he was one of my befriended men, when I was in Nigeria 2 years ago. and that was November, 2015.

I was attracted by his honest face and rustic palms , which were infested with calluses. and he seemed to like reading books. for the first time we met, I saw he was reading a book, although a simple one , not a masterpiece.

I singled out some words which I guessed he might not understand, and he struggled to explain their meanings by the context. anyway, we got in touch. and I gave him some masterpieces , for which he thanked me a lot.

I lost contact with him for 2 years, and in my memory , he was one of those few gentlemen I have ever met in a continent of turmoil.

However , this time when I came back to Nigeria, I resumed our connection. and the first word from his mouth was "money" , coming with an indication of sex.

he was 50 years old, a father of 2 kids. I could understand his toiling live. but what a surprise !

I never imagined I could be so close to what I have dreamed for such a long time : his dick !

I even cringed for that, because it sounded too easy to get it.

Did I really come here?