Tuesday, 31 March 2009

On Madonna and Malawian Babies

I sometimes find myself in a place where there appears to be nothing in particular to blog about; although in reality there is a multitude of thoughts taking place in my head at the same time, none of which has been articulated to the point of lending itself to literation in a blog post. Its as if the mind is being pulled in different directions. But thankfully, this blog exists and it provides a means by which to vent some of the emotion, the frustration and more. I think I need to learn how to concentrate on individual thoughts more consciously and do less of the cerebral gymnastics to which I am so liable. I've been thinking about Madonna and her quest to adopt Malawian babies. Why Malawi in particular, one wonders. I can't make up my mind whether I support what she's doing, or whether removing children from their culture denies them the right to their true identity. I do not believe that a person's true identity can or should be divorced from his roots, his history, his culture.

I've been following this unfolding story with some interest and sometimes, even amusement. I'm surprised when some people argue fervently that this fabulously wealthy American mega-star stands to benefit in any personal sense from her adoption of a couple of poor African orphan children. The way I see it, what Madonna has to offer those very fortunate children, is a life and a future that is beyond the wildest imagination of any members of the children's extended family; those who it has been argued should be the ones to raise the children. That said, I still see some value in the argument that the children are better off remaining in the community into which they were born. Madonna in my view is wealthy enough to uplift entire communities in Malawi in a very real sense. In this way she will be able to attain her ostensible goal of bettering the lives of some who are less fortunate than she is, but also be able to affect the lives of a greater number of individuals.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Resolved to proceed

I have just been through a period of self-doubt. Its not that I have had any difficulty being who I am, because I am proud to be me. However, being African, as with most other Africans who are like me, living has meant being always in the shadows, being always careful not to offend the sensibilities of those around us. It has even meant denial and self-hate for many others, those who lack the courage and inner strength that is required to stand up and speak out. But it is this latter course that I have resolved to follow. I will speak up because I have a story to tell. I have something to say. And I will say it, on behalf of and for the benefit of every other African person who is like me, regardless of what the consequences are to me personally. And unlike several others who dare to express themselves publicly, I have chosen not to hide behind a mask of anonymity or behind a pseudonym. I am who I am, and I am what I am.

I've been away from this blog for a while. I have even attempted to delete the blog altogether. I must have panicked. A few friends have asked what happened to the blog, and I tried to explain that I felt I was getting carried away, throwing caution to the wind. But what was in fact going through my mind, was a process of self-appraisal. I am a sincere person and I am true to myself. It is for this reason that I will not deny my sexual orientation, or pretend that I am what I am not. What I have decided to do with this blog comes from somewhere deep inside me. It is the truth about who I am. And since I will remain true to myself and have no intention to deceive or mislead, I feel obliged to proceed with the blog in the same vein in which I started it.

It is my desire to express my thoughts as a modern day African man who is gay, but one who is also intelligent, educated, sophisticated and resourceful. This is especially pertinent since I am from a place where people like me are misunderstood and misjudged by those for whom sexual orientation is THE defining factor of a person's character. As I continue with this blog, I resolve to remain steadfast and to hold tight to my ideal of being honest and truthful about the things that matter to me, the things that affect me. And also, to shed some light on what life is like for me and for the many others in a similar position.

Sunday, 15 March 2009

The Saxophonist

He was tall and dark. And he was very handsome. And it was to him that my eyes were instantly drawn the minute the band started playing that sultry night all those years ago at the late Fela Anikulapo Kuti's night club, known as the Shrine in Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria. The attraction was magnetic. I'm not sure that I remember which of his songs Fela sang that night, or how lasciviously Fela's female dancers gyrated their nearly naked bodies, or how amazingly the musicians played Fela's mind-blowing music. It was him, just him for that night.

The Shrine would on a normal night have a crowd of revellers something approximating 500, all of whom were dancing, singing, drinking and smoking, cigarettes and weed. This place was a haven for smokers of marijuana, which was illegal outside the walls of the club, but perfectly permissible inside. Indeed if you didn't indulge, you were considered freakish. The crowd typically would consist of a large contingent of university students, (I was one at the time), several European embassy types who were exploiting the opportunity to see Fela in his full glory, for a pittance, as compared to what they would have had to pay to see him perform in Bonn or Amsterdam; it was also an opportunity for them to let their hair down and smoke a few joints openly, without fear or shame. Then there would be members of the general public, the atmosphere buzzing with an electric anticipation until Fela started his performance. Then everyone would be drawn in by Fela's magic and the wild party would begin.

This was my first time at the Shrine, but I liked the atmosphere. The energy, the excitement of everyone around me was contagious and I got caught up in it. And so the band started playing and the crowd went wild, but through all of this my eyes fell upon this magnificent specimen of the African male, in the far left corner at the back of the stage. I don't recall how it was that I was able to make my way from the back of the crowd where I had been standing when the music began, to a position beside the left side of the stage, close to where this man was playing his saxophone so beautifully. I guess I just needed to be closer to this man, even if only to take a better look. From the moment I saw him I had not moved my eyes from him even for one second. It was as if a spell had been cast upon me and I was in a trance. I did not realise that he too had picked me out from the hundreds of people in the crowd. But just then, our eyes met while he was still on stage. And I knew. I just knew.

Typically, Fela's performance at the Shrine would last for several hours and it was normal that halfway through the night there would be a break, as this was a live performance. At break time, the musicians would mingle with members of the crowd, and this was the chance that we had to make first contact. I'm usually a bit shy and reserved, but on occasion I can surprise even myself by how bold I can be. Not that I needed to be too bold this time, because he too seemed keen to meet me. His gaze never left me after the music stopped, as I stood rooted to the spot, being unsure what to do next. To my great surprise and pleasure, this man put away his saxophone, came off the stage and walked towards me, staring at me. And without flinching I moved towards him too. In no time, we were standing very close to each other, facing each other our chests almost touching, seemingly relying on the pretext that the crowd surrounding us provided us little room to manoeuvre our bodies. He towered above me and I felt his warm breath on my face as he looked down into my eyes. He too must have seen in my eyes how totally mesmerised I was, because without saying a word, he put is arm around my shoulders and with his eyes signalled that we should proceed outside. I was completely overpowered by the raw masculinity and strength of this man and I melted against his body as he shepherded me to the exit and then outside to the street, where several others had made their way, presumably for some respite from all that smoke inside the club.

After the introductions, we were both pretty sure we were unto something. He couldn't keep his hands off my body and we stared and smiled into each other's eyes as we exchanged stories, still standing very close to each other out there in the open. It is not unusual in most of Africa for male friends to hold hands or embrace in public. I told him I loved the way he had played with the band, although this was not entirely true since I had been focused on him personally rather than on the music. As a member of Fela's band, he had been privileged to travel all over the world with Fela and I had just recently returned from a holiday in Brazil, something which I'd had to scrimp and save for, for years. Anyway, it gave us something to talk about since he too had once been to Brazil with Fela and we found quite a lot to talk about in those few minutes that we were together. Our first meeting lasted for less than half an hour, because he had to go back inside to join the band. But for the rest of that night I was on a high. I returned to my position close to the stage and danced and sang to Fela's music, knowing that this wonderful man was watching me and enjoying it too. I was dancing for him, perhaps a bit provocatively when I think about it now, but as far as I was concerned, he was blowing his saxophone just for me. He was watching me dance and I loved the fact that he was taking it all in.

When the show ended, I could see that he was unable to separate himself from his duties with the band. So I left, knowing that I would be back on Friday.

Friday, 13 March 2009

Its Quits

We've called it quits. It was going to happen sooner or later. Last Wednesday I think it was, M's football team Chelsea, (by this I mean M is a fanatical supporter), played an evening UEFA game against Juventus. M was supposed to get in touch after the match. "It'll be really late", I was told. And so, trustingly I waited up, even though I had an early start the next day. But my wait was in vain. Early in the morning Thursday, my phone wakes me up. It's M apologising for last night, although the excuse proffered was worse than what one would call a cock and bull story. Not being in the mood to revert to the way things were before...I suspect that M is trying to force it down my throat that it had to be that way or nothing...I refuse to budge. I had ended the relationship previously, but M had come pleading. Now its back to where we were before, and I was having none of that. Then M asks me if we are going ahead or not, and I maintain that if the relationship is not making me happy, which it hasn't for a while now, and there appears to be no attempt to repair the damage, indeed things were actually getting worse, then perhaps its better if we stay as just friends. To which M shrugged and said what was offered to me was the best there was on offer, and I replied that maybe the best wasn't good enough. And so it ended in an un-acrimonious way as possible. There is a sense of loss, but not much. I reiterate what I said in my earlier post on this. I quite like the idea that I am free again and can do whatever I want, whenever I want. The most important person in my life for the time being is me, and I am relishing every moment.

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Public Hearing of Same Gender Bill Today


Nigerian gay rights activists have told the country's lawmakers that a new bill to outlaw same sex marriage would lead to widespread human rights abuses. The new law would mean prison sentences for gay people who live together, and anyone who "aids and abets" them. The plea by activists was made to a public committee of the National Assembly which is discussing the bill. It is already illegal to have gay sex in Nigeria but the new law would extend police powers to arrest suspects. "This bill is not necessary, we see no reason why people should be criminalised," Rashidi Williams, 23, of the Queer Alliance of Nigeria told the committee. "I did not choose to be gay. It is trial enough to live in this country, we should not create more laws to make us suffer," he said. (In the photo on the left is Rashid Williams, a gay rights activist addressing the National Assembly).

'Fabric of society'

Under the new law anyone who has "entered into a same gender marriage contract" would be liable to be jailed for three years. The bill defines a same sex marriage as gay people living together. Anyone who "witnesses, abets and aids the solemnization" of a same gender marriage would face five years in prison, or a fine. Activists say the law does not make sense because anyone who aids and abets people to live together would face a tougher sentence than the couple concerned. The law would make it easier for the police to arrest suspects, and criminalise anyone working in a human rights organisation that dealt with gay rights, they say.
Church groups spoke in favour of the bill, saying that gay marriage risked "tearing the fabric of society". "In the Bible it says homosexuals are criminals," Pius Akubo of the Daughters of Sarah church told lawmakers. Rev Patrick Alumake told the National Assembly the top leadership of the Catholic church in Nigeria supported the bill wholeheartedly. "There are wild, weird, ways of life that are affecting our own culture very negatively, we have people who either by way of the media or travelling around the world have allowed new ideas which are harmful to our nation and our belief," he said. The bill's sponsor, House of Representatives member Mayor Eze, said the bill was necessary to protect the family. "If you are not careful and allow the family institution to break down, and the consequences will be on all of us," he said.

'Abomination'

Children wearing T-shirts that said "Same sex marriage is unnatural and unAfrican", and "same sex marriage is an abomination" stood in the aisles of the committee room. Ekaette Ettang, of the Daughters of Sarah church who provided the T-shirts, denied they were inciting hatred against homosexuals. "We don't hate gay people, but this is the public opinion and we have the right to speak," she said. Activists say gay people in Nigeria face violence from their families and neighbours every day. Two years ago, a woman went into hiding in the northern Kano State after reports that she had organised a wedding for four women - which she strongly denied. Also that year 18 men were arrested in the northern city of Bauchi and accused of participating in a "gay wedding". A Sharia court dismissed the charges and they were charged with the lesser offence of vagrancy.

Am I dapper or what!

Dressing up for work this morning, I've picked out a dark grey 100% wool Roderick Charles tailored business suit, oh, did I mention that its a 3 piece? Then I've chosen a white cotton shirt that I picked up from Turnbull & Asser over Christmas, a mixed burgundy, blue and white striped silk tie from Hilditch & Key, then for footwear I've selected a pair of Ralph Lauren wool socks and my lovely Church's black brogues. Why does the word 'dapper' come to mind?.. Then I've grabbed my faithful Bugatti trench coat from the cloak hanger in the hall on my way out of the front door and walked to the train station swinging my pure leather dark brown Hideskin briefcase. What the heck, am I fly or what! :-)

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

That Same Gender Prohibition Bill Again

Nigerian gay rights activists and mainstream human rights organisations are intensifying their campaign against the Same-Gender Marriage Prohibition Bill at the forth-coming public hearing on the Bill. The Bill was passed into the lower chamber of the National Assembly at its second reading and currently sits on the laps of the Joint Committee on Human rights, Justice and Women's Affairs. Led by The Independent Project for Equal Rights (TIP), gay rights advocates plan to voice their opposition to the bill and press for legal protection of sexual minorities at the hearing. Nigeria is among the world's most dangerous environment for open advocacy for rights of homosexuals. "This current bill is more draconian than the 2006 bill as it discreetly aims to target human rights defenders through which I am affected along side my colleagues in human rights activism," said Joseph Sewedo Akoro.He points out that the bill will fuel human rights violation on the grounds of perceived or actual sexual orientation and gender identity expression in the country. The public hearing on the same-gender marriage prohibition bill is now scheduled to be held on March 11. The bill will receive lots of discussion, after which it may, or may not be passed by the lower chamber. If passed, the bill we go through the same process at the upper chamber before it is passed to the President for assent. TIP is mobilising a group of human rights organisations to attend the public hearing, to give presentations against the bill and inform the House of Representatives the potential effect of the bill to national development and their obligation to maintain peace and orderliness in the country. If the bill is passed, human rights groups are concerned that the Bill will criminalise sexual minorities and their advocates. The Young Humanistas Network in Nigeria described recent remarks of Ojo Madueke, Nigeria's Minister for Foreign Affairs, denying the existence of a gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community in the country as being "economical with the truth".

Djimon & Kimora

There were reports early Monday that Kimora Lee Simmons and Djimon Hounsou were a lot closer than boyfriend/girlfriend. Various outlets were quoting sources who said the couple has been secretly married since summer 2008. The New York Daily News said the couple were hitched in Hounsou’s native Benin, West Africa. But a rep for Simmons tells Us Weekly that the report is only partially true. There was a ceremony in Benin, but it was a commitment ritual. "The couple is very happy and dedicated to each other one hundred percent," said Simmons' rep.

The duo -- currently expecting their first child together -- went to Africa to meet Hounsou's family and decided to have the traditional ceremony "since they knew it was a special opportunity to all be together," a source told Us Magazine. They "did it to show how committed to each other they are in front of his family," the source said, emphasizing that it was not a wedding. For now, the couple is "not engaged," added the source. "Everything is great with them and they are happily awaiting the birth of their child together."
“Both Kimora and Djimon wore traditional dashikis,” according to the New York Daily News, which had reported the ceremony Monday as a wedding. “She went whole hog with the African theme - there were African drums, a traditional ceremony with dancers . . . they even had a hut!” Present for the festivities were Kimora’s daughters Aoki and Ming, as well as a nanny and photographer.
“Aoki slept through the entire ceremony, and Ming cried. They were pretty confused as to what was going on,” the source told the Daily News.
Afterwards, the crew flew to Paris, where the couple reportedly honeymooned under the guise of celebrating Aoki’s 6th birthday.

Isn't that woman lucky!

Monday, 9 March 2009

Dear blog, I have a problem

I have been receiving telephone calls from M professing love, almost daily since last week. M it is who failed to send Valentines day greetings and was dumped as a result. I'm not sure how to proceed, although I have already intimated that for the moment, 'friends' might be the way forward. And I was just starting to enjoy my freedom too. But, when I think about it, I cared deeply then...not so sure about now, although the potential for a rekindling exists. And M appears to be hurting so... What shall I do?

Saturday, 7 March 2009

I Love This City

Its been lovely today. Brilliant sunshine. Normally I wouldn't go out on a Saturday morning, because it is on this day that I would get the chance to do the chores around the flat, sit back and catch up on TV that I've missed during the week and just generally luxuriate in the fact that I don't have to jump in the shower and dash out the front door to catch a train to work. But I did have to go out this Saturday morning, some matters which I was too tired or too lazy to deal with yesterday. Anyway, immediately I left home, I realised how lovely the day was. And because its Saturday, the roads are devoid of the usual rush hour traffic that I'm accustomed to on weekday mornings. Within an hour, I had completed my business. But it wasn't yet noon. And the day was lovely. So there was no way I was returning home to clean the kitchen. The West End, I thought. I haven't been to that famous part of London for years. Go on, go and have a walk around the West End as you occasionally did in the old days. I considered the idea for a minute, then thought, why not? So off I went.
Exiting the Underground at Oxford Circus station is a nightmare on any day. But on a Saturday at midday, there can't be many places more crowded anywhere in the world. And if there is one thing that I don't ever like to be a part of, it is a crowd. But climbing the stairs out of the station you would think that Oxford Street outside would be better. Wrong! Throngs of people of all shades and colours, of all shapes and sizes, of all tongues imaginable, all pushing and shoving. Had I made a mistake perhaps? Cleaning the flat, surely, would have been a better way to spend the afternoon. Then I remember why I had considered it a good idea to come to the West End in the first place. I need a pair of cuff links and some new M&S underwear. M&S would be out of business were it not for people like my good self, being a faithful wearer of M&S undergarments for as long as I can remember, trusty, durable, pure cotton and comfortable. The last time I bought cuff links was at Debenhams in Newcastle, where I had gone to attend a wedding. I know there is another Debenhams on Oxford Street, and a M&S too. Its no wonder that I'm here. OK, lets get the cuff links first. It takes about 25mins of pushing and shoving through this hideous crowd to arrive at Debenhams about 200m from the station entrance. Its a warm day for March, and by this time I've already broken out in a sweat. Debenhams is a massive department store and I was not about to start wandering around the store searching for the cuff links section, so I walk straight up to the first uniformed person I see. He happens to be a security guard, guarding one of the Oxford Street entrances to the store. In a thick Polish accent, he points me in the general direction, menswear he said, just down the escalator. I hate shopping, so whenever I have to go to a shop, I make sure that I know exactly what I want to buy, and as soon as I have located it and paid for it, I leave. I can never understand people who walk around stores looking at things they have no intention of buying, mostly because they can't afford the things anyway. Anyway, going back to my story, I reach the menswear department in the basement of the building and am accosted by a store assistant, a sprightly, vivacious but diminutive Ghanaian gentleman. Cuff links? Cam with me, he says. Following him, we turn several corners, navigating between row after row of men's clothing. Deh caff links are all over the place he explains. Finally we arrive at the cuff link section, but there are three caff link sections he informs me. So he shows me where the other two are and then leaves. After making my choice, I pick two pairs both of which I fancy equally, I take them to the cashier to pay. Then I am told by the Pakistani lady at the till, that I could have both pairs for the price of one. A special promotion, she tells me. Oh good. Leaving the store, I wonder whether I should enter that crowd. Surely, there must be another way to double back in the direction of the station, past the station and on to M&S. And then I notice as I reenter the crowd that I am not having to push and shove as before, and I realise that previously, my discomfort within the crowd was my own fault. I had failed to adjust my usual hurried pace to the stroll of the tourist. Now that I have slowed my pace, I flow with the crowd and it isn't that bad after all. I too have become a tourist for today. Oxford Street is London's most popular shopping street. I see thousands of shoppers, but I do not see many shopping bags. Something to do with the credit crunch perhaps, the recession? Its not surprising then that the shops are offering "special promotions" in an attempt to lure shoppers in. After M&S, and another special promotion, although I couldn't help noticing that the extremely polite English lady who served me was wearing too much make up, I decide that it isn't yet time to go home. But I must avoid at all costs that raucous 'Free Tibet' protest march making its way through the junction of Regent Street. So I head for a cafe somewhere in Soho, having first stopped for a double cheese burger at Burger King, where, to get to the counter, I almost have to climb over the heads of a Somali woman and her brood of seven small children, the oldest of whom was about nine. At the cafe in Soho I have a latte, sitting in the sun. I'm listening to Magic FM on my headphones and I hear that the weather forecast for tomorrow is cold, wind, rain, sleet and even snow, although today is so warm and sunny that I don't even need a coat. You can't get more London than that with the weather. There is a noisy man sitting at the table next to me, shouting into his phone in a language that I think is German. Man, I'm feeling good. The smells, the sounds, the noises, the mix of different peoples, oh man, I love this city. If there is ever a melting pot of humanity, London is it.

Friday, 6 March 2009

Dark Stranger

I met someone today. I had just signed in at the government building where I was doing some business this morning. After subjecting myself to the obligatory scanning, probing and prodding that occurs each time one steps into any public building nowadays, I was ascending the stairs. Then I sensed that someone was staring from behind, you know, that feeling you get when someone is staring intently at you. I instinctively turned around, just checking. And lo and behold, standing at security with arms spread wide while the scanner was doing its job, was this very dark African god. I love dark! I couldn't understand why rather than paying attention to what security was doing, god was staring at me. Eyes were instantly averted in seeming embarrassment, both of us. But something inside had made a connection, and I was pretty certain that I would not be leaving this building the same way that I came in. Upstairs in the waiting room, well, call me whatever you like, I selected a seat close to the entrance. And sure enough god walks in. And while at first god pretends not to be making a beeline for the seat next to me, god ends up sitting right next to me. Well, I've passed up too many chances in the past not to have learnt to grab the moment when it presents itself, so trust me to launch into a brisk friendly conversation. Pleasingly, god too was just as warm as I was feeling at that moment. This was entrancing! Then I was called into the office and had to leave god behind in the waiting room. In parting we shook hands, a handshake that lingered for all of 45 seconds, by which time my left hand had typed in those vital numbers and so had god's. Hmm, let's see what will happen.

A Sense of Elation

I feel a sense of release. I feel free. Its almost as if I've thumped my nose at my adversaries and suddenly, they have realised how futile their opposition has been. I have outmaneuvered them and it is a great feeling. But I'm just a bit sorry that it took so long for me to tell it to their face and tell it to them them as it is. Although I have had this defiance raging inside me for years, only now have I been able to express myself openly. It could be that I didn't do so before because the opportunity had not presented itself, and I wonder if this would have happened had I not started this blog. I am grateful for the chance to blog and to be able to publish my thoughts. Life has started anew for me, I sense the beginnings of greater things to come. Peace.

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Clara

For the last seven years, I have been the proud custodian of a 27 year old Chinese elm. I named her Clara. She was about 1ft tall as she stood in her tray. Her branches spread out sideways. She was the jewel in my collection of pot plants and was the cause of many an ooh and aah from the occasional house guest I would receive, especially when they learnt how old she was. You will note that everything I've said so far is in the past tense. This fuzzy picture of Clara was taken last winter, her sixth under my care. Last week, I noticed that Clara's leaves had all strangely turned yellow. I know enough not to feed until during the growing season, which starts in a few weeks when the spring arrives. I also know that I had refrained from over-watering and only kept her soil moist as I was required to do. I couldn't figure out why my beloved bonsai tree was dying. I read everything about bonsai that I could get my hands on, but could find no explanation for what was happening. Clara has finally shed all of her leaves, but I cannot bear to move her from her position on the windowsill. Its sad sitting across the room and staring at the skeleton of what was once a gem to behold. I'm sad she died.

Tuesday, 3 March 2009

It is Illegal to be Left-Handed

This is a crude attempt to re-post this. For those who are also prone to absent mindedness, you'll understand when I try to explain that I really don't know how I deleted my previous post on this topic. This is an attempt to recount the passion that surged through me when I first heard the news that the House of Representatives in Nigeria had passed the Same Gender Prohibition Bill.

With all the challenges that Nigeria faces, one would think the members of the legislature would be more concerned to see that their valuable time is spent on debating issues that really matter, and on making laws that are geared towards improving the quality of life for Nigerians. What we have instead is our legislators debating homosexuality, and in the process displaying a level of ignorance about it that is alarming. As far as I am aware, there has been no agitation in Nigeria by same gender loving people for the right to marry, so one wonders from where the need for such a law arose.

The constitution of Nigeria is a secular constitution. What this implies is that laws are to be passed with regard to issues such as human rights and with no reference to religion whatsoever. However, in arguing for the bill, we are told that, "Hon. Tahir, for instance, noted that the act depicts moral decadence in any given society and a digress from God’s purpose of creating marriage institution, stressing that such act as stated in both Islam and Christian religions remain ungodly act."

My view on this is that Hon. Tahir has crossed the line when he makes reference to his religious faith, which as I see it, should always be a private matter between the individual and his god, and should have no place in a legislative assembly where laws are passed, laws which affect the lives of the general population, including those whose religious beliefs might be different, or those who may have no religious beliefs at all.

In the report that I have seen about the debate in the House on the subject, another member (Hon. Igo Aguma) is said to have argued that “it is against my faith to have same sex marriage. It is against our penal code to even engage in activities that are as quarrelsome as this between man and man, as well as women and women. It is time for us at this point in time to think back and look at the scourge of HIV/AIDS. The greatest means of transmitting this disease is through the act of ‘sodomy’. Young children are already victims of been lured into this cruel and unimaginable act. It is an act of perversion.”
Again, this person has made it clear that his support for the Bill is predicated upon his faith. And while I have no grouse with people holding fast to their faith, I do have an objection to the matter of faith being put forward in the elected House of Representatives of a secular state, as the basis upon which laws should be passed. Also, Hon. Aguma has clearly demonstrated that his understanding of HIV transmission is limited, since apparently his belief is that the majority of those infected with the virus have become infected through anal sexual intercourse. One cannot but feel sad for all the hapless HIV infected people in Nigeria whose lives are placed in the hands of such people as Hon. Aguma.

Homosexuality is a small part of nature that has been present with mankind throughout history. Its occurrence even in the animal kingdom, is proof that its origins are in nature. The Same Gender Prohibition Bill when passed into law will not cause the sexual orientation of same gender loving Nigerians to be changed, neither will it cause the discontinuance of already existing same-sex relationships. Being gay is akin to being left-handed; being different from the majority, but in this case with regard to one's sexuality. It is the nature of a gay person to be gay, and you cannot legislate against nature. We humans are arrogant, and I will not doubt that members of the House of Representatives may believe that their power supersedes Mother Nature. What is required is education on the subject of homosexuality, which is based on modern secular rationality and science, rather than the religious indoctrination that holds sway in Nigeria today. Ojo Madueke our Foreign Affairs Minister embarrassed us all and demonstrated to the whole world how backward our leaders are, when he announced to a United Nations gathering in Geneva last month that there are no homosexual people in Nigeria. If that is the case, why then would the House of Representatives deem it necessary to pass a bill banning same sex marriage?

Apologies

I'm still trying to get the hang of this blog thing. It seems I've erroneously deleted my two most recent posts. Actually, what I was trying to do was to delete two unfinished drafts that I had in my list. But it appears that I mistakenly selected the drafts as well as the two recently published posts. How silly is that?! Anyway, I've learnt my lesson. My apologies to everyone and especially to CodLiverOil who added a comment on that post about the dumb anti-gay bill. I'll see if I can reproduce it, since that is something that I do feel very strongly about indeed.