Story of a Queer Nigerian
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 26m
  • Reads 79
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 26m
Ongoing, First published Sep 10, 2024
Mature
Nigerians are known for their love for religion. It wasn't uncommon for the streets to be crowded with men, women and children dressed in their best outfits after a long Sunday service trying to board vehicles to their respective homes. 

Being the son of the Pastor of my local assembly meant we had to stay behind for very long hours after the end of every service, because Dad had to make time for his members, giving counsels and saying words of prayers over them.

I spent such times with my best friend, Ade. Ade was the son of the church financial secretary. We would run around the building, playing hide and seek with other children whose parents had a thing or two to do after service. 

On of such occasions, Ade and I had hidden inside a storage room to avoid being caught. In that closet, a chaste kiss would alter the course of my life entirely.
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