I decided to do this because of the whole “Yoruba Demon” thing trending everywhere and as a Yoruba man, I feel it is my duty to tell you my story to prove that we Yoruba men are not the demons you people think we are.
FYI, am not a writer so please pardon my writing structure and language.
I was born June 4th, 1987. Got 2 brothers. That’s all u need to know about my fam.
So where do I start from??
Ok I will start from my first kiss.
Back in the day when kids played in the streets, rolled tires, fly kites and do mommy and daddy role plays with friends in the hood (I doubt people born in 2000 upwards can relate to this, doesn’t matter tho, read on). I had a friend, her name is Katy, she lived in the apartment below mine and we always spent time playing games together especially the “mommy n daddy role play”.
One day I while playing the role of daddy and Katy playing mommy as usual, I was about to get the normal peek when I summoned the courage to stop her and told her I wanted the real thing. She paused not looking shocked but gave me that look saying “are u sure?” den I leaned forward for the kiss n she met my lips with hers. It felt weird but good, I remember the taste of her pink soft lips and tongue, it tasted weird but amazing. Well after a few seconds which felt like a lifetime we stopped and stared into each other’s eyes like WTF!! Well that was the first and last time we kissed and we never spoke about it until about 15 years later when we met again. That’s for another season LOL.
Well that was how I got my first kiss…nothing too dramatic
or demonic shey?
Next is my primary school tales with Nike, Helen, Tayo,
Bunmi etc …I will try to share as many as I can lol
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