So, I posted this video yesterday for #LesbianVisibilityWeek and I have gotten a lot of positivity, as well as negativity.

Normally, I wouldn’t address this cos I honestly don’t care if you accept me.

However, the one thing that is clear is this: REPRESENTATION IS SO IMPORTANT. https://twitter.com/jesuisjeane/status/1253651484945846273

I had my first kiss at 5, with a girl.
I had my first crush at 9, on a girl.
I was 15 when I loved a woman for the first time (although I didn’t know it was love).
I have also never been with a man.

One thing I know, I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED WOMEN.

My sexuality has never been a doubt for me.
I don’t think I’ve ever really been in the closet.
Everyone who knows me knows I have always liked girls.

In a way, I’m thankful for that because I know some people have it harder.

Up until 2015, I was pretty open about it to everyone except my family.

Growing up in Nigeria, I didn’t have anyone AT ALL who lived as freely as I do now.

I was born and brought up a catholic.
I’m the last child and the only girl.
I didn’t want to disappoint my family.

In an alternative universe, they would understand how little is wrong with loving the same gender.
My father would still dance at my wedding.

In this universe, the rainbow flag will become my coffin dress and they’ll talk about how they loved me at my funeral.

When they kill me

I struggled a lot with self acceptance because “being gay is a curse from the village and the devil, and you need to be delivered.”

The one thing I wish I had is a lot more people I could look up to growing up.

Someone who showed me that it was okay to be me.

It is so important to see people living a life that you think you cannot live in certain societies.

In 2015 as most of you know, my ex outed me to my family.

For the longest time I was so angry.
I lost everything.
A LOT of other shit kept happening, my mental health deteriorated and for the first time in my life, I lost all control.

I had nothing.

The world became too loud and I was consumed by the voices.

I tried to quiet the noise and I failed.

I was an abyss. I started to look for cathartic ways to feel.

The darkness became so strong, yet so beautiful that I lost myself. I became a ghost.

The one thing I realized when I started talking to some people was A LOT of us are going through the same shit. There’s differences BUT similarities in our struggles.

I started to fight because I realized it’s no longer about me, my story, my strength, my acceptance of myself.

No, it’s about US and THAT is why I live as freely.

Life didn’t happen to me, it happened for me.

If I didn’t go through everything I went through, I would not be as visible or liberated as I am now.

I have lost nothing but gained experience.

I get random messages from people who say I inspire them, how they look at me and it gives them the courage to go on.

To be free.

Some people just want to learn, listen, be better and that is all I could ever ask for.

The most important thing to me right now is representation, creating safe spaces and leaving my mark on the universe.

I want to be happy and if I can inspire others to be the same, I’d be v. content. Even just a person knowing that living free is possible? That is liberating.

At the end of the day, my heart is pure.

I want the best for everyone.
My spirit is in line with the universe and because of that, everything will align to my essence.

The universe conspires to be ever in my favour, never against me.

After everything I’ve been through, the journey I’ve been on and I’m still on, you think I am going to be quiet?

Lmao. You better just shut up and fasten your seatbelts because this is only the beginning.

Whatever death or hate you wish me, I wish you love.

I’m an all loving person, so I will continue to give and show love.

Love is the only law of the universe that is applicable to us.

Namaste