Hateful Massacre: We will Survive

To be honest, I hate America from the very time I knew about it. It is such an unlawful country. Although, Miami beach seems like the end of the world. It is a country I can't live in, but could take jaunts to, or some vacation. But, hey guys, this article is not about myself, or what I'd like to do, or where I wanted to live in after I flee Nigeria. But for the society; our society (LGBT).
    It downed on me this evening as condolence messages invaded my precious Facebook homepage. I was shocked and bittered. I immediately wondered where this world is sailing to. It is so blurry. So unclear about its prospect.
     We, as a community, have suffered over unknown decades. Spite has been nurtured into our minds and thoughts, that of our ancestors, and of the future generations. It's been perceived that we are created different. And so,hence, we are open to violence. We are open to hatred. We are open to xenophobia. We are open to exclusion and vulnerability. This links me to the event that happened overnight at one popular Gay club in Orlando.
    Whoever this individual was, could he be proud to say he was born human? Could he have acknowledged the fact that his relatives may fall into this community? Could he had felt the pains he left tens of families? Could he? So draining! So cruel! So bloody! He left people, innocent, dead. He left them dead for no good reason than their sexuality. Is this right?
     Over 40 people left dead. This is injustice. This is inhuman! Justice must be served. There must not be mercy. Gay people are human. We do everything everybody does. We cherish ourselves, and we ask for inclusion. It can't be taken from us. Our pride remains ours. It is rainbow that we carry, it is beautiful, and we'll carry it forever.
     I can't keep sleeping every night, and always wake up with an unfathomable lots of tragedies. I am not biased about this. I am sure every other gay person identifies with this. And, it really is not dealing with a continent, but intercontinental. The phobia is an elastic. To me, it is not going to cut soon. It needs a scissors-- a well sharpened scissors, and the scissors is us, as a community. We must lend our voices! We must create awareness. We should be included in everything that happens, no matter how small.
     I send my condolences, again, to the lovely souls of the massacre. I pray for the fortitude for your families to continue. We love you all! Rest in Peace.
And, I, Seun Idris, assure you that I won't rest. We won't rest until they know. We are ready. Our lights for you, brothers.