Most of us have literally grown and come of age in the Diaspora, having come here when we were very young. I was barely 20 when I first landed in the United States and, like many before me, and I assume others that followed, I had no clue what to expect other than life was supposed to be closer to what was depicted in the TV show Dallas, which I used to enjoy watching before venturing to the US, than what it actually was or became.
Having been in these foreign lands for close to three decades, I can say I have seen and done it all—well, almost all and would some-day like to pen a book to memorialize some of it for posterity’s sake.
And, boy, do we have stories we can tell about life in America!
Some, we can laugh about them now but they were not laughing matters at all when they happened. For example, when I first came to the US, folded and tucked neatly in my suitcase was a price possession from my last days of high school: very expensive—even by today’s standard, pink corduroy jeans.
Yes, pink corduroy, jeans!
Now, without having any clue, I would wear these pair of jeans with a shirt that did not often match, complete with an eagle necklace and matching gold bracelent and head to a favorite club down the street with my friends in the hopes of, of course, ahh…having fun and bringing home a trophy to account for the hard work.
I did this a few different times until one lady friend I met in one of these excursions, and would later date, told me pink was a color of choice for homosexuals!!!!
I was shocked, disgusted and traumatized for days and weeks but I finally somewhat got over it.
I up-to that point had no idea that homosexuality existed! In fact, I refused to believe there were Kenyan gays at home or even here in the US until just recently when I resigned to the fact in disbelief when I was given names including some very prominent people.
What a shocker it was though back then when I first found out that homosexuality even existed.
Fast forward and these days apparently pink is a mainstream color but you’ll never see me wearing it regardless.
Interestingly, there was a story here in the US the other day where parents “gave in” to their 7-year or so old boy’s wishes to be dressed in pink and as a ballerina.
Seeing the way the boy looks and talked, one could not but conclude he is definitely heading there but the question is, where did that come from? Naturally? I doubt it; it’s parents like these who contribute to this anomaly.
Indeed, I told my wife when watching the story that if this was in a normal African or Kenyan household, the boy will be whipped so silly he will be seeing different colors other than pink.
I was bound to find out about homosexuality back in those days sooner or later and sooner it was: Those days, Kenyans used to have weekly house parties and never liked going to clubs (only handful of us were adventurous enough to do so) so one time there was this house party taking place.
Having worked double shifts in addition to going to school and after a few drinks, several party goers–all men–decided to crash in one bed at least to get some zzzs before facing another day of school and double shift of work.
The partying got louder into the wee hours so a neighbor called the police, who upon entering the apartment, found several of the Kenyan male partiers totally passed out on the one bed!
It took some serious convincing of these officers that this was purely an innocent thing; the dudes had merely gotten drunk and tired and decided to crash before time was up to go to school and work again, and nothing more.
Fortunately, the police believed us and simply told us the party was over, and thus spared these innocent fellas from being busted for sodomy, which is still a crime in Texas.
We may now know that homosexuality exists among Kenyans, but I still find it to be an abomination that must never be allowed to sully traditional notions of family and by that I mean, let the homosexuals have as many rights as they can have, but we must draw the line at not allowing them to marry or openly engage in anything that defies our natural orientation and sensibilities, such as kissing in public or otherwise displaying acts of affection in public.
I should hasten to add I also do not approve of even heterosexuals doing the same, albeit for different reasons which have to do with degree as opposed to the acts themselves.
Thus, discrete to moderate is okay, excessive and exhibitionist not okay.
My position is, let the gays do these in the confines of their own privacy and ditto for the excessive and exhibitionist types.
I know some would rush to assume I am homophobic by saying what I have but I am not.
As president of the Student Bar at my law school in the mid-90s and in charge of distribution of funds to various student organizations, I made it a point to secure funding for an organization for gay and lesbian students, which was previously shunned and ignored at the school.
Indeed, this was true of gay rights across the country at the time.
As it were, a leader of the gay organization happened to be a friend but I had no clue he was gay and did not secure funding for the organization because of him.
I just knew it was the right thing to do that is why I hold the position I do, and that is, let’s not deny homosexuals rights everyone enjoys but let’s draw the line on interfering with traditional notions of family and our natural sensibilities about things of this nature for doing otherwise would, indeed, mark the end of the world but as an Adventist, it just might also bring about the return of the Messiah—not necessarily a bad thing.