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5 REASONS WHY HE CAN’T GET HARD ENOUGH

However much we may love sex, sometimes, our minds and bodies are incapable of coming together to create an erection necessary for sex to happen. Yes, the assurance of a

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NOT GAY ENOUGH

There are several stereotypes about gay people, some of them untrue, some of generalized. And one of them is that there is a particular look that is gay. That there

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A WORLD OF PAIN (Part 2)

Previously on A WORLD OF PAIN… * In my new flat, we all strived to live as a family. But things were about to change with Nnamdi. One day, I

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A WORLD OF PAIN

I am in my bed, on a cold night, going through recent stories on Kito Diaries, and I come to realize that I still feel the hurt and that I

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GAZING OUT AT THE DISNEY PRINCE

Before I start, I would like to say that I am late to the party that is called Kito Diaries. I stumbled on this community in June and I was

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BYE-BYE, BOYFRIEND

A few weeks ago, I traveled to the East from Lagos. I was actually headed to Owerri for a personal matter, but stopped over in Port Harcourt first to attend

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ALL THE GIRLS I’VE LOVED (Part 2)

Previously on ALL THE GIRLS I’VE LOVED… * I don’t know how long I lasted in my newfound repentance. I remember I deleted 2go, but a few weeks after, I

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ALL THE GIRLS I’VE LOVED

Thinking about love and past relationships, I often wonder if at some point in any of my relationships, I felt the quintessential feeling of love for the girls I dated

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LET ME SING A SONG ABOUT LIFE (Part 4)

Previously on LET ME SING A SONG ABOUT LIFE: And yes, it was happiness, living with Emeka. Being with Emeka. Sharing a house – and life – with Emeka. It

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FREEDOM DOES NOT STAY HERE

The generator dying yesterday at our corper’s lodge revealed how loud it had been. Silence gathered me into its embrace, and I could touch its arm. I was one with