Books by Ecops Dee
as a kid
Am I a boy? Am I a man? Of course I am black. Am I still a brother? Am I still a friend? Am I a fag? Who am I? Raised in the a country where good and bad are judged based on the interpretation of religion. I see myself lonely, always wondering if I am going to hell. “What if am possessed?” “Do I need deliverance?” “How will I tell pastor Jude about this?” “Why can’t I have erection for girls” “What is wrong with me?” “God help me!” These are the statements and questions that keep circulating in my thoughts whenever I sight shirtless black bricklayers trying to complete their work of laying blocks and plastering them to give a nice fit. Black Naija men, I would officially call them.
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