CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesWhen you realize that you are different from the rest, you try to think of how it came to be, you try to figure out why it is the way it is and not the way it should be. You think of what might have made the difference and you try hard to ignore or […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesAs always, she’s smiling when you see her, radiating a light you wished you possessed. She bends slightly to whisper something into the ear of a girl seated next to her. They both burst out laughing and lean in close as though to ensure no one else hears their conversation. “They’re adorable,” your friend sighs, […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesHow we met was one of those peculiar encountersYou don’t expect much, and you got more than you expectedWe spoke and spoke, then it happenedI knew I liked you, I felt it within myselfI woke up every time to read your textsMy sleep filled with pictures of youMy defenses cried “MAYDAY!“My offenses bolted “NO WAY!” […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesThis kiss started three days ago when Ayo and I shared a handshake. Something happened when we touched skins and it lingered on after we finished greeting. Just like that, we were magnets, finding each other’s gaze from across the room and bumping into ourselves in a space that was small enough for a 3-year-old […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesI saw her at the supermarket. She was standing with a group of people dancing and acting silly without caring who was looking. She was so light-skinned, hard to miss. I was amazed. I was looking at the most tomboyish person I’d ever seen in Lagos, in Nigeria, in my life! She had black locks, […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesIn hindsight, he wasn’t handsome, eloquent, or generous, and neither was he ugly, inarticulate, or stingy. He was, to put it simply, the first man to make me look in the mirror and acknowledge who I am. Except for his six-foot-two-inch frame, I ordinarily would never have looked twice at him was I to walk […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesIn the hallways of high school, Our hearts bonded like two irons in the hands of a blacksmith, Your seat beside mine, I could feel the heat of your love oozing out of you to me, You need not say it but I knew you would cross limits for me, You were always ready to […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesMany years of education and no one taught us how to love. Our parents practiced Storge love with us, but we grew up to realize that there is more to the feeling called love. For me, my first sexual experience wasn’t out of pure love; rather it was perhaps out of loneliness. I look back […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our Stories“Ugly as fuck…” That was the last message he saw before the entire chat disappeared and he had the chance to respond or at least fake a mutual backlash to pretend he wasn’t as hot as he thought he was. But then it dawned on him; he hadn’t even seen his face. “Fuck! He has […]
CategoriesFirst Love Our StoriesThe rains had just ended, and Harmattan was about to start. We had lost some boys to other institutions, and new subjects terrified others, but despite the chaos of change and uncertainty of grades to come, I couldn’t let go of the thrill and excitement that reigned with the word “Senior”. I had just gotten […]
