You see, the things we hate so much, have truly beautiful stories behind them; we tend to forget that. We forget the beautiful and powerful stories our bodies tell.
Next time you’re standing in the mirror picking yourself apart, I want you to ask yourself…
First off, I don’t use the phrase ‘coming out’ anymore. I use ‘invited in’ -I don’t believe that I was ever in a closet. I have always been myself.
Being raised Catholic in Nigeria, one of the most homophobic countries in the world was very tough.
As I got older, I never stopped being attracted to women. I did my due diligence and married a man, bore three fine children, but my attraction remained.
It was only at the age of 42, after my first marriage ended that I finally decided to live in authenticity. That’s when I decided to stop living for others. To start living for myself.
Soon after that I met my now ex-wife, and the rest as they say is history.
I could hear the pitter patter of my children’s feet running around and their laughter filling the air. Such a divine moment, I could feel peacefulness wrapping itself all around me.
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