After reading this,i am actually shocked.i think this person needs your counsel but if you are homophobic,please,do not comment.
It was on Tuesday morning, after I had been delayed on
Monday for not proving where I was going, that I woke up and stood from the
couch to have my laundry. While having my laundry, I remembered my mother said
she wanted a set of my outfit torn because they made me feel feminine. I saw
the clothes, in order to be responsible; I picked them and went on to show it
to her so she could proceed with her words. When I got to her, I said, “Mummy,
these are the clothes you asked me to tear,” she first pretended she didn’t
hear me. I called her like twice more, she didn’t reply. So I decided to drop
the clothes beside her to go finish my laundry. As I was turning back, she told
me if I moved another inch from where I was, I’d be in trouble. I didn’t take
it seriously. I laughed and looked back at her. She asked me what my problem
was. That after all the punishments I had received from them, I still turned
deaf ears. I was fascinated as to what she meant, as I tried as much as
possible not to make my homosexuality be visible to them anymore. She asked me
what I had posted on Facebook about leaving the house and the interview I had
some time ago. I was shocked because I don’t have a family member on Facebook,
and I had posted that I was going to leave home on Monday, that was the day
before the incident, after issues of mistrust came up between my family and I.
She ordered me to strip and threatened to get me arrested. She buttressed the
arrest threats with the conspicuous fact gay people are opened to 14 years jail
term or possibly stoned to death. I began to cry fearlessly. I said to her, “I
am ready to go! I am ready! Would you look at me to suffer for something which
I have no idea about? Would you? And you called yourself my mother?” Those
words touched her. She began to feel. She was still telling me how their ‘God’
was against homosexuality, and how He (GOD) ruined the city of Lot. Between her
talk was when she touched my penis and emphasized that it is for ‘women’. And
that God who created it created for women, that it was not a mistake.
She asked me series of questions. She asked if I was
impotent. She asked who or what lured me into being gay. She asked more
questions I can’t remember, including how I was feeling as a man.
She decided to call different people, including, a friend at
school, a pastor, and one other woman who was supposedly her “Street aunt”. She
told each of them what I was going through, and they all had different views.
Her street aunt said, I am not sure; she was going to take me to one concoction
or religious place. The pastor said that it was madness that I needed to be
taken to the psychiatric as soon as possible. My friend said I was depressed,
that I had a lot of things I was going through. I laughed through all their
views as my mother cut to tell me. The one I would say was true was that of my
friend who knew I was feeling suicidal and helpless. I told him all the pain
around me, and he was able to figure my depression out.
As for the pastor, my mum listened to him, but their plans
didn’t work. Although, I was taken for counseling at a hospital, and I was told
that if there was no changes, they were going to suggest I’d be taken to the
psychiatric. The counselor had my contact, and she tried to contact me, even
till now.
After we left the hospital, we reached the church, one
celestial church, and we waited till after their prayer session before we saw
the pastor. After the bout, he reached us, and another part of counseling began.
He told my mother he wasn’t fine by the decision of the counselor. That it was
pure madness to be gay. He gave her another contact of a psychologist, but we
couldn’t go because my mum said she didn’t have enough money to spend. It is
tiring! I am just tired of everything, I swear!
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