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Dear Taiwo.
HOW would I explain a mother out of the blue? How am I supposed to accept this reality?
I am 38 years old and to the glory of God, I have a good, loving husband, two lovely kids, a good job and a good life.

I never missed a mother, since the only mother I knew died six years ago. This funny and sad experience started December last year when I went to visit a friend, who had just had a baby. I hadn’t seen her in a long time; we were mates at the university. We studied the same course and were inseparable while in school.

We got married the same year, but unfortunately, she was not blessed with the fruit of the womb early like I was blessed.

She had to travel overseas for treatment. She came back home with a bouncing baby boy to the joy of everybody. I went to see her and I noticed an elderly woman who she introduced as the new housekeeper her mum had got for her to help around in the house. I greeted the woman and did not think about her again.
Funny enough, when I was leaving, my friend’s mum made a comment that she noticed some kind of resemblance between the

housekeeper and I. It sounded funny. If these words were from somebody else, I could have taken offence, but Seeni’s (that is my friend’s name) mum is like a mother to me. We were so close and since my mother died, I had always turned to her for motherly advice.

I went to see Seeni several times after that; even after her mum had left, I always avoided her house- keeper. We call her Sisi Mi.
I don’t really know why, call it intuition, but I always felt that she was always staring at me, and once or twice when I was left in the same room with her, I really felt very uncomfortable.

At a point, I started to ask myself why I felt that way and concluded that it was probably because of Seeni’s mum’s statement.

One, I cannot stop going to see my friend because of Sisi Mi, so I decided to ignore her and whatever she represented.

Early last month, Seeni asked if I knew Sisi Mi from anywhere, I said no. Where would I know Mama Londoner, I asked her? Apart from calling her Sisi Mi, we call her Mama Londoner. She had stayed in London for many years. Only God knows what happened to her to warrant the type of life she is living now. One day, Seeni said she would ask her, but I advised against prying into her affairs because I was of the opinion that if she wanted her to know anything she would speak with her about it. I never knew that what she would say about her past would involve me.

Early last month — February, Seeni called me late in the night and informed me that Sisi Mi asked her for my number. “What for?”, I asked. “How would I know”? Seeni replied me. I asked her to give her the number, I was also curious to know why she wanted my number.

After my discussion with Seeni, I told my husband what we discussed. He was of the opinion that something probably happened between Sisi Mi and Seeni and she might want to report my friend to me. I was confused because if she had a quarrel with Seeni she wouldn’t ask her for my number. Whatever, it was, I concluded, I would listen to her whenever she called.

Two days after Seeni spoke with me, Sisi Mi called and asked to have an audience with me. What for? I asked her. She told me it wasn’t an issue we could discuss on telephone. I said I would get back to her since I had her number.

I wondered why she wanted to see me. My curiosity got the better of me, but I decided I wouldn’t allow her to come to my house, since I didn’t want any undue familiarity.

I called her back and we agreed to meet in my church on her next day off, which was the following Saturday.

She was already waiting at the church when I got there. She looked much tensed up and I wondered why. I never knew she was about telling me something that would change my history.

I invited her into my car, because I thought, “whatever she was going to say, let me hear it first hand”. Thank God I did that because if I hadn’t, maybe every member of my church would have known my story by now. Definitely, those who were around would have spread the story.

It was a hot day, so I rolled up and switched on my car engine so I could use the air conditioner. I thought it was an issue we would discuss under 30 minutes and we would be through, but we ended up spending almost two hours.

I had to ask her to start from somewhere, because she said, “I don’t know where to begin” three times.

Her first word and question startled me. “Do you know so so and so?”, She asked me. She mentioned my mother’s maiden name.”Yes”, I answered her, she was my mother and she’s deceased. “Dead?”, she echoed, and when I answered yes, she started crying. Why Sisi Mi? “Do you know her?”, Do I know her? She asked three times. “Yes, I did”, she said, she was my only sister.

“Your sister?, I asked her, how do you mean?” I asked her again. “I am sure she must have mentioned to you that she had a sister called Clara, didn’t she?”. Yes, I said. “Well, I am Clara,” she replied.

You are Clara?, I asked her again. “Yes, I am”, she replied.

When she said that, I looked at her again and it was then I realised what Seeni’s mum said. She actually resembled my mum and I must have looked like her too.

She opened her purse and brought out some pictures of herself and my mother. When I looked at the pictures, I started crying, because some of the pictures were with my mother too. She had them in her album which I still have with me.

Immediately, I remembered the story my mother told me few months before she passed on. Could this woman, Sisi Mi, be my biological mother?

I have always known mum as my mother and to the glory of God, I lacked nothing and if she were to be my biological mother, I couldn’t have asked for a better life.

She had no children of her own and I was treated like their own child by both dad and mum. Dad died 10 years before mum. I never knew the end was near for her, when she called me on her sick- bed and told me about myself.

As at the time she told me, I asked why she was telling me all these, I told her I would never recognise another woman as my mother and there would never be a place for another mother in my life, and, believe me, I meant just that.

Mum told me amidst tears that her only surviving sister, who she believed was still living, gave birth to me.

Their mother (my own grandmother) gave birth to just two of them and my mother came almost 11 years after her. When their mother died, she had the responsibility of taking care of her sister. And, of course, her sister moved in with her when she married dad. Her sister became pregnant with me when she was in her second year at the School of Nursing. She advised her to leave me with her from the time I was 40 days and go back to school, which she did.

Mum told me that I was barely six months old when she became pregnant for another man and eloped with him to the UK, leaving me behind for her to take care of. According to her, she got in touch with her at the initial stage, but later, she stopped communicating. On her sickbed, that day she told me the story, she prayed as she always did that wherever her sister was, God should keep her safe and that she would locate me so that I wouldn’t be alone.

As mum was telling me this story, we were both weeping. I told her I had always loved her and would continue to love her. I didn’t need any mother. I also wanted to know why she told me she said it was important for me to know who I was and she also wanted me to hear if from her and not from any other person. It didn’t change who I was. Mum and dad adopted me when I was seven years old. Thank God, because I was their only child, and I did not miss anything while growing up. If anything, I had the best childhood any child could hope for.

So this is the sister who left me. Now how does it feel to come back 38 years after? She didn’t know why I was crying, maybe she felt I cried because she was crying or because of mum’s demise.

“What do you want from me I asked her?
“Please, my daughter, I can explain”.

“Your daughter? Did I hear you say? I beg your pardon”

“WHAT do you want from me”, I asked her? “Please, my daughter, I can explain”. “Your daughter? Did I hear you say?,” I beg your pardon. “Please, hear me out,” she replied.
“I am not asking for anything, you might even refuse to forgive me, I don’t mind, but please, all I ask of you is to hear me out.

“I might not have a say in whatever concerns you, but I am happy that I left you with my sister. She did what I could never dreamt of doing. If you had lived with me, I cannot beat my chest that you would have had things this good”.

“Enough of that, tell me whatever you have to say”, I don’t have much time, I told her.

“Titilayo, she said. I wondered who told her my name; life could be cruel. I am not excusing myself from any blame, but sometimes, you do things that you live to regret for the rest of your life.

“I am sure my sister must have told you I got pregnant and ran away with my boyfriend then who promised to marry me, and then I believed that going away with him would be a better deal than staying behind and facing the shame.

“As for your father, he was a happily married man who wanted nothing to do with me the moment he learnt I was pregnant. I was not totally naive not to know what to do with an unwanted pregnancy, when I realised I was pregnant. This made it difficult for me to attempt an abortion.

“So, it was, indeed, a shameful thing for me to become pregnant again, just six months after you were born. I felt lucky because my doctor boyfriend then promised to marry me.
“Let me tell you that he did not pay my fare to England. He actually lent me the money for my ticket. As soon as we arrived England, pregnant or not, I had to work and refund his money.

Of course, I stopped schooling and eventually lost the pregnancy when stress and pressure were too much.

“I worked my way to send Godwin, that was his name, to school and after he graduated, he quarrelled with me, sent me packing and married a lady from his home town. He is from Edo State.

“His excuse was the fact that I could not give him children. I was unable to conceive again due to the complications which arose after I lost the pregnancy.

“I stopped communicating with my sister after Godwin threw me out. This was because I used to tell her what I was going through and she advised me several times to leave and return home when I could, but I refused. In fact, Godwin’s issue generated a big quarrel between us. So when the relationship broke up, I stopped communicating with her for the fear of an “I told you so.”

“I had other relationships but my inability to conceive always ended the relationship, I could have married a white man if I wanted, but I never liked them.

“I came back to Nigeria a wealthy woman, but unfortunately, I was duped by a 419 guy, who was supposed to be my boyfriend.

“It was after I lost everything that I realised there were no friends. All my friends left and since I had no formal training, I resorted to the baby sitting job I baby sat in England several times so I had no problem with babies.

“I saw you and I knew I couldn’t miss who you were.

“I am not asking you to see me otherwise or forgive me, but talking about this burden I have carried for so long made me feel better”.

We sat together for a long time, not saying anything. I still don’t know what to do with her information. I haven’t been able to share it with my friend or husband.

I haven’t been to Seeni’s house , because I don’t know how I would react to Sisi Mi.

Seeni and my husband had asked what she wanted to see me for, but I told them I would talk about it later.

My husband is becoming very worried. Please, how do I handle this situation



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Two gay men were attacked by a mob after they were caught having sex in Kayole estate late last month.
The two men were beaten by the mob on the night of May 27th 2012 as they were caught in the act by passersby. One managed to escape while the other died after being stoned by a crowd of people.
According to sources, the two were food vendors in Kayole in a make shift kiosk in the sprawling estate. The deceased was the cook at the kiosk while the one who managed to escape was charged with packing and handling of the food.
Identity Kenya confirmed that the deceased’s first name was Kamau.
It is said the two have ‘been enjoying prolonged stares for month and the deceased made the first move.’ None knew the other was gay though they both identified as gay.
The two are said to have agreed to have meet up behind the Catholic Church building in Soweto estate at 8pm on the fateful day. From there, sources say, they began to have sex. The area is described as ‘deserted with bushes and a dumping site.’
In the darkness, the two were caught with passersby as they were having sex and they were beaten up after a confrontation. Later, a crowd milled around and started to stone the two men amidst insults.
The survivor is said to have been hit in the back but managed to escape as the crowd grew and bayed for their blood.
The survivor is said to be in critical condition after the beating.
‘His arms are broken and he is coughing blood and he has internal bleeding,’ according to a source who requested anonymity and who was familiar with the case.
The deceased – Kamau – it is said, was held down and beaten and later stoned to death. His body was found dumped at the dump site next to where they were caught. He had suffered severe head and body injuries.
Local police were called in the morning to retrieve the body that was taken to the City Mortuary. Report say he was buried a week later.
Kayole estate is a sprawling estate with a growing slum influence. The area is densely populated with the outlawed Mungiki sect adherents who target residents and extort money. They also dish out ‘justice’ to perpetrators of violence, disturbance or marital chaos.
The Mungiki are also alleged to have targeted effeminate men in the past with the most recent case being two gay men who were confronted by Mungiki men, abducted and locked in an building under construction as they asked for money to let them go.


Psalm 19[a]

1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
3 They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
4 Yet their voice[b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
5 It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.
7 The law of the Lord is perfect,
refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
8 The precepts of the Lord are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
9 The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm,
and all of them are righteous.
10 They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the honeycomb.
11 By them your servant is warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
12 But who can discern their own errors?
Forgive my hidden faults.
13 Keep your servant also from willful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then I will be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.
14 May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.


by Diana King on Thursday, June 28, 2012 at 9:08am ·
My name is DIANA EUGENA KING, known to most as DIANA KING my fans call me KingSinga.
I AM A LESBIAN … the answer to my most asked INDIRECT question.
I welcome the “WHO CARES” right now LOL.

I answer now, not because it’s anyone’s business BUT because IT FEELS RIGHT WITH my SOUL and I believe by not answering or hiding it all these years somehow makes it appear as if I AM ASHAMED OF IT or THAT I BELIEVE IT IS WRONG. I FEEL NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS … or I would have grown my hair. But all kidding aside, I AM a private person, but sometimes, one has to step outside of their comfort zone to GROW. This here, that I’m doing, is my road. Not everyone will OR is required to travel this way. Some people will carry this fact about themselves to the grave and that’s their prerogative but, a “GOOD” reputation can be a GIGANTIC LOAD in a girls backpack. I KNOW now that it’s time I fully practice the meaning of my face tattoo, which is LOVE YOURSELF LIVE YOURSELF. I JUST WANT TO KEEP IT REAL.

HONESTLY SPEAKING, I have always been AFRAID to admit it openly, because of the UNKNOWN of what it may cause negatively, to me my career my family and loved ones. But I realized that it is not my job to make others COMFORTABLE, I AM ONLY RESPONSIBLE FOR MY LIFE, the stuff U think about on your deathbed and at this point in my life I DO NOT CARE about the things that FRIGHTEN me anymore. My biggest regret is that I didn’t COME OUT earlier because being silent has held me back from being ALL that I was born to be. The DEEP FEAR that I’ve had, especially that my own JAMAICAN PEOPLE will judge me and not accept me because of their homophobia has been a heavy burden. I fly my country’s flag HIGH. Always with respect and honor everywhere I go, there is no doubt where I AM from, especially in my music. And I am nothing but PROUD of myself and my accomplishments, no one can take that away from me, IT IS already written in the History Books. But I often wonder, if JAMROCK would have STILL been proud of me if they knew the truth from the days of SHY GUY. So even though I’m a woman of the world, living out of my massive duffle bags in different countries, week after week month after month , JAMAICA has been in my head with great LOVE and absolute FEAR. The harsh reality that people like ME are persecuted, beaten, jailed, raped and murdered everyday JUST for being who they are or JUST EVEN BEING SUSPECTED OF IT. It’s what I saw too many times growing up in SPANISH TOWN and living in KINGSTON and it scared me to death. I COULDN’T WAIT TO GET OUT OF THERE. It is hard to imagine the anguish inside if you are not considered an ABOMINATION I and cannot relate personally. BUT GO AHEAD …….. IMAGINE IT for a minute.

And I can only image what it is like, living there and enduring that reality everyday 24/7 365 days of the year. I WILL NOT carry this baggage ANYMORE. In about 10 years I will B older than both my parents before they died. MY PERSONAL NEED to be 100% authentic and TRUE to myself and to make sure my children learn, especially from me, not to EVER be afraid to be WHO THEY ARE is stronger than any insecurities I may have had over the years. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN WHO I AM from the moment I could think and had even tried to be THE OPPOSITE because of society’s pressures. Trying to LIVE A LIE is horrible, whether GAY or STRAIGHT and for me, was the saddest part of it all because it only caused immense pain to everyone involved. I have been myself to the fullest ALL EXCEPT for when I came to my sexuality. And it is particularly tormenting U R a FREE SPIRIT. Only people who were very close knew because I told them. I’ve never felt comfortable being around or working with people who were UNCOMFORTABLE with that fact … and I thought for a long while that that would be enough. But it wasn’t and it is not. NOT FOR ME … it feels like living INCOMPLETE. I have MUCH RESPECT and deep ADMIRATION for all those who have COME OUT before me, Dead or Alive. I have stood on the sidelines COVETING your bravery. YOU and LOVE have given me the COURAGE.
I could have STAYED SAFE AND HIDDEN but for me, IT WOULD MEAN THAT ALL THOSE WHO HAVE DIED for BEING LIKE ME … ALL DIED IN VAIN. JUST LIKE BLACK PEOPLE WHO DIED FOR ME SO THAT I COULD HAVE THE OPPORTUNITIES AND RIGHTS I NOW HAVE … WOULD HAVE ALL DIED IN VAIN (and if U think some of them weren’t gay and lesbian as well U R sadly mistaken) … BUT IF I DID NOT or DO NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE FREEDOMS THEY GIVE ME AND CARRY THAT TORCH and KNOWLEDGE with DIGNITY and SHOW MY GRATITUDE and RESPECT and DO MY PART BY LIVING A LIFE THAT WOULD MAKE THEM PROUD, it would B like spitting in they faces. NOT TOO LONG AGO, I would NOT have been able to go to school much less college. Maybe I would have been ALLOWED to sing for them but NOT touch them. The mic I used would B thrown out AND I would probably have to open my legs REAL WIDE before I got paid a SMALL FRACTION of what I deserved if any at all. I would have had to use the NIGGA back door and stay in a THE NIGGA HOTEL. I couldn’t fly 1st class, PLEEEEASE try NO-CLASS, a girl like me would have to take a boat and keep out of sight at the very bottom. I COULDN’T B in the presence of white people if I wasn’t the maid. And if they felt HAPPY they might just celebrate by RAPING or LYNCHING ME. All because their interpretation of the BIBLE said, WE WERE LESS THAN HUMAN. I haven’t forgetten the PAST, the INSANITY but it is HISTORY and not meant to be a disrespect to my caucasian family. MY fans come in every shape, age, color, class and creed and I LOVE and APPRECIATED ALL of them. Weve come a far way and have a ways to go, but we HAVE GORWN. I’m not here to compare to fight or defend myself or to debate wrong or right. BUT KNOW THIS!

WE ARE everywhere and everyone whether U acknowledge US or not. WE R people U love and cannot live without. WE bring U joy and entertain U. Some of U have even gotten married and made love to our songs, repeated our quotes and have our Art hanging in your homes. WE save your lives in hospitals and in wars, WE defend U in the courts and stand up for your rights WE design the clothes and shoes U just have to have and cannot live without U hand us your money at the banks WE fly U to the beautiful and exciting places U love to travel to WE give U knowledge and inspiration everyday with our words, music and dance. WE hold your hands and pray for U on your deathbeds WE R your NEIGHBORS your FRIENDS and your FAMILY.

I am not seeking anyone’s approval.
The people I love and care about the most, love me no matter what and my true fans love my music and my positive energy on and off-stage. I have never been disrespectful to anyone, and have repeatedly shared my deepest thoughts and feelings with you and have demonstrated my UNWAVERING LOVE and COMPASSION for humanity, time and time again thanks to social media. I have been blessed with eyes that only see a person’s HEART, not the labels placed on them, whether obvious or not. And if there is a GOD .. that trait, my best quality, came straight from the ALMIGHTY. That is WHO I AM to MY CORE and I cannot B anything else. I cannot tell where this will lead but I KNOW, I WILL B ALRIGHT and just like ths status I posted a few day ago, I have two options



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