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 23)

I grew up having a sheltered childhood. Mine was the type of growing-up where my siblings and I had no sleepovers, not even at the homes of relatives, and we

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HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 22)

I used to think that I had immunity to any kito situation as I always did what I wanted and got away with it. That feeling of fortification came to

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Kito Alert!

His victims are yet to come around to telling their stories. But here’s the general gist of his MO. He claims to be a doctor; supposedly based in London, but

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She Knows

“Richard, I’m bored. Let’s play cards.” It happens to be a sibling pastime we have whenever NEPA, or should I say Eko Electricity Distribution Company, decide to give our transformers

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THE TRUTH THAT SET US FREE

It began with the most ‘where on earth did that come from’ conversation I’d ever had with her. “Pinky,” she called me. (Seeing as that’s not my real name, we

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HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 21)

Writer’s Note: I stumbled upon this website by accident and, I must say, it’s been quite the fortunate accident. Reading all the tragic and sometimes funny kito stories shared by

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When The Closet Door Stands Ajar

My name is Jon Snow, and I know plenty. Pre-antigay-law, like most other gay folks, I lived in my very comfortable closet with in-built, state-of-the-art, everything-I-needed luxuries, along with enough

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HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 20)

I’ve been an avid reader of this blog for quite some time now, although I’ve never commented, primarily because I’m not really a ‘community’ person. My main draw here is

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HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 19)

It was December, 2014. I was done with semester exams. I was trying hard to quell the adventurous feelings associated with this freedom. Well, maybe not so hard. I came