However, I am back. And today's message is based on a lovely man who lost his soul terribly by painful, vicious mobs. Please, come along, and enjoy, in sympathy.
I eventually had the opportunity to log in safe by 4:30pm thereabouts. By then, I was so indifferent about responding to messages nor notifications. All I wanted to do was to find a remedy to bring me back to my normal after the network palaver. I even first didn't open my notification box. My attention was drawn by some funny posts at the top of my page. I laughed like that day was my last on earth.
To cut long story short, I decided to see my notification! It was terrific! About 20 group messages had entered! The groups I am subscribed to. I got angry that I began to question why I did sign up to those groups. I didn't know it was a vital message I had to pay attention to. I left my notification and to my inbox to reply some messages from friends. I did answer them, and afterwards, decided to open the notification messages. I went back to the notification and clicked a link. It loaded and brought a news that kept me hazy for some while. I read through the lines that were well highlighted. But something was telling me it was all a hoax. I stopped to believe the news until I used Google. Google was helpful. It helped me understand the issue on ground. I got back to Facebook in search for Mr. Olubunmi's Facebook account. Yes, I did. And I got it. Opening his wall were info about him and no pictures. Then I took a scroll down. The first comment I encountered was by his friend, expressing how much "happy" they were to have let a gay man down. The first comment was so vile that I wished I were the president of this country. I wished I knew the source of that comment. But in order not to contradict myself, I kept low. I needed to.
Still on his page were comments from several individuals who acclaimed to be his friend, till they confirmed he was homosexual. Below is the only proof I can render of Olubunmi's death:
It hurts me inside. It hurts me how my expression is someone's headache. Here's a message to Bunmi, and we related:
Dear Bunmi,
Innocent human being. People did not allow you to see the light of your life. They left your life at a place they don't ever want to go. They unveiled you despite the concealers. They left your life 6ft like you weren't them; as they were you. They judged you based on the pressure of tradition, culture, and, conformity imposed upon them by a 'god' they never sought. They never imagined themselves in your shoes. They never thought of their family with us. They turned their backs against you like you were a curse from heaven. It is a burden in my heart.
I know you were positive that you were going to live a life of peace and fearlessness in this hole one day. But unfortunately, they decided you wouldn't. The choice was no longer in hands, nor in a constitution, or God. It was with customs and traditions. Whether you should live or not was decided by your friends, family, and distant relatives. They made a choice. They called you a disappointment. They saw you as lame. They said because you are gay, you are evil, and by so doing, they banished from here, to the world of the unknown. At there, I know there's rest for you. I know you are sitting somewhere, probably, sitting and watching. Waiting for the change. It will come one day. Without you, though. But your name remains heart beating in our hearts. We won't forget your pains. We won't let your pain go in vain. Rest on, dear.
Yours,
LGBT Community.
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