96 Gay Contacts On My Phone – But I Am Not Gay

                                                                     

   Don’t find it hard to believe because in all sincerity, this is a true life story and I didn’t get it from anyone else, its my own personal life story which I experienced and mind you it has not ended yet so what I beg from all readers is a comment or perhaps an action which I should take.

          Please note that I have nothing against the gay folks even though this is the second article I am writing about them I believe being gay is just their sexuality and just a part of their life and not their entire personality. Moreover it was of recent that President Goodluck approved same sex marriage, so this seems like the right time to share this story with the entire public.

It started April 2013 and I must confess it was my mistake or my naïve action at the time that lead to this problem, but I am a man and I am man enough to admit my mistakes.

There was this guy in my facebook list, we had been friends for four years we have not seen for once and in an entire year we barely chat for more than one hour. But I was aware that this guy is a graduate of the university which I attend and at March I was looking for an Industrial Training place, so I contacted this guy if he had any connection for me and he said he would work on it. Consecutively this guy would call me up and ask me some questions about myself in the name that he was helping me fill out some company’s form and I would oblige him the information and it went on and on until one night by 11:30pm when he called me up on my phone, waking me up in my sleep only to ask me if I am Gay I was deeply angered that I roared a big NO at him and he simply cut the phone. 

When I woke up in the morning, I thought it was a dream, but when I cross checked my call log I saw that he truly called me and I was like saying to myself what kind of a firm asks an individual if he is gay? So from that day I started suspecting the guy.

And true to my suspicions, from the next day the guy started making serious advances towards me, and as at first I thought it was a joke. He would say all those raw words of theirs like how long is your *******, how long do you last and all sorts of discussions a naughty girl should ask a guy. He even went further to add me on 2go with my number and started sharing me some gay pictures of guys in the act, but I would always tell this guy that I am straight but he continued and so after some weeks of disturbances I had to remove him from my 2go and blocked him, but he was still a contact on facebook.

So on a fateful afternoon, just like every other afternoon I was on facebook and I saw his picture, it was zoomed majorly to his face level and a little of his chest was showing and I saw some comments by some of his friends and one of his friend asked why is your mouth like that and I foolishly went and commented also, what was not my concern o I went and left a comment and I said “how will his mouth not be like that after all the Gaylord focker activities he carries out with his mouth” those were my exact words. And I exited facebook, but shortly after an hour of my post the guy called me and was very livid with anger saying why did I make such a comment on his wall, that do I know how many people at his work has called him and was complaining? And he went on and on and I was like “get out, that’s good for you when you were pestering my life for weeks you did not know. moreover if you are Gay why are you hiding it? Why not tell the world?” and he said he has removed me from his facebook and he would deal with me.

And that was the beginning of my problems with Gays, for some reasons he assigned a Gay friend of his on facebook by name “Emeka Victor Obi” to start impersonating me and as at the time my facebook account was open and they collected much of my pictures especially where I was not putting on shirt or where I was wearing only singlet and he will post it on his wall saying if you want hot sex, call this number and he will put up my number there, he didn’t stop there he was so busy adding all my friends in the name of making them think I am Gay. But I was unaware of all this actions by the guy. It was not until I started getting some funny calls like “Emeka where are you? Emeka I love you, Emeka lets have ***, Emeka *** me, Emeka I want to *** you.” and I was like who is Emeka? Who is Emeka? It was not until some of my friends called me up and told me that a guy called “Emeka Victor Obi” is impersonating me as Gay on facebook. I quickly logged onto facebook and ran a search on his name and lo and behold my picture was his profile picx and he had my pictures all over his account, I was shocked I nearly burst out in tears but I held back, afterall I am a Man and it was I who caused this problem in the first place. So heeding to the advice of a friend I publicly announced on my facebook account about the Impersonator “Emeka Victor Obi” and that relieved most of my friends and majority of them removed him, but any of them that tries to make a comment on the Impersonator’s page stating that he is fake. The Emeka guy would quickly remove him or her. 

From April to May was not funny at all I usually receive not less than 15 calls from Gays asking me where am I or saying something raw. So I resolved in putting my phone on silent and not picking up calls that does not reflect a name on my phone’s contact, but the disturbance persisted and I had to call the Guy up, the one that assigned Emeka Victor Obi to impersonate me. You would notice that I am yet to mention his name, I know for certain that he is Gay and I also know now that he is secret of it and as such I wont repeat his name and risk restarting what happened in April 2013 to happen this year again.

And so I called him up and said I was sorry for my actions and that everyday in life everybody learns and that I have learned my lesson very well and very clear that he should please call the Emeka Victor Obi guy and have him take down my pictures from his account …. Guess what he said??..........................................

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Dear Reader I have to stop here for now majorly for two reasons

1. I need to see readers reactions? if they need me to continue

2. The story is very cumbersome and honestly i cant type it all in a day.

But I promise to bring the concluding part of this real life story that is still ongoing within the week ………….. for the moment you can search Emeka Victor Obi on facebook and you would still see all of my picx there as the guy still impersonates me up to this day.

WHILE I WAS STILL A VIRGIN, A GAY PASTOR ASSAULTED ME

   

        

The day was 12^th January, 2014 and I was in church it was 6:15am mass and you know they are one or two things you hear people say and it matches a word in your database concerning activities that have happened in your life in time past.

          So I heard the priest say the word  “Brethen” and I was like fair enough a guy can call me brethren without me been suspicious of his motive, perhaps he can also call me “Beloved” but that would be the limit cos if a guy calls me “Dear” I definitely will conceive in my mind that he is gay.

          And this drifted my thoughts to the time while I was still 19 years old, a young handsome boy and at the time I was still a virgin. I was just a year out of secondary school and still searching for admission into a university, I was not in Lagos which is my base state, I was in the east Nigeria, Anambra state to be precise and I was in my village because I had in mind to obtain admission to Nnamdi Azikwe University, Awka.

          The incident took place when I accustomed my grand mother to a distant farm of hers, being young and energetic I was some miles in front of her on our way to the farm and I was also a little bit tired, so when I turned back to take a view at her, I saw she was discussing with some of her friends on the way, so I decided to take a rest. I saw a pavement in front of a nice compound, I dropped my wheelbarrow and took a seat and was waiting on my granny.

          Unknown to me I was dressed in black top and black short and been alone there I was just in thoughts but suddenly a man just came out of the building and interrupted me in my thoughts, and looking at him he was young, tall and should be in his late 20’s. immediately he told me that something was disturbing my mind, that he has seen me in the spirit and everything is not alright, it was then that I noticed the Bible he had under his armpit. He didn’t stop there he told me he was a pastor and he began telling me about the exploits God has worked through him and he asked me to reveal the cause of my troubles to him, so I checked myself, I have attempted JAMB once and POST UME and I was not successful, so I reluctantly told him that I had admission problem and that was where the whole story began.

          The Pastor told me he is a graduate Anambra State University Uli and he also had some contacts in Nnamdi Azikwe University, Awka. He said he has seen me from afar and that the Lord has ministered to him to help me. He furthered told me he will be at a an overnight Church crusade that night in a distant village and I should come with him, that by so doing he would know I am truly serious to secure admission and that he would help me. He said I should come to the exact spot where we stood at 7:00pm and he would take me there. And I promised him that I would do my best, so he left and I was sitting and pondering if I would make it before my grandmother woke me up in my thoughts and together we walked to the farm.

          Yes, as you could expect all day I was thinking about the proposal of the Pastor, afterall as at then I was young and naïve and so I decided to tell my aunty about it, but I lied and told her that I would be back that night and she obliged me the visit to the Pastor without the knowledge of my granny.

          I met the Pastor at the spot and together we went to the crusade, however on reaching there I discovered it was no crusade, it was just a family he visited at their home to pray for them and from my observations that wasn’t the first time because they already had a room prepared for him. And so after prayers we had meal and from our discussion I observed he was a Pastor of God is still God inc and the owners of that house had so much respect for him, so ordinarily I thought I was in safe hands. But afterward I and the pastor was ushered into the same room, despite the comfort of the room, I couldn’t sleep because I was ,iles away from home and being with people I just met today for the first time I still had some little reservations.

          In the room the Pastor told me he would leave for USA in two weeks time and that if I am a good boy he would take me with him and the thought of USA was exciting to me so I said I will be a good boy. We were both lying on the bed when he said he had to pray for me, and I was waiting for him to say we should get up, but no all of a sudden he climbed on top of me I was sleeping back to the ground and facing the ceiling and so I concealed my body in order to refute such overtures from the pastor but he obliged me to open my body so he can pray for me and again I refused, it was then that his wife at the village at the spot where I saw him called him on the phone and was in a very loud voice that I could also hear her clearly, she said that boy you took away the aunty and grand mother is here and they are causing all sorts of trouble here, they are demanding for their child this night, “please don’t do anything to that boy” and she hung up, but those last words of her “please don’t do anything to that boy”

That confirmed my suspicions that the man was probably gay and I was not the first person he had attempted such on, and his wife was probably aware. When he hung up the call, he was livid with anger and said my relations wanted to spoil my chances of travelling to the USA with him but I didn’t reply him, I was just waiting on daybreak so I go back home.

          But that was not all and since I was in silence he thought I was in compliance with him and so he climbed on top of me again but I closed my body after he tried and was frustrated he practically masturbated himself on top of me and then he fell asleep. But I didn’t sleep that night I was alert all through the night. In the morning he prepared his sermon and had his bathe and was dressed in white suit like an angel and so we headed back to my village. He said he would keep in touch and I said ok.

          Now back to 12^th January, 2014 and I was thinking what if this pastor had had his way with me that night I would have been a Gay today, and this is not by my wish but by force, I would see a woman and I would not appreciate her. Being a Gay is not the worst thing on earth but before you are to make someone else a gay especially someone younger he should consent to it and not you trying to force him to oblige. Well I thank God for the experience cos I learnt from it and I applied hard work to myself and studies and I secured admission.