I am originally from Nigeria. As a Nigerian citizen and an undergraduate as I was back then in 2014, and still living with my family, sexual identity wasn’t a discussed topic in my home. But my parents found out about my sexual orientation on their own. I could feel the fire in my father’s eyes that day as he confronted me. My mother was heartbroken and cried for days. There was nothing I could do to help the way they felt in those moments, they were in their own world, and I was in mine. Their fear was hinged on the kind of society I was being raised. Nigeria is a homophobic country, from the religious to the traditional unbelievers, to them, people like me are cursed and should not be allowed to walk freely in the neighbourhoods nor even be a part of humanity and as such we are condemned to death even on mere suspicions.

I was lucky to gain admission to study in Canada. My parents were very relieved seeing me leave Nigeria. And while in this country I have come to realize how sweet it is to live my life for who I am.

I am comfortable being a bisexual male and loving it here in Canada.