I miss Yaba
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...