In 2002, I was at university in Nigeria and standing for election. A magazine wrote about me and exposed me as being gay. This led the university to set up a disciplinary committee. I was very nearly dismissed. When I did graduate, people wanted to refuse me my certificate on the grounds that I did not have good enough morals to be an alumnus of the university. While this was going on, the then-president, Olusegun Obasanjo, declared that there were no homosexuals in Nigeria, and that such a thing would not be allowed in the country.
I talked with a friend of mine, who is a famous Nigerian talkshow host, about challenging this opinion. Nobody had come out publicly before. So, in October 2004, I appeared on her breakfast show, New Dawn with Funmi Iyanda". I talked about my sexuality, the burden of the HIV epidemic in the gay community.
The reaction was immediate and violent. I was subjected to brutality from the police and the community. I was disowned by my family and lost many friends, including in the gay community. They were afraid to know me. I was isolated, with no support and no job. The TV show was taken off the air by the government. It led to the introduction of the Same Sex Prohibition bill of 2006. All I had done was say who I was. Three years later I appeared on the BBC World Service. I repeated what I had said on television in Nigeria and suggested my government was using attacks on homosexuality to help cover up its own corruption.
On my arrival back to Nigeria, I was arrested, detained and beaten by the police. For a month, until I fled back to the UK in April 2007, my life was in constant danger.
Nassr, from Iraq
I was working for the Americans as a translator. When I got back to Iraq, I found that my house had been confiscated by the Mahdi militia. They are Shia, I am Christian. When I knocked on the door, I said: "This is my house." They said: "This is not your house. Either you go or we kill you." They beat me. They hit me on my head with their guns. I ran away, so they went after my sons instead. I heard they had asked my neighbours about me, and the neighbours had told them I am gay. I was now in real danger.
The militia captured my eldest son. They killed him to get to me. After that they found my other son and tortured him for information on me. They eventually killed my other son too. I fled to Syria, and now I’m alone without any family.
Skye Chirape, from Zimbabwe
As a lesbian growing up in Zimbabwe, I was non-existent and my visibility would have costed me jail time, "corrective" rape, forced marriage, banishment, beatings or even death. There was not one single portrayal anywhere of gay sexuality or lesbianism combined with Africanness. Due to my middle-class and strict Christian upbringing, life was tough and every day was a challenge.
Homosexuality was never discussed in the community, in the media, or within the family, unless negatively. Anyone who is perceived to not follow the norm is viewed as a disgrace or shame. So I decided to leave Zimbabwe for the UK.
However, while sexual relations between men are illegal in Zimbabwe, lesbians are not specifically legislated against. This has allowed the Home Office to conclude that many lesbians of Zimbabwean origin have not established a well-founded fear of persecution and do not qualify for asylum. After a seven-year odyssey of bureaucratic red tape, including false imprisonment as an illegal immigrant, I was finally granted asylum in the UK. I am now studying for an MSc in forensic psychology and work in the British justice system. I believe that visibility is a step towards fighting the criminalisation and persecution of LGBTI. I also feel that it is important to reclaim our history, as many Africans believe that homosexuality is a foreign import, despite the fact that it was Europeans who imposed bans on homosexuality in their African colonies. As a refugee, I denounce the two great evils that menace African society: hatred and ignorance, influenced by religion.
Ali, from Sudan
Along with 11 of his friends, Ali was detained when agents from the Sudanese intelligence agency raided a private party. They were put in solitary confinement in cells measuring 1.5 sqm. Ali was deprived of water and food for two days.Of the 11 friends Ali mentioned, eight were later flogged with 100 lashes each, while the fate of another three members, including his boyfriend, remains unknown.
They stripped me naked and they started to interrogate me. They asked me about everything: whether I was gay, about my friends, family, my politics and my LGBT association activities.
One of them put a pistol to my head and said: "I wish I could kill you right now." They dragged me by my legs and they tied me upside down, and they started hitting me with a metal stick all over my body; they grabbed my penis and hit me there too. They used the metal stick to rape me, and they were laughing out loud, asking: "Do you like it, do you want more?" I was screaming with pain and bleeding from everywhere. They kept doing it until I lost consciousness.
I remained there for almost four weeks and spent another three and a half months in prison. I was waiting for my trial, expecting to be sentenced to death. Then some family members succeeded in smuggling me out of prison and I fled the country with a fake passport.
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