HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 12)
I was about nineteen when we first met. His name is Sydney. I had just started my pre-degree program at the time in my current school. I was new to the place and wanted to meet new people. 2go Men’s Lounge was my next port of call. His username had something like ‘frenzy’ in it, and I remember thinking to myself, maybe we’d get to have frenzied sex if I liked him enough. We chatted a while, exchanged pics and then he called saying he’d like to meet. I was more than happy to oblige. I told him I was in class at the time and would see him on my way home. After lectures, I called him and got directions to where he wanted to meet and was glad that it was a public place – a guestroom-cum-whorehouse close to school. I got there and was having a drink when he came. We exchanged greetings. He sat down for a bit. There was a bit of a lull, that kind you get when two people who haven’t decided how to relate with each other meet for the first time.
Then, he stood up and said he forgot his keys and was going to get them. I was stunned. What a lame excuse. Forgot the keys where exactly, when he was just coming from his room? I was at the time quite chubby, and I understood that not everyone was into that. But heck, I had sent him a couple of pictures, and if he was not Blind Bartimeus, he should have been able to tell. I told curtly him to go and got up to leave too, I was really pissed. Later that night, I gave him a well-deserved piece of my mind for being such a time-waster. He deleted me from his contact list after that.
The sensible thing for me to do would have been to delete him too, right? Wrong. For some inexplicable reason, I left his contact on my list, although I created a group I labeled “Z” and threw his username in there.
Fast forward in time, two years later, I was an undergraduate in the same school and was pretty much celibate after realizing that every gay guy knew who and who slept with who and whoever else in my school. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I had my fair share during my pre-degree days.
Know what I did? I added Sydney back on 2go and he accepted my request. We got chatting and he seemed interested. I was a lot trimmer then, and I explained who I was. He apologized for being such a dick before and was willing to make it up to me. He said he was in Port Harcourt at the time, NYSC and stuff. And as though the devil really wanted to catch me, I was going to be in PH to get something important from home the next day. I decided to go and see him. I got home and grabbed what I came for and went to my best friend’s house, where I shacked up while waiting for his call.
It came two days later. By then, I was ready to go back to school and I told him so. He said I could come to his place and leave from there. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to me. I was at Ada George and he was at Nkpolu Junction on Choba Road, which meant getting to Rumuokoro would be a piece-o-cake. I packed my stuff and left my best friend’s at about 3pm, got to Nkpolu Junction, and called him.
And then, there he was, looking better than I remembered. Initially, I hadn’t been too interested in having sex with him; I’d planned to give him some serious head when the need for intimacy arose. I love sucking cock. But there and then, I started thinking to myself that the head might just turn into ‘a roll in the hay’ if his bed was made of the stuff.
We took a short ride to this compound, one which he said was his friend’s place.
STRIKE ONE.
I looked at him, puzzled, and he said I shouldn’t worry, that his friend was not around. There were people everywhere when we got to the house; it was one of those Ikwerre Face-to-Face style houses. The environment made me a little uneasy. But then, I thought, what was the worst that could happen with all these people here, right? Well, again, Wrong!
We got to the room and he told me to feel at home. At this time, I don’t think there was any spidey sense tingling anywhere. I took off my nice green jacket and hung it up. He said to feel at home, I sure was going to do that. He left to bring La Casera and I gulped it down. It was a hot day, and the drink was chilled.
Then this guy popped his head in.
STRIKE TWO.
They had a normal friendly conversation and I figured the guy was a friend who wanted to check out his buddy’s latest conquest. If I wasn’t so dark, you’d have seen my blush at the thought. I told him I had to go soon since I was planning to return to Owerri that evening. In my mind, I was thinking, let’s get to it already, I’m on a schedule.
Then he said he was going out to get something, and when I asked what, he said ‘condom’ with a smile.
STRIKE THREE.
It didn’t occur to me at the time that maybe the condom should have been in the room prior to my arrival.
It wasn’t long before the next thing I knew was my face getting punched in. Yeah, the door swung open, and guys started tumbling in. One punched me square in the face, another followed with a slap, and yet another dragged me to the ground. When I recovered from the first dazing assault, I finally got a good look at them, five of them, one of them looking really young. They told him to go and stand watch.
I summoned courage to ask what was going on, and Sydney lashed out a slap at me, before announcing to the others, “See am, na the homo boy be this,” as if we needed to be introduced. Then the beating started, one of them was with a cutlass and used the flat surface to beat me, all the while threatening to cut me with it. I begged and pleaded, and they eventually stopped. They said they were students of my school that were on IT training. They asked if I was a cultist in school, and I said no.
Then the humiliation started, they told me to strip off my clothes, threatening to call some police guy. I resolved there and then that I didn’t want the police involved. By this time, all erotic thoughts had vanished from my mind. However, one of them saw the precum that had pooled around my member and mentioned it, and they all laughed mockingly at me. Then they started taking pictures of me, while one other was making a video, asking me how I started.
This was when the tears started to really flow. I was so humiliated and ashamed and scared, for my life and at being found out. The cutlass guy wanted to even cut my ear as a lesson. They took my two phones, went through my bag and took a friend’s phone which I was supposed to sell in PH; they took my perfume, watch, belt, and then they happened on my most important possession. It was what I had gone home to take. A ‘My Clear Bag’ that contained ALL my original documents that I was to use to apply for a scholarship – WAEC certificate, Birth certificate, International Passport, Admission letter etcetera, I mean ALL literarily.
I had only N1500 on me; it was more than enough to get me to school. So they said I had to bail my documents. I knew I was really screwed. One of them saw that I had an expired visa to the UK and said, “Oh so you travel abroad to sleep with oyinbo men abi?” I told him to check, that I had not used the visa because the timing was bad. It was then they told me to call my parents. I told them I couldn’t and got beaten some more. I begged them to let me go and they agreed on one condition; I was going to leave my documents and bail them with N30, 000 whenever I was ready. One of them called my father just to confirm, and threatened to call him back if I failed to show up. I was so ready to leave the house and I agreed. Then one of them led me through the back of the house, past the back of some other houses, to the road, telling me sorry all the way. His compassion really salted the injury I felt from the assault. God! I wanted to just kill him there. I wanted to scream at him that I didn’t need his sympathy.
I was still crying when I got to my best friend’s place. There was no going back to school for me that day. I was drained completely. I cried the whole night. Then I went back to school the next day. My friend was going to give me the N30, 000, but it rained that day, and I somehow lost the number they had written down for me to call because of the stormy day.
I told my friends in school a crazy story of how the bus I was travelling in was robbed on the road and how I must have lost my document when they were searching our bags. My friend was able to get his Blackberry back, through some Netqin application, from a girl they probably sold the phone to.
It’s been two years since this happened, and I still don’t have my documents, and I have not told my parents either. There is just no good way to say it, either truth or lie. And so, this kito story still haunts me very much.
Written by Brian Collins
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36 Comments
Max
October 16, 05:29Awwww… That 2go is a kito software… Some people go there just to bait gay guys…
trystham
October 16, 07:35Hian!!! Same way MJ, PR, A4A Grindr are satanic applications set up my demonic kito wearers.. I have made cool acquaintances on 2go. Its not 7 yrs yet, but I think I can learn to trust them.
Obatala
October 16, 05:39oh my
I’m so sorry
heart wrenching
that said, it would be a cold day in Khaleesis part of hell before I am worn kito by any cocksucking beotch
I have my ways
Vhar.
October 16, 05:49Oh For the love of all that is good in cruelty free… Why must one of them be sympathetic?
Must they always play the Good cop, bad cop thingy?
They are classless thugs. They should stick with that.
He was there all along and took part in whooping his ass. And face.
He didn’t say anything then.
And when he was taking you through the routes, he was apologising?
That guy is from Judas’ generation.
He betrayed his other guys by bn sympatheric. I think.
And yes, if you had killed him there for his sympathy, I wouldn’t have judged you.
Sorry bro.
xpressivejboy
October 16, 05:53Oh My! *Hugz* Sowie Love.
You’ll be fine don’t worry.
Did you report the missing doc to the NPF?
If yes, have you gone to swear an affidavit to that effect?
Let’s start from there now…
#StandingBy
simba
October 16, 05:59Guy abeg man up.. go collect ur documents, the worst has already happened. Infact u since u know the compound u were robbed in and etc. And ur a PH guy, u should have gone back and either pay and bail ur docs. Bro, what’s life without ur docs.. nah…
#TeamKizito
October 16, 06:00Oh. 2go Men’s Lounge, that dreaded enclave. Hmm. Nemesis, Karma; don’t worry, these bitches would catch up with them. Hmm..
Dennis Macauley
October 16, 06:11If you live in portharcourt (like I do) those Ikwerre “estates” as I like to call them are a NO NO! They are “Kitoville”; avoidance is key!
I really sympathize with you. However why not trying to sound obnoxious, sometimes we cower away too easily. You could have made some “arrangements” and returned there! Get to waterside, for a few wraps of hemp, those boys can do anything you want. If someone did this to me, I’d kill them one by one. One by one and I’d make sure it’s a slow painful death. Its just inhuman what these guys do.
I am really sorry you had to go through this, report the documents missing, and retrieve them through the courts
anonymous
October 16, 06:22Another day, another heart wrenching Kitostory.
o'hara
October 16, 06:31I’m very sorry brian. You sound like a nice uncomplicated guy.
Don’t worry. He’s gonna get his dose of karma.
Try and collect your documents anyhow.
That’s your life.
Remember we are in nigeria.
You can’t replace them easily.
king
October 16, 06:57Dear Brian as I was reading your story I felt such a dread in the pit of my tummy for you. I really know how trusting and unsuspecting you were of him after all He had already posed as one b4. Sooo sorry boyo but take heart ok…..and this is why I NEVER have sex in another’s turf but ON MY TERMS. if not good riddance!
Absalom
October 16, 07:03I’m so sorry, Brian. Hugs.
Paul
October 16, 07:14Wat if U find a way to make a frend wit a soldier guy who is a broda. Dt could realy help
If u can still recall d location U guys culd visit d zone
I jst pray he hasn’t moved out!
Pls try n retrieve ur documents
Soon u’d b doin certificate verification in skul
Its impt u mk good moves now.
king
October 16, 07:28Guys he said it’s been 2 years now haba!!! Even if he tried to go most likely they would have used those papers for something else….pls don’t give him more work to do…am sure Brian you have already worked out some way of getting other copies by now shay?
Williams
October 16, 07:30“If you live in portharcourt (like I do) those Ikwerre “estates” as I like to call them are a NO NO! They are “Kitoville”; avoidance is key!”…….You can wear a more expensive kito in the best of places,you can also find love in the slum……..
Sorry Brian,better luck next time!!!
chestnut
October 16, 08:08Pele,Brian. This is a really serious one o, cos ur certificates are, like,d most important material things u can lose.
What I don’t get abt these kito guys that trap ppl online is, are they gay guys who are just greedy and evil? or are they straight guys who are evil and so homophobic that they actually make out time and effort to find out popular gay social network sites, register on those sites, and start actively surfing those sites all day, everyday, in order to find prey? If they are straight guys,like, how do they get so dedicated to their misguided “cause”? One would think they had nothing else in their lives to live for.
Ruby
October 16, 08:28Wow! Brian…. Words fail me.
I’m sorry for what you went through, I hope with time, you will get over it.
You have to find a way to get a new set of Credentials or you go swear an affidavit or something.
The callousness of man….
Peak
October 16, 10:00This is a sad sad story I tell you
Hope you find the strenght to move pass the dreadful event. I always tell myself that you can never be 2 careful, shit like this can scare you forever. How does one establish a balance between the dangers that the average naija guy faces and living their life on the low? People just sometimes thinks one is playing hard to get, but the truth is you are just playing careful
Hope you find a way of getting back ur docs and I pray that you were not seriously scared by the event
enigmous
October 16, 10:44Awww…pity pity dearie. Hopefully you will get over it. My own kito story sha, can only say I was lucky.
Khaleesi
October 16, 12:08another deoressing kito story, reminds you of the deep absurd hatred borne by the homophobes. these guys were nothing but a bunch of criminals, sadly, our society has regressed to the stage where heinous crimes are viewed as normal especially if committed against gays ….
so sorry dear, am rlly worried about your credentials … those criminals are thoroughly devoid of conscience, Queen Karma please Hurry up and get around to them with your vicious whips!!
GB_show!
October 16, 14:52Pele o…
Double D
October 16, 15:43OMG!!!! This is my story, i was a victim of frenzy too, two years ago at rumuokoro! Hmm, let me not bore u guys with the details of my painful bitter story. But Brian plz go back n collect ur stuff……….guess mine was a bad market for frenzy coz i went back the next day as a PH boy with my parents n a batallion of Air force men to dat compound, although b4 den i had been brutally beaten by frenzy n his team. Yes, some1 might ask! How did you escape d scandal ……….. Oh, yes i did! I went back home n lied to my parents that i was kidnapped n that I’m ready to take them to d room of these kidnappers …… So much to tell, which i could air my contact for more details buh sorry i can’t .
pinkpanthertb
October 16, 16:13Double D, why don’t you make it a story and send to me…
Brian Collins
October 16, 16:08Don’t know if everyone who submitted a kito story felt the same way i am feeling now. Reading it again and reading all the comments kinda makes it fell better.
It happened two years ago and for months i was scared to go around there, when i decided to go back, the area had changed, the road was better and the houses just looked different. I have thought about going to file a police report before now but didn’t get to do it. I still can’t tell my parents though and graduation is just a year plus away.
I guess it is time for that police report and affidavit. Does any one know a police man in lagos or PH who i can reach and make the whole process real easy? Filing reports could be hectic. Would really appreciate the help. Pls get in touch with pinky.
Thanks everyone for your kind words. I am pretty much moving on. The documents are just the painful reminder.
Lothario
October 16, 16:10Wow! So sorry dear….I honestly don’t know what to say to make you feel better. So sorry!
lluvmua
October 16, 16:34Awwwwwww sweerie ! So sowie
Colossus
October 16, 16:41You guys are making it so hard for one to hook up. Reading all these stories, i guess its the monastery for me
king
October 16, 22:59No. Dear collosus Good NEVER gives up for Bad……never!!! We will never stop fighting until bad realizes that we are truly stronger coz indeed WE ARE!
Kristoph
October 16, 17:22This is so sad…I’m so sorry this has to happen to you…but you shouldn’t have forfeited your credentials nah…for what kwanu??? U should have gone back for them walahi…it’s a pity you have to lose your certs to those bastards.
gad
October 17, 05:02So disheartening! My dear pls take heart.God will heal ur hurt and replenish whatever loss u have incured. Let me say this again,these crimes against gays are perpetrated by fellow gays and their cohorts. Unlike in Europe and other parts of the west the west where attacks on gays are being orchestrated by straight guys,the opposite is the case here. That said,may I add that one weapon or escape route from severe damage during kito(robbery of gays by gays) is resistance. Its a time to think and act fast. Dear Brian,do u think ur things will still be stolen by this gang if u had shouted and alerted the crowd outside? Criminals don’t call the police on their victims.have u thought about this? Assuming the police was even called,do u think ur credentials etc will still be stolen? If u had surprised ur assailants by trying to bolt away when they least expect it,dont u think u might be a bit luckier? Guys let’s think and act on these posers to reduce the spate of crimes against us
Nuel
October 17, 14:38So so sorry bro. Cos of kito wahala me i have turn to a V, i can’t just get use nd beaten…. So sorry once again
musclelad
October 25, 13:45Yeah for sure…2go is a kito app… Hooking up with a new individual or even an old one is a big risk. Just av to be careful and plan d meeting in ur favour
gad
October 25, 14:21If the other guy also plans the meeting in his favor how will you two cope
pinkpanthertb
October 25, 15:51Lol. Exactly o. How e go be?
musclelad
October 25, 15:12Someone has to give in…shudnt be you, plus you cud forget him and move on, take it as a sign that its not meant to be
Boy With Many Problems
September 12, 21:45You know the worst part is they are gay and that’s a fact but they decided to pry on the weak ones cause they know nothing will happen because of the lack of lgbtq rights in this dumb shit Hole we call a country