This is who I am
On the public pages
of my Facebook profile, I wrestle with the urge for an outburst whilst
exercising considerable restraint. To be honest, I don’t do much on Facebook,
the greater traffic of material comes from Instagram.
I take pictures and
write long captions to them and post on Instagram, with the option for the same
posting to go to Twitter and Facebook. Before Facebook severed the automatic
posting facility from Twitter, the bulk of traffic to Facebook came from
Twitter.
Other activities on
Facebook involves posting reactions to comments, I find I can get involved in several
discussions, debates or disputes, it is all good for engagement.
I am not taking that
However, the issues
on Facebook are some questions that get posted to inputs from Instagram. I was
kissing my boyfriend and someone I hadn’t had any interactive contact with for
over 3 decades came round with the question – What am I seeing? I didn’t bother
answering the person, I deleted the question and eventually removed him as a
friend.
Nothing is as
annoying as people who have lived abroad for decades but have not escaped the
myopic frame of reference that limited their vision of a diverse humanity since
they were in Nigeria. It is no secret lest there be the surfeit of assumption,
my normality is different and probably does not fit in the concept of the
normality of others. I am different, not abnormal. Difference is a function of
diversity, not one of abnormality.
I owe no explanation
There are realities
about myself that I know, and I do not need to explain to others, just as I do
not intrude in the affairs of the busybodies who cannot hold their counsel. All
the conclusions you probably want to draw have been drawn, I am not
conventionally married, I have no children in or out of wedlock and
fundamentally, I have never been attracted to the opposite sex.
It is something not
understood in some societies, yet it is fully understood in others from a scientific, medical, logical, psychological and physiological perspective that we
not only have the abrogation of Victorian-era laws but the promulgation and
enforcement of laws and rights for protection and acceptance of the somewhat
minorities who need not fear to be themselves and in that thrive as worthy and celebrated
members of their communities, little and large.
My life is not a lifestyle
Then let’s disabuse
ourselves of that misconception, lifestyles are about choices you can make when
there are options available to you. Sometimes, a lifestyle is an adoption of a
persona, a façade, a veneer behind which you hide, hoping no one would
find out who you are. A lifestyle is usually looking for a sort of conformity,
a pretension to normality you do not have, and you are constantly looking for
a mask when you’re not looking in the mirror.
Living your own life
is a long way from living a lifestyle, it is the point where you have become
true to yourself regardless of what others think. It is where your
individuality is expressed, and uniqueness is what you choose to be. It is
where your heart beats, your soul rests, your mind sings, and your happiness
begins to glow. Life is where you are becoming the best of who you are not caring
about pleasing anyone, but if anyone is pleased, it is a bonus.
Life is where you
have accepted who you are and know you do not need a cure for who you are. It
is also where you can travel with those who accept you and jettison those
reject you. It is where you soar like an eagle and find the champion in life
that you are. I would marry who I choose to love and marry, and we would
together decide what we want to make of our own family. Those choices would not
be made for me by anyone else other than with whom I have chosen to live my
life.
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