Of secrets deep inside
Following on the
issue of acceptance and understanding of my parents and relations concerning
things that affect and define me, I realise there is much we probably will
never get to talk about.
Many decisions and
allowances have become the story I have never fully told, yet, I have friends
urging and compelling me to reveal more facets of my makeup.
Finding a new direction
Beyond that, there are elements of activism that I am not too conversant with, but I have experience of because of whom I am and what I have.
To some, these
issues are lifestyle choices, but to those who live within that framework, if
we could really make those choices we would have made completely different
ones.
There is no reason
to go against the grain to prove a point deliberately, we are not obstinate and
stubborn people geared to offend, upset and embarrass anyone, we are just human.
We suffer in silence
However, elements
of our humanity are still difficult to understand and accept; some of it comes
with fear, with shame, with stigma, with discrimination and sometimes violence
unwarranted.
Besides this, some
of us bear in ourselves a death sentence, organisms seeking to sap away our life
force and yet we refuse to give in – we are survivors, telling a tale mostly to
ourselves that we will see another day, another year and more beyond that.
Both different and the same
We just want to get
on with our lives and not have to face the unremitting scrutiny of people who want
to define our lives by what they consider the norms to which we cannot adhere.
When we do sit down
to talk about some difficult and hard truths, we might be different but no less
than anyone else engaged in the pursuit of love, happiness, peace, joy and a
life worthy of remembrance and positive impact in our communities.
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