My Dirty Boxers

  Abortion should never be categorized as a crime, it should be legal and safe abortion should be made available to everyone that chooses to opt for it. End the fucking stigma! (Photo credit: Google) 28 th September of every year is international safe abortion day and today, I feel a need to talk about the topic. I am never afraid to be controversial; in fact, I am surprised I’ve been on good behavior on this journey but, let’s have this conversation. Let me tell you a short story; there was this young girl that lived on Victoria Street – where I spent a good number of years. She was 17 at the time and had just left secondary school, she lived a few blocks away from me so, I know her a little bit and she comes to mind on a day like this. I was on my way back from work that fateful day; it was a Monday and I must have had a long day and wasn’t prepared to hang out on the street with men as we usually do on some evenings but, I saw a group of people bickering around the girl, sh...

  The man next door was an episode that left me with ill-feeling long ago, like this picture suggests, it happens everywhere... (Photo credit: Sonia's WhatsApp status) …It was a blatant attempt at confusing an already disturbed woman; his goal was to make her change her mind while he came out like a great guy that had a good plan for her, I knew he was of no good, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. This is the sequel to the story I published on the 21 st of April; it was about a man on my old street and his philandering ways in the dead of night on a cold day; if you missed it, here you go: Men are scum... The story of the man next door (mydirtyboxers.blogspot.com) I took a few steps closer. By the time I had a clear sight of the two gladiators, they had finished the back and forth, and the man was already on top of proceedings. The lady was smiling, but you could tell it was forced, she wasn’t sure of anything, but she had some assurances. I was particula...

  I totally believe that scum has no gender but the story of this man next door tilts the pendulum in the direction of my gender. (Photo credit: I've always had it) It was an ice-cold night, whatever it was I was doing on Victoria Street at 11 pm, I really can’t remember but the events of that night remain fresh in my memory and I feel I should write about it on a day like this, simply because of a post I saw on a group this morning. I think I remember now; I took a walk that night because I couldn’t stand the tension in the house; my uncle and his wife were in the mood again and I wasn’t enjoying it, I remember Titoluwani (their first son) asked me what was wrong with his parents, I didn’t have an answer… Story for another day. I was a few blocks away from the house, it was a long road with crazy slopes and I wasn’t exactly enjoying the wind because I was walking against it, I think I fell twice in the process but I forgot that immediately I got to TEM hotel, it was four block...