A few days ago, cyberspace was in a furore over a certain Bruce that has become a Caitlyn. Some little children somewhere now have two grandmothers, instead of a Grandpa and a Grandma. I’ve got one word for those children: confusion.
Messages of congratulations poured in from every quarter; many people hailed this man for his supposed act of bravery; for “refusing to hide any longer” and others for “finally being his true self.” A lot of people said, “If it makes him happy, then I’m glad.” I wonder why many didn’t extend the same courtesy to Michael Jackson and Dencia.
Does changing our bodies bring us true, lasting happiness? How does one live as a man for sixty-five years, father six children and then decide to become a woman? Happiness, in my opinion, is a state of your inside, of mind. If you weren’t happy as a man, how can you be happy as a woman? Does changing your outer reproductive organs or gender-definitive features make a difference? How does wearing a dress, make up, having a vagina and being called Ms instead of Mr bring lasting happiness?
Someone said to me two days ago, “If he’s happy, then it’s ok.” And I wondered: what is the price of this so-called happiness we keep pushing for and should everyone be allowed to be “happy”?
The gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender movement has come to stay. In fact, outside the shores of Nigeria, if one isn’t careful, one may find oneself the subject of a lawsuit for refusing to accept this fact. Most of the gay community have become the new bullies. Refusing to accept them means you hate gays or you’re afraid of them. They’ve got a name for you—homophobe. But just like being heterosexual, does one’s sexual orientation guarantee happiness?
Three years ago, paedophiles began to call for the same legal rights as homosexuals. They want their predilection for children to be declassified from sexual deviancy just as being homosexual was, to an alternative lifestyle. Referred to as “minor-attracted people,” they protested that their right and freedom to choose whom to love is being stifled.
One in particular posited that his love for children would ensure that he doesn’t do them any harm. They claimed that their studies showed that children who suffered sexual assaults as kids have very little damage or suffer little or no bad side effects.
From way back in 2006, bestiality brothels began to crop up in the west and are growing. In Germany for instance, they’re called erotic zoos, where patrons can go and have sex with any animal of their choice.
In 2013, a zoophile group (zoophiles are those who love and support the movement to mate with animals) named ZETA, began to challenge the ban on bestiality. For them and their counterparts around the world, they have the right to have sex with an animal if they so wish. Do you know that there are animal brothels in Denmark, where animals are the prostitutes? Yet, still many people are also pushing for consensual incest rights: rights of parents to have sex with their kids, kids with siblings and vice versa.
Before we scrunch up our faces, do our “Tufiakwas” and “God forbids,” let’s be clear on one thing: it is not happening in the West alone. There are men and women here in Nigeria who are practicing everything mentioned above. If you don’t personally know of someone who does this, you’ve probably heard the stories. And all these people are only reaching for happiness, just like everyone else. Why should they be denied?
Have we carefully considered where the push to normalize everything is taking us to? Where do we draw the line?
The years are coming and are here, when everyone will want their rights considered and enforced. It’s my body, it’s my life. I was born that way. I deserve it—these reasons are but a few; more are coming.
We’re now in a world where the doctrine of political correctness and tolerance is more preached than the gospel. But are we ready for the backlash?
Our courts and legislatures are the battlegrounds on which these battles are fought. The newspapers will keep running reports.
Liberty without limits is the worst kind of thing man has ever imagined. And it’ll be our ruin.