The Chronicles of Naija : 419ers of Love

Like a lot of Nigerian men, Lekkan tends to think that after a sweet night of passion - though I have to admit this one was good - he's got me all wrapped around his finger.  That (I should think) we are now an item.

Isn't it what having sex means? The physical sealing of a deal, that which involves honesty, exclusivity, and longevity?

No! It shouldn't matter how many guys he's slept with in the past month (or days!), or the fact that he is kind of seeing someone at the moment. That pact only makes sense with me. I've got a special place in his heart, you know.

I'm back in Ibadan now, and Lekkan is feeling quite lonely down in Lagos. He needs friends, and since he doesn't know where to find them, it's only natural he should turn to me for help. 

We've got a bond now; we've got to help each other out!
He's not picky at all, as he's interested in friendship, real friendship, to keep him busy and away from trouble.

Why, yes. I've  got a special place in his heart. Don't you remember? 

But because he can't be friends with just everybody (who could?), he asks me to make a tiny little pre-selection for him (totally understandable!). I should only get him in touch with men who are "cute like models, tall, and masculine."
Didn't you know that it's where true friendship stems from?

Bitch please!

I truly don't mind the gray areas, and I would be more than glad to help (poor!) Lekkan fill the hole in his life (or someone else's, for that matter) if his lies weren't obvious to the point of being insulting.

The sad thing is that I've seen many boys act this way with one another, which can only mean one thing: some people actually do fall for this kind of blatant stupidity.
Even though I know this problem mirrors deeper societal issues, I can't help but feel sick when I think of Lekkan and the likes of him.
The 419ers of love.