FOREWORD: I would like to apologize for the two-day hiatus recently experienced here on KD by the admin. This was a consequence of an extenuating circumstance, one which has been resolved, and hopefully will not persist.
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I was recently chatting with a friend, and he let on to me that he believes he’s gay because he grew up with males. There was a custody battle over him when he was a kid in the States, and the judge ultimately let the decision of who he wanted to live with rest with him. Predictably, he chose his mother. Mother soon went on to marry a widower with three sons of his own. The youngest was a year older than my friend, and was his first sexual encounter some years later. These days, he’s still struggling with his sexual identity, and clings to the belief that his homosexuality is a choice he can put away when he’s good and ready. Whenever such a time is.
At the end of his narration, I asked him, “If you could go back to the time when the judge asked you who you’d like to live with, would you change your decision?”
Bisi Alimi is the first Nigerian to come out publicly, on National Television. The bravest decision ever made by any Nigerian gay person I’ve known. He has been vocal since then about the abuse he suffered following his coming out, criminal acts that led to his relocation abroad. He currently lives the life of a gay Nigerian who is free to express his sexuality and love whomever his heart desires, no hiding, no secrets.
But one can’t help but wonder, if he’s given the chance to redo something about his past, if he would. I asked Bisi if he had any regrets about his coming out, and the following is his response:
There are countless things we do which we ponder on minutes, hours, months, years after the fact. Decisions taken that seemed right at the time, but which unleashed consequences that don’t seem right. Actions with an aftermath that make you wonder where the silver lining is.
The one where you come out to your family to a subsequent backlash.
The one where you reveal your positive HIV status to a lover, to suffer the death of the relationship.
The one where you react vocally and furiously against antigay crimes, to become shadowed by whispers about your sexuality.
The one where you get married and find yourself struggling to make your spouse happy.
All it takes is a moment to make a decision, willfully or not, to do something that ultimately alters the course of your life.
Whether the proceeds of that decision or singular act are rewarding or punishing, if you had the chance to return to the past and do it over, would you?
So, let’s discuss…about the past, the present and the things we may or may not like to do differently.
I can’t think of anything at the moment
I think I’d love to have accepted myself earlier and not suffer all those teenages years lived in secret denial, pain, frustration and hate.
The past:
I’d be more vocal about the questions and thoughts I had since I was a kid. I’m finding it a little difficult, as an adult, to break away from the lamb-of-god image most of my family have of me.
The future: I just want to have shoulder-length hair and beards without looking stupid.
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As for your friend, he should ditch his concerns. As an only son I used to wonder if growing up with girls made me gay. But it’s a fruitless question; science has not clearly settled the nature-nurture debate on homosexuality, so we can’t say how much happened in the womb’s juices and how much happened outside of it. (Last I checked sha.) If he hasn’t started having feelings for girls by a certain age then maybe it’s not for him.
I would have accepted myself and my sexuality early enough without the pain I had to deal with, I would have gotten rid of the opium pipes long ago and become a healthier happier person!
I do have a letter I wrote to my 19year old self on my last birthday, maybe I would share it here.
Please do Dennis! Please do!
Haba D that should be your next episode on your ramblings biko! Without a doubt
*Sigh.
19yr old sef?
*lips sealed*
Cos that was when I had my first sexual experience with a man
I would have chosen to be born into a different family, not this charismatic leaders’ family.
Too much prayer and religiosity. Makes me perpetually scared of coming out.
If I were you I will ask for grace and wisdom to be the best and flourish where God has planted me instead of making wishes that betrays the fact that you are ashamed of your family. Well, you are not alone. That’s the lot of the average African. He feels so inferior and disadvantaged, wishing all his life that he were the man from the west who took steps and endured pains and made sacrifices to get to his present state. Dear friend,flourish wherever God has planted you
Looks like there’s something wrong with old people’s understanding this beautiful day. Where did you see anything about my family? I only blamed my inability to come out on my family’s charismatic & prayerful nature.
Better stay in your lane. Don’t just get me started.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be if I weren’t gay,and if I hadn’t as a child made that trip upstairs to my neighbor’s only to be gang banged by he and his brothers, I know for sure my life would have been ALOT easier as a straight man, there wouldn’t be the constant struggle to conform or the need to live a double life. Being gay in Nigeria is HARD! But there’s no point dwelling on regrets, what has happened has happened. At the end of the day its about making the best of what you’ve been given.
Follow your arrow wherever it points, as they say
Wait, when you say gang banged… Are we talking rape? And how old were you? *dreading answer*
O.M.G Chizzie! I’m really sorry hon. Guess that’s the reason why………………………….
No chile, it is not d reason 4 his meanness. I h8 wn ppl assume ppl r mean cuz of some “horrible” childhood experience. No, we’re not. We r mean cuz we simply r.
looool
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For me, I won’t go back and talk to myself directly. I will find a way to go back and ensure my elder brother becomes sensible and responsible that now I don’t have to carry all the cross of the family at this age while suffering in silence about this dual identity that I know will kill my family considering I am held in high esteem.
*sigh*
Just one of those rare emotional morning s for me. Missed this blog like crazy!
*Heavy Sigh*
I should have stabbed that 23yrs old idiot of a school father that faithful night he decided to take away d innocence of a 13yrs old boy or maybe placed a report against him!
I should have……. I should have………. I should have………….
Dear younger me,
1. Y d hell did u let so many men hit it bareback?
2. Y did u NOT watch more porn?
3. Y didn’t u invest in a good dildo wayyy earlier?
LOL. Such precise questions.
Lol, love it.
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I have struggled and asked myself over time this same question. I never knew I was gay till I kissed a guy so there are times I have wished I never kissed him. Maybe if I didn’t, I’d be straight and live a “normal” life. Probably have a girlfriend and be the perfect Christian.
Who am I kidding?
I am gay as hell! 😉
The words were juicy, the flow was like honey down my throat, this was beautifully penned.
Letter to my younger self? Don’t think I have anything to say to him concerning my sexuality. What he needed was strong mentorship, and that, a letter cannot provide.
I definitely would go back in time to gather more sexual experience so my 20 something year old self wouldn’t feel like I missed out on all the action.
I happen to have the same tot!
You two also started late? *late bloomer group hug*
Hug you back Deadly…eh by any chance u r top too?
lol nah
Actually, I’d love to reverse back to when I was still in my dad’s dick and just remain there FOREVER…
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LOL Tobex! Your views must always be warped ^_^
Lol! Oh Toby is it that bad?
looooool!!!
Probably having more enlightened parents so the idea of me coming out would be easier. My folks are loving and all but that would hv been a perk. I wonder if I would be gay if I hadn’t messed around with my family friend (around my age) but I guess it doesn’t matter. I love who I am…always have. So never had the self-loathing and such.
When I consider the tortured road ppl I know have crossed and are still passing through, my journey has been relatively serene.
Bizarrely, I don’t even wish I had any romantic/sexual encounters in my teens
The only thing that I wish I could go back and change is putting more effort into my sciences and maths ( I am doing now doing a science based course and the numbers are killing me). My sexuality? Nah… I kinda enjoy the thrills and drama that comes with it. The hurdles and bumps is just what I need for my boring life. I am too introverted and if I wasn’t gay, I wouldn’t have met some of the most interesting people I know.
I’d go back to secondary school and pick literature over geography. I’d pick technical drawing over agricultural science. I’d tell myself to be more confident about my abilities and not be afraid to shine. I’d tell myself to fight harder to study animation instead of a course that’s second best in my eyes. I’d stop myself from sabotaging my first ever relationship.
Geography was my favorite subject in secondary school….god I love that field
I would have known earlier that being gay was normal and inborn and not abnormal or being possessed;hence a lot of self hate and deliverance sessions would have been avoided.
Oh dear.. I think about it weekly… I’d go back to 2007.. And change something.. Something that still finds a way to bite me in the ass occasionally.
Oh and yeah, I’d undo all those internet datings I did back then.. And also, I’d choose a diff course of study.. Cos that’s how I met my first love who damaged me.
Hmmm Max care to share 2007 with us? Ah the thrill of knowing how the rape or kito was? Or am I far from it? Anyways it would be nice to know all about this fyne young man!
“Fyne young man”.. Have we met before?? AskingForMyPeaceOfMind
Max hmmm u forgotten me so soon? Ahahhaahhaha!
Allegations and denials *parking my Ferrari nearby to get this gist*
I simply would have not agreed to go upstairs to that landlord’s house where his daughter repeatedly took away my innocence and maybe that’s why I didn’t look up to the idea of ever getting a galfriend those early years! Finally found a girl in uni and disvirgined her and loved the thrill! Now maybe that’s why am bi? Hmmm who knows.
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I wish I didn’t start having sex at such an early age, I wish I wasn’t as slutty as I was in highschool. I wish I didn’t think love was for punks……and oooo I had someone to talk to about it earlier in life.
*I wish.
-care less, be more selfish
-be more assertive. Take charge. Not necessarily flamboyant
-have that senior, whom u will see bathing on the quadrangle in ur JS1 have sex with u…or be ur school father so at least u’d av fondled his dick
-NEVER let ur love for big dicks keep u attached to any. The sentiments involved will be kerp u in trouble
-start anything you take a fancy to early. Don’t let circumstances dictate
-don’t let anyone blackmail u into ‘lapping’. If they want it, let them ask for it…politely
-NEVER lower ur standards as far as aving sex is concerned. Have the will to block, delete or insult…and stand by it. Bloody goat!!!
Ugh! I hate lapping…. who still does that?
That was back at sec school. I still do it tho. There is so much big dick pumping my arse can take abeg. Who wan die?
In that case, trystham….I understand lol
Oh Trystham that was some steamy let out! Wooaaa slow down bae!
I’ve always been pretty adventurous though with a good amount od caution so I’d honestly say I’ve seen and done a lot of what i wanted to do, am pretty simple and uncomplicated. The only thing I’d do differently if i could go back in time are that i would have been less bookish, more self – aware so as to pick up the loads of cues i missed from guys who were hitting on me but i was too clueless and deep in the closet to realise what was happening. I only know now due to hindsight. If i could go back and change anything else, i would get out more, meet more people and be less shy… but like i said, i like to try most things as well as to live without regrets ….
I would go back and make my momma richer than my dad so that she could send me to the pilot school of my dreams in a gay friendly country.
Haha. Wishes and wishes. Chai.
I wish that someone could hand someone on this blog toilet paper (orobo) to clean his mouth of all the faecal matter he spews daily