Our Stories
THE LIFE I DIDN’T SEE COMING
EDITOR’S NOTE: I am posting this today to commemorate World AIDS Day, which is on this day, December 1. It is the story of life after a certain death, and
ABOUT BAD PEOPLE TURNING GOOD, AND THE RESPONSIBILITY OF FORGIVENESS
I once read a story about a man who killed his wife and unborn child. He was a drunk and usually beat his wife. So, a mob came together and
THE MAN WHO IS NOT MY MAN
That first day, the storm was roaring its disapproval and thundering like my father’s voice raised just before he slams his fist hard on a table or a nearby door,
ABOUT TIME (AN OPEN LETTER TO MY COMMUNITY)
The first reason I decided to write this story was because I have been carrying the burden of what I’ve done in my heart for a long time. There is
#PrEPUp: A Case For Why You Should Be On PrEP
I recently got the following email/story from a KDian looking to expose the treachery of someone who he’d hooked up with. This is what he had to say: *** Good
A HORNY DILEMMA
I wasn’t being lucky with girls. I suppose that had something to do with the fact that I still lived with my parents and was not yet gainfully employed, even
AT THE END OF MY BREATH (Part 3)
Previously on AT THE END OF MY BREATH… * I was starting to make new friends online, some of whom I’ve met and some of whom I haven’t. Dillish was
A WELL-DRESSED STRANGER IN IKOTUN
An artist friend of mine had gifted me with a penciled portraiture of myself, which he sent to me through a friend of his traveling to Nigeria. It was a
NEEDING TEDDY
We waved at Babajide as he got into his car, and watched him drive off before going into the house. It was just some minutes past 12am. A few hours
AT THE END OF MY BREATH (Part 2)
Previously on AT THE END OF MY BREATH… * “My name is Dillish. And I’m gay.” After I said this, I took a moment to observe the reaction from the
