He was only 27 but he had seen it all. At fourteen he became bio curious and eventually gay, he felt it was wrong, the priests said it was, so he never told anybody until he told his best friend who told the world.
Chidi did not stop there. He happily told her about how he was going to take her out the next night with the money he would make from the night’s bet, he told her he would bet 30,000 Naira, one and half of the remaining money in his account
"Not fair! You came last." Nonso whined. Nonso was the cute boy of the group, always acting cute, he was so cute that he could easily pass as a girl, and for some reason girls preferred him to the rest of them.
"Guy I dey tell you. Person dey always fap my clothes." Malik said to his friend as they left his apartment. He was seeing him off. "Yesterday I spread my boxers to dry, I never even turn finish the thing don disappear."
Chidi’s gaze was fixed on the Bet9ja match lineup on his computer screen, his heart racing with anticipation. Today felt like it might be his turning point.
She clung to him, desperate for her warmth and tears to anchor him back to life. His body, cold and lifeless, lay against hers, and she couldn't bear the thought of him slipping away like this—he deserved better, so much more.
Egbere’s mother, she was a poor woman who could not afford to feed herself, talk less a child who ate any and everything. To make matters worse, a deformed child with a hunch back and the face of a gnome. She wept over its birth.
Ade’s voice resonated through the church, a gentle harmony that filled the air with peace. But then he saw her. She slipped into the back pew, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
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