Everything was happening so fast that day. Xavier dropped by at the house. I had told
my aunt he was my keyboard lesson teacher and she believed and gave her consent.
We drove off and as usual he held my hands and caressed it as he drove.
I found it disturbing as always but I held him still. We got home and the whole place
smelt so nice with his Air conditioner cooling in his decently arrayed sitting room. He
asked if I was hungry. I told him water would be fine. Then he kissed my forehead and
straight to the kitchen he went. I remember using my palm to wipe off his saliva from
my head.
He handed over the glass of water smiling profusely revealing his cute face.
"Let me go in and change up to something light..." He said.
I nodded waiting for him to return so we could discuss. Shey it is JESUS? We would talk
about him.
On his arrival, I saw something that caused my hormones to rise. I never knew I had this
much feeling for the same sex till then.
He wore an ash colored singlet that revealed his hairy chest and his biceps...and then a
brief revealing his thighs and legs. He was what the word 'sexy' meant.
He sat next to me putting his arm around my shoulder. I wanted to put them down, but
how do I start, only his finger is 20kg. I was becoming uncomfortable but whatever he
applied on his armpit smelt romantic and for a second I felt I was being hypnotized.
"So, about your text last night..." I said trying to break the silence in the room.
Before I knew what was happening, his lips locked on mine. We kissed, again!
Swiftly, he took off my shirt and hijacked me to his room. I was lying down like a sheep
for slaughter, this time naked.
He brought out a jar of oil from his bedside table and a condom. No I wasn't startled. I
died for a second.
Prior to that time, I had surfed the internet to find out about gay sex... It just occurred to
me that I was about being raped. Let's call it rape. Yeah, rape!
"I can't have sex with you! I'm not gay..." I exclaimed struggling to release my legs from
his thighs hook.
"It won't hurt, I promise. I have enough oil..." he replied in a hush tone. It just occurred
to me he had a bad Igbo accent, with the way he called oil, “oyiil”.
As he dressed himself with the condom I sought of ways to lose myself off his grip. "Stay
calm jhooooor! It won't hurt, much, I have Oyiil”
"Stop", I cried.
Then I heard a knock on the door.
"Wakeup, man! And open the door!"
It was Simon's voice.
Everything was a dream!
I opened my eyes, I was in my room. No Xavier. No Oyiil.
The knock came again, "Open up jhooooor"
"I am coming", I replied.
I realized I had an erection already, I knew Simon would understand; I am a man and I
just woke up. Many other things should awake with me.
"That kain sleep. Shift!", Simon snapped, pushing me off his way.
"Good morning, bro", I greeted, now in the bathroom.
"It's 12pm, Mr man check your time...be sleeping like Lazarus."
"I had a terrible dream, Simon"
"You want to share?"
(Ehhhh share what? Dem dey share this Kain thing...)
"No oh...you're not Joseph the interpreter neither are you Simon the sorcerer..." We
both laughed.
I knew he wasn't satisfied with that response. He had to take it anyways.
Within the space of two days I had kept so many vital things from a friend.
"Are you going anywhere today?" Simon asked.
I get bothered when he asks me some kind of questions.
"Well, yes but in the evening, anything?"
"Can I take your car out, please?"
"Ah ahn Simon, you know you can. Take the key and go jhooooor"
He got up to leave then his last words, "Expect a chat from me at exactly 1pm. it's
important". .....At exactly 1pm, he had sent a message already. He could be very time
conscious if he wants to be. Our chat read:
Simon: “I want to ask you a question and I need a sincere answer”.
Me: “Okay. Go ahead”.
Simon: “if I come to you and tell you I am in love with a fellow man.. like erotic love,
what would you do?”
I paused for a moment staring at my phone trying to figure out what's going on in his
head.
Me: “You know that's a sin, right?”
Simon: “I know. What would you do? What would be your response?”
Me: “Talk to you and pray for you”.
Simon: “Start talking because that's my situation and I am scared”.
(What? Simon too! This can't be happening nah! I thought it was just me)
Me: “Now listen, friend. Paul said all things are lawful but not all things are expedient.
Not every tree in the Garden of Eden was good for eating though all the trees had good
fruits that were edible, but not all were for eating. So I don't know the feelings you have,
but believe me not all feelings should be acted upon. In fact, as a Christian you should
detect how you react to how you feel. You should have dominion over your feelings and
your actions ..I hope I'm making sense?”
Simon: “Hmmmmmm” (tears emoji)
Me: “Simon, listen to me. You are spiritual! And you should walk in the spirit; it is
walking in freedom and to freedom. Anything outside that would fulfil the lust of the
flesh. Where are you now? Let’s see immediately!”
Simon: “Actually, I'm in the living room, your living room. I asked that question for you.
All you've typed to me, read them to yourself. Those words are for you.”
Me: “Simon? (Tears emoji) Please come up.”
That day I was broken. I have never felt that way before. It was like a breakthrough for
me. You know what light does to darkness? Yeah, that's it.
The moment he got in, I gave him a blow by blow account of all that had happened,
from the wedding till that moment.
He had been having signals from the Holy Spirit but he couldn't just unravel the puzzle.
Good thing was, he knew now, we prayed and I had peace of mind.
“... One quick advice, when fighting with lust never do it alone. I know you have the Holy
Spirit but have that one person you're accountable to ....”
He opted to follow me to Xavier's place to speak with him, promising not to go in.
I informed Xavier not to bother picking me that I would drive. He agreed.
Getting to his place, I pressed the doorbell and in seconds he was right in front of me.
He wore just what I saw in my dream; the ash singlet and the brief, but this time I wasn't
moved.
He stood there for some seconds throwing seductive glances at me.
"Can we go in, please", I asked breaking the silence.
He looked left and right and then locked the door, whatever that meant.
"What can I offer you?" He asked smiling.
"Nothing, I came here to discuss with you ... " I replied keeping my straight face.
"Can't we just play a little? Like a small kiss or something...just .."
(What's doing this one?)
I was just about chipping in something when someone literally banged the door.
"Who's that son of a bitch?" He fumed, walking to the door.
On opening the door, he saw my friend, Simon.
"Who are you? And why the hell are you hitting my door like you are drunk ..?" He
cussed.
"I am really sorry.. " Simon apologized. I had to come into the scene to explain that he
was my friend and all he meant to me.
"We have to go now .." Simon pleaded, pulling my left hand.
Xavier to me was totally confused. I myself had twice his confusion but I knew I could
trust Simon's instincts, so I followed him out of the room.
"So nah your boyfriend be this bah .. " Xavier said. Those words fell to the ground and
became void.
Simon turned to me and with worry all over his face he said, "The Holy Spirit asked me
to tell you, I mean us, to leave NOW!"
The plan was to come preach to Xavier and win a soul but this instruction must be
followed o.
It was much later I got to realize that Xavier who worked at the five star hotel where we
saw 'Imole Dé' was into fraudulent acts; he had been stealing from the company and the
police had come for him that very day.
Maybe they would have picked me too. What a headline that would make. 'Son of
Kaduna's biggest pastor had affiliation with a criminal.' However they would have put it.
I didn't hesitate to detach myself from anything that concerned him- I blocked him from
calling me and on all social media platforms.
I might not block the thought of him anytime soon.
Plus, this might not be the only history we would have.
To be continued....
