And my answer was, because it is home. Simplistic, yes. But it has the essence of truth in it. Literally I can, and most people can bear anything, because it is home. We can dare try change for the better that which we see as home, but not reject it.
But, you may argue, what of the fact that home rejected me? Kimbowa keeps quoting that there was a poll which showed 95% of Ugandans did not approve of my sexual orientation. So, why do I stay?
Again, a simplistic answer. Because it is home.
It is complex, the answer.
Home is not just the house that I grew up in. It is not where my mom stays, or my dad stays. Home is not only Mom, nor is it Dad. It cannot be my lover alone, though I am forcing that reality. It is not the siblings I grew up with, and those I did not.
Home is the clan. The people. The tribe.
Home is the whole extended family.
[Yes, citizen of the world, but I try to embrace that which I see as good, and reject those which I see as useless or harmless]
And those roots are very hard to remake.
It is possible. Many of my relatives have done exactly that. Not because they are gay, but because
So, why do I stay?
Again, because it is home. Nothing like home, even if it is fractured and torn, by war and hate and other things.
Gosh, seems as if words will not form. But guess that is enough. Isn’t it?