Me, I like fine girls, the ones wey dey wear short skirt… (In Nasboi’s voice)

I like bad things. I like the things our African parents would see and nod their heads in disgust. I’m attracted to the things they told us to avoid. I like the things they said would lead us to hell, the things they labelled as sin. Simply put, I like bad things. 

I like passion, I like desire. I like feeling that fiery lust inside of me, that would burn me up until the subject of my carnal desires comes to save me from myself, until she comes to quench the fire raging in my body. Alas, she could make it worse, she could feed the flames of the fire, till I’m at the verge of exploding. At that point, exactly at that point, she withdraws, and the flames die, and she lets out that cold, mischievous smile. You have not knelt down to worship her, you have not eaten at her table, you cannot judge me. 

I like being high. I like the smoke; I like the lights. I like the flight, especially the part where it feels like I’ll never come down. I like the blurry vision, the shaky steps, the genuine and reckless laughter that only proceeds from a heart free of all the burdens of this soul-sucking world. I don’t want to ever come down. Let me be as high as I can be, for as long as I can be. 

I like watching girls kiss girls. They say its not the natural order, it’s a taboo, forbidden, sin. I like sin. It does something to me that I can’t explain but it feels just right. 

I wasn’t always like this. The moment I had the liberty to think for myself and make my choices, I realized that I didn’t like the things they made me like. I realized that I like bad things. 

Let us do what the gods forbid…  (In Serotonin’s voice)