I always knew I'd meet a homophobe. I had been preparing for it mentally on how I'll react to his irrational views. However no matter how hard you try to prepare yourself, it will always be the worst encounter ever.
I am basically discrete. I am gay and proud of it but I am not out to anyone; not even my family. I have a boyfriend whom I love to bits; and am only out to him and his friends who are also gay.
Prince Charming had gone for one of those long trips that take him away for more than three-weeks and I was bored out of my mind on what to do. On that fateful day I decided to go with some of my friends and their acquaintances for some drinks and socializing.
We left around 9pm and the cool Nairobi weather welcomed us gratefully. I was somewhat forlorn because I had accepted to come to this gathering out of guilt rather than pleasurable acceptance. And I desperately missed my man.
We reached the club and got some decent seats and pretty soon drinks were been served. I usually drink wine if I am drinking at all but in the club we were served Tusker Malt and I had grudgingly took my drink. Conversation started flowing and pretty soon we were discussing topics freely.
The conversation suddenly veered into the much discussed yet mostly mis-understood Audrey Mbugua. With this a pandora's box was opened. The conversation took a rather homophobic tone and the young lady was thrashed and blatantly slandered.
I couldn't control myself and decided to plunge head-on to the topic at hand. I opined that since she was a legal adult she was entitled to whatever she deemed that was right by her. All hell broke loose at that opinion. My friend (who I now deem an ex-friend) grabbed my hand and bellowed that was Un-African. I looked at him and told him in a sharp tone that Christianity was also Un-African since it came through the White man.
In one swift reaction I was labelled a "Kuchu" lover and defender. If they thought it was offending me I found it how proud of that name I was at that moment. I calmly told the gathering of homophobes that in this day and age, individual rights trumped what society deemed right. They bellowed their half-arsed opinions on how homosexuality is not allowed in Africa. I smiled to myself with that opinion, before them sat a homosexual and they couldn't still put two plus two together. I felt immense regret in coming with them at that particular moment more than anything. One of my friend's acquaintances at that moment stood up while looking fiercely at me, he was obviously inebriated before removing his dick out in public while bellowing "suck my dick, kuchu lover"
Now that I took offense, I stood up so fast knocking the table and some bottles fell down. Looking squarely at his eyes and daring him to taunt me again. My friend saw the situation was spiraling out of control and managed to get his friend to sit down. I was still standing looking at him, my heart was pumping so fast and I was ready to get in the fight. Here was a guy, so dark in color and so out of shape that I basically found him to be disgusting brandishing his dick in front of me. I am kuchu yes but not any kuchu and won't take any shit from anyone.
I decided to walk away, my friend was calling after me. He caught me by the hand and I turned to face him. I glared at him and he let go. I signaled to the nearest cab, got in and left the club.
Half an hour later, the taxi was at our estate's door, I quickly paid him and got out. I was still fuming from the incident, anger had overcome me and overtaken me. I entered the house quietly and got into the shower, I couldn't control it anymore and tears flowed. Tears of pain. I have never cried out of anger like I did on that day and from that day I promised myself I wouldn't take any shit for who I was. The worst part was the humiliation I had been put through and I was overcome again. How badly I wanted to hit that ugly asshole.
I got into bed and stared at the dark ceiling, before long the warm embrace of sleep was over-taking me. It was the best feeling after what I just got through.
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