How Keredim Got His Groove Back…..Almost

It’s January and I found myself in Montego Bay Jamaica, hundreds of kilometres away from the cold UK weather, primarily to get some sunshine and possibly sample some authentic Jamaican homegrown wholesome non-genetically modified rump. And maybe some authentic Jamaican cuisine along the way.

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During the short 10 minute taxi ride to the hotel resort where I was staying (and throughout the holiday), being a Nigerian I could not help but notice some similarities, between my people and black Jamaicans – physically and in some mannerisms. This is not so surprising considering what went on during the era of slave trade, where my people were forcibly taken from the west code and landed all over the Caribbean.  So effectively we are very distant cousins.

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First thing that struck me was the driving.Read More »

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Conversation With The Barber III

Previous haircuts – Conversation I & Conversation II

Tired of looking like I was auditioning for the title role in the sequel of Django and also tired of my mother thinking I was heading to Turkey to cross the border into Syria, the other week, I decided to have a long overdue haircut and a beard trim.

The following conversation took place with my barber, Emenike. As usual it was in Igbo language.Read More »

Brexit: The result

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Woke up this morning.

Saw the news on TV

I am speechless.

What the Fuck just happened!?!

Britain Voted to leave the EU??!!

Cameron resigns?!?!

I am in shock. Feels like I have been hit by a truck.

I am incontinent incandescent with rage.

”Why Lord, Why hast thou forsaken me? Why have You reduced the chances of finding a white round bubble butt in Britain?” (Click here)

 Shit.  I really don’t need this right now!!!

Oh well…. Time to brush up on my Spanish…..

How do say “Have you got a bubble butt?” in Spanish….

 

Brexit: The Vote


“I’m in”
That reminds me of what I uttered, after trying unsuccessfully for 15 minutes to get into a nice tight bubble butt using different positions . Finally we assumed the….I digress….

This is not what this post is about.

I have cast my vote in the referendum.

You have till 2000BST to do your bit.
Unlike farts, Britain is better in than out!

Brexit – A Case For Bubble Butts

Incase you haven’t heard, the United Kingdom will be voting in a referendum on June 23rd to decide whether to leave the European Union (EU) or to stay. This has been aptly termed “Brexit” to leave or “Bremain” to stay.

What brought this on? Since Britain joined the EU back in 1973, dissenting voices have always complained that they wanted to leave the community. They were (and are still) not happy with the EU laws and standards they had to subscribe to as a member country.  The idea of being ruled by anyone else other than themselves is abhorrent to them. Rule Britannia and all that.Read More »

The Prayer

So its my last day in my village, near Owerri, Nigeria. After four days, no kinsman or woman has asked me the dreaded marriage question. 

I thought I had a lucky escape, until I popped into an Aunt’s shop to tell her I would be leaving the tomorrow morning and to give her some money.
She thanked me profusely for the cash. Then blessed me. She then got on her knees and said, “Please, please find a wife. Please I am begging you in the name of God, please.”

I replied, “Please Aunty, get up. I have heard you. I will see what I can do.”

She got up.

“Oh are you looking for one over there in England? She seemed to ask with disdain in her voice.

“Ah, ah Aunty, does it matter where she comes from?”

“That’s true but It is better if she hails from these parts”

I wanted to say “Seriously? You have been asking me to get married, for the last 20 years to no avail, and now you are suggesting where the wife should come from?! You don’t ask for much do you? And they say beggers can’t be choosers” But I kept my peace.

Instead I said, “But aunty at my age, I don’t think I want to get married any more”

“Eh?!” She screamed. Her face looked like someone had stabbed her in the heart. “Don’t say that. There is a 70 year old man in the next kindred, who is looking for a young wife. You are a man. You can even marry at 70”

“I have been praying for you. I prayed for you this morning that a good woman will come your way, In Jesus Name”

As if on cue, like the ram that appeared to Abraham when God decided ,Abraham’s son Isaac, wouldn’t taste as good as a free range ram, a lean muscular guy in his early twenties wearing a pair of Hawaiian shorts and a singlet,showing off his sinewy arms, walked into the shop. He had the kind of musculature you don’t get from going to the gym; rather from good old fashioned hard labour on the farm or a building site.

Sigh. Behold the “Good woman”.

I was about to say, “Hallelujah, God has answered your prayer, Aunty” when I  noticed he was wearing eyeliner and when he spoke it was with a very high pitch voice. 

No way Ms Thang!!!

Technically, God did answer my aunt’s prayer, just not the sexuality she was expecting. 

I smiled. 
I think God was having a laugh. 
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Grey’s Anatomy

 

I am not sure how this got into my head. It could have been some random urban myth I heard in school, but I grew up thinking that the parts of the body where we have an abundance of grey hair, are the parts of the body we use the most.

So growing up, whenever I saw an old person with grey hair, I would instantly think, about how intelligent they were, because they must use their brain a lot. I would wonder how many books they would have read  or how many degrees they had. What wonderful facts they would know from reading Encyclopaedia Britannica (This was before the creators of Google were sperm cells)Read More »

Mean Queens: The Sad, Sad Case of Internet Trolls

A few months ago, I blogged here that I couldn’t wait for the new dislike button on Facebook, so that I can start disliking comments and pictures thus effectively becoming a Facebook troll . Well that dream is out the proverbial window now that Facebook have decided against the button.

Secretly I am glad they reached that decision because a Facebook troll who goes around clicking away disliking posts on Facebook, is one step away from being an Internet troll who actually goes around and takes the time writing negative comments on every post the come across.

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I belong to a Nigerian LGBT online forum (blog) kitodiaries. Its main intention is to act as a forum where Nigerian LGBT persons can speak out against the hostile legalized homophobic environment they live in. A forum where homophobic attacks can be reported, attackers identified and other gay people warned about the attackers. More importantly, it lets other LGBT people in Nigeria know that they are not alone. In other words an online sanctuary of sorts. Read More »