When you’re gay
dating is just the same
as if you were straight.

instead of holding hands,
you walk behind him
to avoid being harassed.

instead of gazing deeply into his eyes,
you make sure no stranger is staring
when you go in for a kiss.

instead of enjoying the bliss
of a loving embrace,
you protect yourselves
from the man with bulging eyes
who repeatedly shouts
at the top of his lungs:
“The bible says,
one man and one woman,
one man and one woman!”

Then, you spend the rest
of your evening
calming down your date
who no longer feels safe
being held in your arms.


Girl Child Nightmare!

Maybe He Won’t Touch You

Or what I tell myself as I pass through places I’ve been assaulted

Breathe In. Breathe Out.
They’re not here to assault you.
They’re walking past you.
They’re just walking past you.

Oops, there it is.’Ay, Baby!’
You pick up your pace
As the little courage you have
Shatters and smears across the ground.

‘Come on. Just one time.’
You put your arms across your breasts
As if your soft hands will hide them
From their predatory eyes.

You curse yourself for walking alone
On a night, dressed in your skirt,
And your red, red lipstick
And taking a shortcut.
You should have known.

You cross the alley
And reach a lit road
And you heave in relief
Because they can’t hurt you now.
Can they?

You are just one of the thousands
They want against their body
They forget you, don’t they?
You’re just a body they want to own
A story they want to tell their buddies
Over beer and hand rolled cheap cigarettes.

But you remember the pain, the embarrassment,
The shame, the guilt.
You wash your hands with soap a hundred times
Because that man kissed you on the palm of your hand
A hundred times, on the porch swing, when you were six.
And you stop wearing your favourite colour,
Because that man tweaked your nipple
And winked at you, with a smile.
And you accidentally burnt your favourite jeans
Because that man rubbed himself against you
On the public transport you have to take every day to work.

You take detours
And panic when your male friend hugs you
You walk a little away from the crowd
A little behind everybody
Slow, but not too slow.
You walk with your bag in front of you
Hugging it, because that’s a couple more layers
Till they get to you.
You put your earphones on
So you can be in the illusion
Of being isolated in the crowd.

Breathe In. Breathe Out.
You might change the world one day.
You might stop being a woman.
You might die and get burned soon.
And your great grandchildren will hopefully never understand this poem.



I do not care what they say about us,
Good or bad, whatever, this is our choice,
I do not care what they think about us,
I will let them hear our voice.

You and I have fallen in love♡,
To you opens my heart’s💓 window,
Strong 💪, fearless, two brave soles,
We’re different colours of a rainbow🌈.

Today’s the day we break our silence,
Together from this jail we break free,
Let them call us whatever name they will,
Cheers to us🥂, my love, to you and me💏!

-The Heart that Beats-
_ ♤_


She felt feckless,
Life devoid of excitement,
Her need making her reckless,
On- line he gives incitement.

He wants her to send a picture,
In a pose seductive,
She fights her moral stricture,
Such ideas destructive.

In order to look and feel glamorous,
She thinks a glimpse of stocking,
He encourages her,
He is amorous,
But the stocking he is mocking.

He gives attention to capture,
Her need to be romantic,
she thinks bliss and rapture,
He wants nudity; she feels frantic.

She wants fun and flirtation,
Nudity feels too shocking,
She could lose her reputation,
So his chat she’s blocking!

Met on-line
Erased his by-line!


Blessed is the boy,
Who loves the girl,
And is loved in kind,
Through heaven and hell.

Blessed is the man,
Who finds such joy,
In loving the woman,
He met as a boy.

Blessed are the children,
Whose parents are strong,
With help ploughing through,
Life’s rights and wrongs.

Blessed is the husband,
Who cares for his wife,
And receives in return,
Her love, her life.

Blessed is the man,
Who is part of a team,
Made of loving children,
And the woman of his dreams.


I didn’t have condoms with me and it was late to get one. Mehn what am i thinking sef, why am i looking for condoms mschewww……After about 15 minutes she then came out from the bathroom wrapped in my towel. She put off the light switch and laid beside me. She apparently didn’t have any clothes on. Before I could say jack…. My erection had manifested. But I vowed not to make the first move. About 10 minutes passed and no move was made. She then rested her head on my chest and put her left laps on my leg. And I thought to myself. “If we spend the night like this it won’t be bad.” nothing possibly can happen.
Then she said, I love you Adeoluwa I came to give you my body, please be easy on me, I am still a virgin.” I was put in a dilemma, I wanted her and I didn’t want her at the same time. I couldn’t think of what to say to her than “Tope I love you too.” It escaped me quickly before my thoughts. I was letting my heart speak not my head. I damned the consequences of tomorrow and embraced the passion of now. I had just less than a month to wrap of my service year and I needed to hold on to something to linger in the archives of my memories.

Oh no!!!! What just happened? The did had been done. I then put on the light and the bed sheet was stained with blood, it was a gory sight. She helped remove it and washed it that night. We both showered and laid on the mattress and started talking. I said to her. “What came over you?” She said. “My friend Bimpe got deflowered last week by a guy that never truly loved her. She gave it to him because she wanted him to stay. But I gave it to you because you are truly caring, loving and supporting. I have written JAMB exams 4 times and because of you I made it this time. My life would have be nothing without you.” I said to her. “Tope, I truly care about you but don’t you think that was too extreme?” She said. “It had to be you. It would have been with a guy that doesn’t deserve it. We have known each other for 3 months and you never asked for it. I have no regrets Adeoluwa even though we don’t end up together.”

I then said. “You are a sweet girl Tope.” She said. “One more thing. I said. “What?” She then said. “We have to do it one more time in the morning, my friend told me the more I do it the more I enjoy it. I need to enjoy you Adeoluwa I know you are finishing service soon and I won’t see you again. Please let me have the privilege.” I pondered for a while and I said. “Okay Tope, no problem.” So we did it again

I knew in my heart that if her circumstance was a bit better I would vow to marry her against all odds. I loved her…………

What could be the outcome of this lesson teacher turned boyfriend relationship?

Stay tunned………