Who could these stupid black men be, I thought.
Could they have been the policemen who were searching for an assassin at the gathering, at the club? Could they have been men like C. Boy’s father, whose reputation mattered to them than their family? Could they have been people like C.Boy, who committed suicide because of the trauma the LGBTQ community faces? Could they have been the government people? Could they have been you, or me? Who could they be?
I think, from the story, that the stupid black men were the policemen and people like C. Boy’s father. I think the stupid black men were the government people who signed the SSMPA into law, and leaving LGBT identified members in fear for their lives. I think the stupid black men are us, because we mob-justify innocent, assuage beings.
I so much identify. I try to hold how I express myself in the public. I sometimes like to wear things that are girly, but the fear of being gay or getting involved with police extortion or mob-justified or lynched, flashes to my memory.
This story reaches the root of fear for LGBT Nigerians, the law and Police. It is clear, where the policemen entered into the night club. It was an assassin they were there to capture,but it could have been them, if the police knew they were LGBT. It could have been them if they found some implicating proofs. They were terrified for their lives, which could have ended, in their own birth place, by their own brothers, for being human, peradventure.
The story talks about how far a family could go because their child is homosexual. We clearly saw C.Boy’s father asking no one to talk about the causation of his son’s death, which is linked to being gay, to anyone. They even went as far as not being at the ground for his burial. All C. Boy’s father cared about was C. Boy studying Engineering and being the normal type of man. It is not benign.
I see the ardent drive of C. Boy, from changing his course at school, spending few times in class, and more on the inception of a club, which would later be a domicile for LGBT of that native. I see how passionate he was, that he used his personal income to run organization. And when he was asked to seek international aid, he refused, believing we’d have the finances to take care of our shits, one day, without depending.
This excerpt above is really catchy. It opens the phase and belief of some Africans towards depression, and how they liken it to being gay, that is, a foreign import. It is a kind of stupidity, honestly.
I am not surprised that he’d uttered that. And, for the fact that he was a final year student- in the social sciences- it is quite baffling, embarrassing, and contradictory.
I’ll talk a little about being depressed, and the difference between depression and being gay, not being near guising sophistication.
Depression is garnered through our daily experiences as human. And depression can, most times, be a choice. I can be straight, African, and, depressed. So as being gay.
I think the most vulnerable set of groups are the LGBT people, apart from them, the people facing war in their countries, like: Syria, Yemen, and other unheard. These sets of people, especially in Africa and the gay community, struggle for their lives. They are being turned down by their countries or families, which is rather saddening, and, at the same time, worth being depressed.
Africans don’t suffer depression. It’s one of those fashionable things black men say to sound sophisticated.
The above quote equals nonsense, tommyrot. Comparing depression to something more bodily than mental. It is not strange, but foolish? It is. That is to say,to him, being depressed is something that shouldn’t exist in the black man world, just like being gay. That is to say that, Africans/Blacks are different from other races, especially the whites- which, apparently, divides humanity.
I see an ideology of racism; that is to say, the sayer has Racial preference, and he believes that a race is more sentimental, hearty, or even, better than the other. That is an offence to humanity.
Being gay is not a choice, which has made the quote so flat, like a bottle of cold beer.
You can’t compare being gay to being depressed, albeit, they have a connection around being human. And there’s no sophistication, to Africans, in saying, “Hi, I am depressed and gay.” NO SOPHISTICATION, absolutely. It is rather taken as an abormination than the sophisticated nonsense.
I commend the handiwork of Daoud. He has spoken our struggles through those beautiful characters. I feel proud.
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