LONELY BLACK BOY

I lied. I lied because I knew that was the only way mum and I were going to be able to go to bed at peace tonight. She could see the happiness in my eyes, in my movements, in my actions. "You're excited tonight, I can see. Tell me, why are you so excited?", mum asked. A hint of sadness appeared in the cloud of excitement in my heart. The tides had turned for me in such an unexpected way tonight. I had glimpsed this topless picture of Ifeanyi earlier in the day and got a chance to take it all in proper this evening. OMG! That guy is so hot, he reminds me of why it took me so many weeks to get over my infatuation with him in January. His lips, his chest. I just want to lay on his chest all day long with my lips sleeping within his. Of course, fantasies like this and the tinge of hope that I could have them realized are what pushed to me to send him an IM, which ended up getting me into my euphoric state.

Today, I was thinking about how much I've missed my apartment at Yaba. If there's one thing that kept me at my old job as long as I stayed, it has to be this apartment. The independence, the privacy; two things that are of high value to the introvert and homosexual in me. Specifically, I was pondering on how my condition could have become so much more interesting if I was still at Yaba. I met Wilson on Grindr last weekend, a day before I deleted Grindr from my phone. He travels from Ipaja to UNILAG (Yaba) almost every week day for lectures. And why? He does not have an on-campus accommodation. Sad, for the cute lad that he is. So, I was thinking while in the shower: If I still had my Yaba room, I would have offered Wilson some sleeping a living space in my room. In effect, having a cute teddy-bear to kiss and hold before going to bed every night. Unfortunately, in my pig-headed wantrepreneur state, I quit my job and inevitably, forfeited my space. Meaning, my fantasies of h...