Essential Reading.

Gukira

On Saturday, December 1, I was part of a roundtable discussing African Same-sex stuff at the African Studies Association conference (#ASA2012—yes, American Studies, we will fight over this hashtag) held in Philadelphia. I’m going to weave in and out of what I wrote and also reflect, a little, on the session, beginning not from what the panelists said, but from what the audience seemed to want. During question time, an older gentleman who identified himself as Kenyan cautioned us that people around his area (the Rift Valley, Nandi) did not talk about sex or sexuality. He warned us to be very careful about what we were doing. This desire for respectful silence contrasted with another strong desire in the room to find the African homosexual. Repeatedly, the roundtable panel heard variations of, “was there homosexuality in pre-colonial African? Does the word homosexual appear in African languages? Where is the African…

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A Little Something by Shane D.

The sun glows
Shedding its heat upon us low
The wind blows
Pacifying the heat; chilling my soul
I got a’ plenty  to think
My story, things I must quit
A lot of balls and wit
Must I have  to uplift…
Amazing it is
How small things
Makes a man indeed.
I know not why I write
But I tell you, it lessens my plight
Comforts me in fright
And I drown in the ink, soaring upon the paper; indeed I take flight.
Am I a poet?
I’m thinking not yet
Its above the prowess
Composing without sweat
Painting life’s photos in many a few words.
I am just another tom
Wanting from society some
Respect for being how I’m born
And it is what it is; yes that is all.

Mr Society by Shane D.

Why do people do the things they do
Why do people disguise and act up too
I drown in a ‘why’ pool
Answers I seek, me  to pull.
Folks con their way through
I see these things and silence doesn’t make me a fool
I know, o yes! I know you.
You go by the name Society
I am humbled by your diversity
But why make some your adversary?
They are who they are without pretence
Govern them but not onto their door steps
Love is a law in itself
If for who I am I hate myself
How then can I love one else?
I might be your adversary but one that’s fearless
My heart loves who it loves and I care less
Hating me I’ll say is human less
But you are society and thou art soulless.
It’s ironical that our numbers give unto you life
Yet the fingers that’s fed you, you bite
If we all pretend and hide
Then Mr society I ask you, what shalt become of thee too?

The Silent Secret By dismus aine Kevin

The Silent Secret
By Dismus Aine Kevin

I know the secret
Even during my childhood days
Am different, I wonder why?
Year’s months passed, days become longer
Nights were nightmares

This secret, alone I share
Mother can’t understand
She loves me, but the secret will separate us
Trying to keep the secret,
Waiting for freedom to cover me

All alone in my dreams
Praying for God sent mate
Its forbidden even to the lord
Wondering who to turn to

Fearful to be disowned
Expelled from school
To be laughing stalk
I swear to die with my silent secret

Am only happy in my dreams
Why me? Why this secret?
Hard to share, hard to be told
Am meant to believe it’s wrong
Am reminded every other day
Now more certain,
The secret can’t be told

Growing older
Family pressures rise
Friends start to question
I know am different from then
What to do? Tell the secret
Oh No, it’s the untold secret

Dismus Aine Kevin
Director
Rainbow Health Foundation Mbarara
rainbowhealthfoundation@gmail.com

A registered CBO, in Western Uganda, that strives to offer grass root health services to sexual minorities [LGBTI]

Breaking barriers through grass root intervention

Her Life by Shane D.

In her everyday life
She tries to love and drown her fears
Treading cautiously through the lies
Hidden by smiles… I still see the tears.
Love is as incomprehensible as water
Stick your nose in your own business; why judge her?
She’s capable of love and that’s what matters
Why then does the society hate her?
So when things get this way
Sad and slow with a bitter taste
She squares her shoulders; mindless of what they say
‘Cos she was never born a waste.
The blue sky is a reminder of a full life ahead
She is inspired by the choruses of care-free birds
It’s her life she lives and none else’s
And she sees just how perfect the sky is with a ‘RAINBOW’ hanging on it!

Live your truth

Sisters Gabi 22 (left) and Dani 13 (right)

Don’t they just make you want to live our truth?!

Dani’s mo’hawk and style are basically very wicked indeed. Peep the colour of Gabi’s purse.