Angrily,
he storms out of my room. He doesn’t know I thought of suicide…that I wanted
life or nothing else. He doesn’t know that I always wanted to tell him .He was
here only a few minutes back. Telling me of the life he wished for me. That he
loved me.
I
hope this counts. He is my everything.
I
think of suicide again. How much pain would a noose bring to me? Can this pain
cleanse me? Perhaps from this imperfect skin, this imperfect sexuality?
He
has found out now. Aunty Kasalachi told him. So I will no longer be going to
the university. I’m no longer his pride. I only wish I had told him myself.
Perhaps I would have told him of the so many nights I wanted to tell him that I
was scared, that I still mourn mum. I would have also told him how much I did
not like loud larvish parties or the stench of alcohol, or that studying
Medicine was not for me. I wish mum was here. Only her would understand.
He
barges in again.
‘Dele! First
thing tomorrow morning, the driver is taking you to grand ma. You disgust me.’
He
shuts the door. A few seconds later I hear the door at the main entrance of the
house bang. He drives out.
I
can’t feel a thing.
I
want to scream, cry. I want to masturbate. I want to have deep senseless sex. I
want…I want to be held. I want to be, or perhaps not to be.
Dear
God, paint me a rainbow, forgive me. I’m
sorry for being gay. I did not make myself so. I’m sorry for hitting Jude in
the face when he called me queer. I’m sorry for not being available to Chidinma
when she professed her love to me. My Father, Abba Father, I’m sorry for
whatever I’ve done to warrant this flesh…if I could give it back, pick
another.
‘On
second thought’, daddy is now behind me, ‘leave my house’
‘Daddy
I’m sorry’
‘I
can’t imagine how a boy who I have slaved all my life for decide to pay me
back my being a gay. A bloody homosexual.’
‘Daddy
I’m sorry.’
‘You
could have been a smoker; gotten a girl pregnant. You could have even belonged to
a cult…bloody well raped a girl. I would have stood by you. I would have loved
you.regardless.’
‘Daddy,
please, I’m sorry.’
‘Noooo!
Don’t sorry me. You had better carry this homo you have brought upon yourself
somewhere else.’
Now
he is dragging me across the interlocked floor. I’m clawing the ground,
bruising. Dad is dragging me to the gate now, he is throwing me out. The
neighbours are watching. Aunty Kasalachi is watching. My Aunt, my friend.
A
few minutes, one or two. I don’t know how long. But the last thing I recall is
dad scolding me just before I choked. It had started working. Now this would
end. My chest tightened. My neck taut with lather. He was slowing down.
Everything was slowing down. Then I saw you mum. I saw you and everything felt
better.
Article 1 Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed
with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of
brotherhood.
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