Source: google images (not designed by me).
You can't be scared of a mere colour! How does my colour scare you? How does it make you feel uncomfortable?
I don't have the same colour like all of you do because, every child can't be the same-- I am simply unique.
In my country, where I am a resident, I can't have the temerity to say this is who I am. I can't dare express how I feel, publicly nor privately. There are stalkers around, whose jobs are to look into other people's life and make them vulnerable.
In my country, effeminate guys are abomination. A person who identifies with Rainbow is a sinner, and must be punished. A man who ever touches a man is considered homosexual, and there are consequences to bear for any victim.
Which brings me to a very short incident that happened to me sometime in 2015.
It was in the evening of that day, when I was instructed by mum to assist her bar assistant in the recording of sales. I unarguably agreed. My elder brother was back from school then, but attended a party, which he returned almost drunk. He spent a while with me at our mother's bar before he decided to go into the house. As he left for the house, I got my P.C, rest my body on the couch, and started operating it. And then, the bar assistant came into the bar, from outside, and told me he would like me to teach him how to operate a computer. I told him that I know less about operation of computer, but I could allow him have a slight idea of what computer operation is about. I adjusted my body for him to sit, and he did, but leaving me in a kinda painful position. So, I decided to put my head on his leg. The enlightenment was going on, andI suddenly felt a pain around my neck, so I stood-up from that position for a massage, by me. So, in the process of massaging, my legs were on the bar assistant's legs; it was quite intimate, but with no sexual thought. By then, my mum came from the house into the bar and found us in that position. She was not meant to be outside by then! But she was given a wrong information by a stalker, who happens to be a less-observant type of being. You don't want to know who the stalker was! I'm sure you don't want to. Let me ease your mind. It was simply my brother whom I earlier stated came back almost drunk.
As my mum got in the bar, what she initially said to me was: "get up!" I got up. As I did, she felt my dick. Yes, my mum did! She felt this hardness that follows after ejaculation. She yelled at me: "what are you turning yourself into?" with a handful of crispy slap, landing on my face. She dragged me inside the house and reported me to my father. He told my almost drunk brother to get me tied up, naked. I was tied and beaten several strokes of the cane. Uncountable whips across my back. I was helpless. The only person that could save me from the torture was the assistant, but instead, he denied asking me to teach him how to operate a P.C.
I had gone through a lot. And still going through. I hope for a change now. I want to start to live differently. I want to be free to express what and who I want consciously. I want to be able to report any form of abuse to governmental agencies, like: police and whatever forces after that. I want to be able to have education like every other person. I want to receive good health services without hindrance.
We need freedom. Freedom should be equal, and not on basis. Nobody should be treated specially. Everybody is entitled to fundamental human rights. Nobody must have law in their hands. Regardless of who I am, or who I want to be identified as, I should be given respect. I should have freedom to private life, without stalkers.
Source: google images.
We want our stories to be Bird Set Free not Set Bird Free. We are fatigue about making awareness! We don't want you to know anymore, but we want you to take reasonable actions.
There a lot of members who have lost their lives during the struggle. Some people died in fear, some through assassination. Our members have died profusely through many causes. We do not want constant death of us anymore.
A lot of us are open to diseases. Some of us have contracted some incurable diseases, like: HIV/AID, warts, and even psychological problem (which I fall into). We are losing hopes in ourselves. We are living a life of carelessness, because we are not set free. We are humans like you. We are people. We breathe and have beliefs. Hear us!
Our souls depend on you! Africa, this message is to you. Our colours can fade, even if you kill us everyday. The more you kill us, the more we multiply. Set Bird Free. A bird can never continue to be locked in a cage. We deserve to be freed!
Source: google images
We are Rainbow nation. Our bird is colourful, and it is free! We are free! We are free!!!
#birdsetfree#
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