Greetings to everyone.
It has been a really long time, hasnt it?
I know. I was missed. People asked questions about where I was, what was happening with me. And, many wondered whether I was somewhere in a government 'safe house'. Ugandan euphemism for ungazeted prisons. They are. And, people do disappear down those black holes.
Not me. Was actually more personal reason.
The toll of life kind of caught up with me. I crashed, like majorly. Has taken me months to recover. And, the blog, both a blessing and curse, was one of my most enduring energy sinks. I decided that, yes, I would come back to the blogosphere. But, it would have to be on my terms.... I have to be healthy to do what I want to do.
This past month, I have been getting stronger and stronger. Picking up previously discarded pieces of my life. Last Friday, I was a guest on the BBC 'Have your Say' Programme. About a guy in the US, 18 years, who committed suicide after a roommate streamed him having sex with a guy.
Horrible stuff that.
Anyway, issue is that the whole cyber world is a blessing and a curse. And, it will always continue to be. My condolences to the Tyler family. The kind of cyber bulling which he suffered is very real. And, even when we read about the stress and issues of being gay, young, in Africa or out, the issues are still pertinent.
In Uganda, being outed is virtual social suicide. Matter of fact... and, something we cannot control. When a rug like red pepper decides to out you, you may have no control of your life after that. The kind of thing that leads to suicide.
And, by the way, a new tabloid has come onto the streets of Kampala. And, the first issue is capitalising on the celebrity status of good old gayuganda. Shit. And other top homos in Uganda. Shit happens.
Some of the pics in the rug are from Facebook profiles of some people. We can never be too paranoid, here in good old Uganda.
Here is a scan of it. Has names etc..
So, back with a bang?
Yeah. That is something that seems to be so natural with me...!
I am promising myself certain things. I know, I am gay, a Ugandan, closeted, etc. But, I will grasp at life with the whole of my heart. No more mooning about how rough life can be. The likes of Ssempa and Rolling stone and red rug will always be a pain in the guts.
What I am trying to say is that, I am not going to be driven to suicide. Not now. Not ever.
Be well, and thanks for pulling for me.