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.

YES!! I AM A LESBIAN
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 … WOMAN … MOTHER … AUNT … JAMAICAN … AMERICAN … INTERNATIONAL ARTIST … SINGER … SONGWRITER … BAND LEADER … FRIEND … LOVER … ENTREPRENEUR … GODDESS! among other things AND YES!!!…
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
“I KNOW not just BELIEVE, THAT IF I LEAP OFF THIS LEDGE INTO THE DARKNESS OF WHAT IS UNCERTAIN … I WILL EITHER LAND ON MY FEET ON SOMETHING STRONG or I WILL GROW WINGS AND FLY.

As usual, MUCH LUV AND GOOD VIBES TO U ALL. AND IF U DECIDE NOW THAT U DO NOT “LOVE” ME ANYMORE … KNOW THIS!!! NOTHING WILL EVER MAKE ME STOP LOVING U.

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‘General Starkey’ lived only one score and six years
BY KARYL WALKER Sunday Observer staff reporter [email protected]
Sunday, February 03, 2008

NO chronicle on Jamaica’s most notorious badmen could be complete without mention of People’s National Party (PNP) political thug, Anthony Tingle, better known as ‘General Starkey’.
Like all political enforcers who took the plunge into the dark world of crime in the 1970s, General Starkey was a product of the divisive political system which started after the 1944 general elections – the first general elections after Universal Adult Suffrage was achieved.
General Starkey his crony, ‘Hutch’ and their gang ran amok in the Arnett Gardens and Jones Town communities after the fall of Burry Boy and Feathermop in 1975. After Burry Boy and Feathermop died, the breach was easy to fill.
Political enforcers came crawling out of the woodwork. Many of the young men in the poor ghetto areas were attracted to the lifestyles of the leading political thugs and provided a pool of criminal talent from which political bosses could draw.
Starkey and Hutch took their name from a popular American television crime series featuring two cops called Starksy and Hutch.
Following in the footsteps of those that tread the treacherous path of political thuggery before them, Starkey and Hutch filled the void left by their immediate predecessors, with an even more vicious approach.
The 1978 peace treaty, which was conceptualised by rival gang leaders Claudius Massop (of JLP aligned Tivoli Gardens) and Aston ‘Bucky Marshall’ Thompson (of PNP stronghold of Matthews Lane), and resulted in a peace concert at the National Stadium in April of that year when Bob Marley invited then Prime Minister Michael Manley and Opposition Leader Edward Seaga on stage for a symbolic peace gesture, was standing on shaky ground.
The breakdown in relations between the rival political tribes was the result of a series of events.
Months after the peace treaty was hatched, fans from both communities who attended a football match between Arnett Gardens and Tivoli Gardens, which was organised to reinforce trust between both factions, broke out fighting after a series of taunts and counter-taunts inside the stands at the National Stadium.
After the match, a bloody brawl broke out in the stadium parking lot and several fans from both sides sustained serious knife injuries. It is said that General Starkey was one of the main antagonists and that he personally injured some of the opposing supporters during the skirmish.
Starkey was said not be in favour of the peace treaty and used the incident as a catalyst to remove the protectors of the peace in communities he roamed through.
Soon after the incident at the stadium, it was revealed that members of the Central Peace Council had swindled more than $30,000 – a significant sum at the time – from the council’s coffers.
With the disintegration of the truce, political gunmen who had been itching to do what they did best, had no restraints giving rise to a bloody tribal war which led to more than 800 persons being killed in 1980.
Those were the times when General Starkey and his gang would wage battle against a gang known as the ‘Rema 13’ – which included JLP thugs such as ‘Curly Locks’, ‘Bam Bam’, ‘Coolie Paul’ and ‘Fisherman’ – causing countless fatalities and leaving hundreds of families homeless.
But General Starkey’s life of crime began long before those turbulent tempestuous times.
In 1977, he topped the police most wanted list and a reward of $3,000 was posted for his capture. The posting of General Starkey as a most wanted criminal by police was frowned upon by the PNP’s youth organisation, who issued a statement saying the PNPYO was ‘extremely disturbed’.
More than six months later, that party’s disciplinary committee suspended the PNPYO president, Paul Burke, for issuing the statement. Burke’s suspension was a signal that the inventors of the political monsters, were now fed up with their creations and were sanctioning their demise. In 1978, police killed more than 30 persons who were listed on their top 40 most wanted list.
While General Starkey was on the most wanted list, he would came face to face in battle with a streetwise, ‘tough nut’ policeman who at the time took it upon himself to hound and flush out wanted fugitives.
The cop, Keith Gardner, known in the streets as ‘Trinity’ and who is now an assistant commissioner of police, reportedly drove into General Starkey’s lair in Jones Town and confronted the gangster. The result was a running gunbattle between the cop and fugitive in the streets of the impoverished community.
General Starkey managed to elude ‘Trinity’ on that occasion and because of his community defender status at the time, residents of Jones Town, set the vehicle in which ‘Trinity’ was travelling alight, burning it to a crisp.
In January of the following year, General Starkey, gave himself up and was charged with two counts of rape and shooting with intent.
The culture in which witnesses are afraid to come forward with evidence was very much alive in the 1970s as it is today and General Starkey was soon back on the streets as no evidence was offered against him.
A year later, General Starkey’s name was again on police files and he was again wanted by law enforcement for his alleged involvement in another set of shooting charges.
With the walls of the law closing in around him, the fugitive fled the island and turned up in Canada, where two days after his arrival, The Canadian Royal Mounted Police arrested and charged him with three counts of attempted murder and other charges. He was sentenced by a Toronto court to four years imprisonment at hard labour.
By July 1980, General Starkey was deported to Jamaica, where he was again shackled and charged by local cops for shooting with intent and illegal possession of a firearm.
However, on September 19 of that same year, General Starkey was back on the streets after no one turned up at the Gun Court to give evidence against him.
But like all those criminals before him, General Starkey’s rein at the top of the criminal mole hill was brief.
After being one of the main political enforcers in Arnett Gardens for the better part of three years, General Starkey and his gang fell out of favour with elements inside the community and were forced to relocate to nearby Jones Town.
The dispute that led to General Starkey’s expulsion is said to have had its genesis in the murder of a betting shop clerk on Lincoln Crescent in Arnett Gardens in May 1981. The killing of the woman did not go do well with some of the ‘Junglists’ who blamed Starkey’s gang.
Minutes after the shooting a man was held and taken to the scene of the crime and shot dead. His killers tagged his body ‘This killer of the betting shop woman’. Shortly after, another man was taken to the scene and also murdered.
One month after the betting shop incident, on June 1, 1981, Anthony ‘General Starkey’ Tingle would meet his waterloo.
The gangster and his cronies had just attended a dance in Jones Town and had retired in the wee hours of the morning. However, a contingent of about 20 policemen swooped down on the area and surrounded a house occupied in which a number of the men were sleeping at 32 Love Street.
The police reported that the men opened fire at them and after a lengthy gunbattle, General Starkey and seven of his cronies, including his brother Michael McLeod, lay dead.
The other dead men were identified as Barrington Fitzroy, Paul Johnson – both of Septimus Street, Jones Town – Errol Shorter, Conrad Bryan and Leroy Reid of Orange Street, and Michael Jackson.
Police say they recovered a M16 assault rifle, 80 rounds of ammunition, gas masks and soldier uniforms at the death scene. Two officers were reportedly injured during the firefight.
General Starkey was 26 years old when he was cut down in a hail of bullets.
This series of articles is not intended to lionise or glorify the acts of criminals but to put a historical perspective on criminality in Jamaica, with the hope of shedding light on why the country is now teetering on the edge of lawlessness. Of significant note, as well, is the fact that the subjects of these stories die violently and very young.

Read more: http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/132101_-General-Starkey–lived-only-one-score-and-six-years#ixzz1z3Z2Jzjh

I’m 44, and divorced. He’s 29 and my daughter is 22.

She met him at the gym and they started seeing each other six months ago. She’s really keen but he’s been blowing hot and cold so I’ve had to listen to her woes a lot.

My daughter and I went for a drink before going to the cinema a couple of weeks ago, and her boyfriend happened to be meeting a friend at the bar. I’d not met him before and I was blown away. He’s so good-looking and toned. His eyes lit up and I could tell he was interested.

My daughter goes away with her job a lot. The next time she was away, there was a knock on the door and it was her boyfriend.

I invited him in and we opened a bottle of wine. We talked and watched a DVD. I realised how much I fancied him but I kept telling myself he was my daughter’s man.

It got very late and he said he should go, but when we stood up he grabbed me and kissed me.

We ended upstairs having the most wonderful sex. He said he’d like to see more of me but wouldn’t cheat on my daughter, so it’s up to me to decide what to do.

We have seen each other secretly a couple of times when my daughter’s not around and it is as passionate as ever, but I’m so scared of telling my daughter and family.

I have a problem with the age gap, though he doesn’t. I’m worried it won’t last and then my daughter and family will hate me for nothing.

Is this just lust or is there any future in this relationship?