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THROUGH
LOVE
Chapter one
Discovering myself
Love? I never stopped believing in it, but I stopped hoping for it,
I stopped waiting, I stopped searching and longing for love and
affection.
I stopped waiting for it to find me one day, I stopped believing
it’ll come, instead I told myself ‘fairytales aren’t meant for
people like me, they don’t exist in my world, it’s nothing but
truthful lies I made myself believe as a kid’.
Years ago I’d sit alone in the loneliest corners I could find,
ponder over my sadness , reminisce about the traumatic events
in my life, think of all the times my heart was broken and hoped
I’d find true love someday.
But this isn’t just a story about love, it’s a story about
forgiveness, acceptance, self-identity, loneliness and depression.
This isn’t just any story you’ve read in other novels or watched
in a movie, this is ‘my story’ but I don’t even know how it ends,
it’s my life but it’s hard to tell.
I’ve never really had my life go the way I want, but no one
could write my story better than I would, and the only ending I
want, is the one that reads ‘happily ever after'.
My name is ola, not my favorite, but that’s what she calls me.
I’d spare you the long detailed description of myself but keep
five things in mind about me.
I’m very cute, I’m slim, I’m short, I was born with black curly
hair which makes people question my nationality and I’m gay.
I have gender dysphoria so I identify as a boy, although assigned
female at birth.
Anyone dealing with my pain literally understands what I meant
by ‘I identify as a boy’ but not to be partial, I’d break it down in
bits for anyone who is reading this but has no idea what I’m
talking about.
Gender dysphoria is a profound and persistent unhappiness
related to characteristics associated with one’s biological sex,
experienced especially by transgender people.
That’s to say, I’m transgender. I was born female, but there’s
always this voice in my head that says otherwise.
I have always felt trapped in my body, like I’m in the wrong
body. I've lived with this pain all my life. It always felt like I
was incomplete.
I felt ashamed of my body and always felt uncomfortable in
female wears, but I lived in silent pain for as long as I could.
I was as young as four when I first found out, my life had never
been the same ever since, I never saw myself the same way
others saw me.
I literally hated looking at the mirror for years, but I could do
nothing about the void inside of me. I suffered in silence for
years.
I was born into a religiously conservative family. My dad is a
pastor, and my mum didn’t seem too different from him. I am
the fourth child in a household of five siblings, with three elder
sisters and one younger brother.
Identifying as a boy and facing the challenges of being a lesbian
tomboy, my life took unexpected turns.
Growing up, my identity clashed with my parents’ traditional
beliefs. My parents’ homophobia led to strained relationships,
especially with my mother, who never stopped comparing me to
my elder sisters. My attempts to express my true self were met
with rejection and criticism from family, friends, and even
colleagues.
Chapter two
The struggle within
I took bike and headed straight home. I live in the same town as
my parents, but I don’t live with them. I moved out about a year
ago and started living with Natasha in her apartment before I
eventually got mine.
Before then I lived on campus which was hard. I’m not very
good around people, I suck at communication and tolerance, so
living in the school hostel with 5 girls was tough.
I couldn’t have privacy, there was always one drama or the other
daily. I struggled to survive for years. I always told my parents
how much I wanted to live off-campus, but they never listened
nor cared about my reasons.
My mum would give me numerous excuses as to why she won’t
let me live off-campus. My only options were to either come
live with them at home, and take bike to school daily to receive
lectures, or I live on campus with other students.
Living at home with my parents is literally a nightmare. I often
end up depressed whenever I stayed too long at home. No matter
how much I tried to avoid it, I’ll definitely get in trouble with
my parents.
My dad being a very strict retired principal, artistic and
observant. He’d look at every bit of my body that’s not covered
in cloth and notice the most unexpected things.
It could be the unnoticeable love bite I got from my girlfriend,
or the slight change in the color of my hair, or my long nails that
I never seem to cut but always looking clean. Whatever it is, my
dad would spot it eventually and it will become the topic.
He’ll use it as an opportunity to remind me of how pathetic my
life is, how disobedient and stupid I am. He’ll talk and talk and
talk about my bad ways and how I’m so different from the rest
of the family.
My mum being a calm, emotional, smart nurse will lecture me
on everything about womanhood, about how my lifestyle
doesn’t suit the profession. She’d give me a non-stop sob story
of how everything about me always made her sad and
heartbroken.
If only my parents knew how hard my life already is, just having
to deal with dysphoria was bad enough, but the heartbreaks, the
bullying, the inability to hold a stable relationship or tolerate
people, those were a next level kind of pain for me, but I dealt
with all of those in silence.
Like I said earlier, I didn’t have much control over my life, it
was always my parents making every decision and my opinion
didn’t really matter. I got used to being told what to do by my
parents, that I lost sight of my own ideas.
My opinion never really made sense to my parents, it was
always either not religious enough, not cultural enough, or not in
alignment with their way of life, so I got used to living my life
for my parents.
It was hard but every time I dared to complain, my parents have
a way of manipulating me to see them as the superior figure,
leaving me with no other choice than to do whatever they want.
I’d cry in silence when I’m alone and tell myself, ‘it’ll all be
over one day’.
I eventually had to learn a way to live around their tough
decisions. A wise quote says ‘if you wanna be the best, you have
to beat the best’ so I learnt to manipulate my parents too.
When they make tough decisions that I can’t deal with, I
manipulate them to see my own point, and somehow it always
seem to work well, because I put their decision and mine
together and substitute so they don’t know I’m actually trying to
do what I want.
I make it look like I’m doing what they want, but in the way I
want it to be done, and they eventually always believe me and
let me off the hook.
I guess that’s how I became a manipulative person, because my
manipulative behavior didn’t work only at home, it somehow
saves me from a lot, like when I get into trouble with my
lecturers, or when I get into an argument with my mates, once I
see I am losing and I won’t get what I want, I become
manipulative and I seem to be just so good at it.
My manipulative behavior was both a blessing and a curse, but I
just never know which one it’ll be each day.
When I got home, my dad sat me down with my mum and gave
the usual long talk, but this time, it was better and smoother than
ever, they told me I’m old enough now and they can’t be telling
me what to do again.
They said in no time I’ll have my own life. Like insult, like
advice, they told me I’m old enough to be taking care of myself
and my siblings, I’m old enough to have kids and start a family.
My mum as usual started mentioning the names of all the kids
she wished I was like. She compared me with every one of my
mate she knows, even people that are older than me and those
that are younger.
She said she’s tired of everything and she doesn’t know what
she’s ever done to me that I can’t forgive. She said I only bring
her pain and sadness, I was going to cry, but no, I refused to be
manipulated, instead I listened absentmindedly and only talked
when necessary and I chose the best words.
My dad on the other hand made me promise to stop dressing like
a boy, he made me promise that I’ll start braiding my hair, I did
exactly as he asked and told him I promise, although deep within
my heart, I was waiting for the conversation to end.
He tried to persuade me to bring my clothes home so he can
seize them like he has done in the past, but not this time, I
wisely told him I’d sell the clothes online and make some
money to start a business. That didn’t go so well though, but I
found my way of turning the whole conversation to my favor
again.
Night came and my mum said she won’t let me go back to my
apartment, I refused, I said I’m not spending the night under
their roof, despite all their efforts to persuade me to stay the
night, I made it out of the house and took bike home that late.
Chapter five
Tangled relationships
Chapter six
Love against all odds
My story didn’t start like this. I recall my mum telling me when
I went home to see my dad, that I didn’t start like this, this
wasn’t how I used to be. I shoved spit down my throat
repeatedly, with each gob of saliva screaming, ‘perhaps you
didn’t know me well from the start’.
I used to be very close to my dad, I wasn’t always manipulative
and stubborn. I wasn’t the bad kid and the black sheep of the
family. In fact, I was the favorite kid.
Remember I said I’m very cute, well turns out I’m the cutest at
home, and my long black curly hair was my parent’s pride.
The sight of my hair drew attention to me, and my beauty got
me so many compliments as a kid, my mum was always so
proud of how other mothers adored me, some even curiously ask
if I’m African American.
It became a pleasure for me so I told people I’m American, my
dad began to call me Americana, and cana for short.
Although I was getting so much attention and was doing well in
school, something in me never felt right. There was this
emptiness in me that just never seemed to be filled.
Sometimes I wanted to be invincible. I hated it when someone
says I’m a fine girl, the girl part always made me angry, but I
couldn’t do anything about it.
I tried to tell my parents about my identity, although my dad
joked with it as a kid calling me a boy, my mom never for a
minute accepted it. She rebuked me every time I said it.
Besides struggling with my gender identity, I suffered physical
and emotional abuse in the hands of my eldest sister, and was
constantly bullied by my peers and my neighbors.
I never stopped trying to fit in as a kid, I never stopped trying to
be like others, the quest to be a normal kid never stopped.
As a kid my mum wouldn’t let me play with other kids in the
compound, she’d tell me I’m nothing like them, I’m different, I
shouldn’t be found associating myself with them.
As an obedient child I’d stay away from the kids in the
compound even though I didn’t know why. My dad would warn
me against playing on the swings with other kids when I’m in
school, he’d tell me it’s dangerous. I obeyed, I always did,
although I dared to disobey one time and it didn’t end well.
It was a hot afternoon, my immediate elder sister Juliet was out
playing with her friends, I think I was about 6 or 7 years. I had a
favorite spot in school, since I had no friends I learnt to enjoy
my solitude.
I’d sit alone under the big weird three in my school playground,
I’d watch other kids play around with their friends, with
jealousy and envy in my eyes, I’d tell myself, ‘one day I’ll have
a friend too’.
I sat at my usual spot that hot afternoon, Juliet left me to hang
out with friends, I didn’t care anyways, I took my pen and book
as usual and started writing.
Writing and drawing were the only things that made me feel
alive as a kid. Whenever I’m not writing, I’m drawing and when
I’m not drawing, I’m busy talking to my toys and teddies,
creating memories in my head, wishing they were mine.
As I sat writing down god-knows-what in my notebook, I saw a
figure standing in front of me, I looked from the feet to the head,
it was Polly, my neighbor’s daughter.
Polly doesn’t like me, not like I know why but she’s always
cruel to me, she and her older brother, Alex, together with other
kids always made fun of me, sometimes they even hit me.
I was always scared around her, but I didn’t stop trying to
befriend her, even though it only constantly led to more bullying
and my mum always warned me to stay away from her, I still
felt like I wanted to be her friend, I didn’t stop trying to talk to
her no matter what she did.
It was a surprise to see her standing in front of me, I asked if she
needed anything, she told me she was bored and she needed
someone to play with her on the see-saw
Until an unexpected encounter changed everything.
I channeled my struggles into determination. He pursued his
studies in nursing, walking a path he initially resisted due to his
mother’s expectations.
As Mide’s love for Doris deepened, he found a new sense of
purpose. The acceptance and peace he’d longed for finally
started to take shape. Though challenges still arose, Mide’s
resilience and newfound stability allowed him to overcome
them, proving that love could indeed conquer all.
To gerard
Reel steel
Good girls
Write a long interesting SEO optimized story about a Nigerian
lesbian tomboy named mide who narrates in details the story of
his life. He identifies as a boy, born by religious homophobic
parents, the fourth child of the five children of his parents. He
explains that he was physically abused by his eldest sister as a
kid, bullied in school, his only friend was his younger brother
Sam who accepted his identity. Suffered rejection from his
parents, friends and colleagues, taken for granted by his ex
lovers which turned him into a player. He is forced to study
nursing like his mother which makes his life harder because he
suffered criticism from his school authority who forced him to
dress like a girl and suspended him from school. He talks about
how he constantly suffered depression but won’t be allowed to
see a therapist because of his parent’s religious beliefs and social
status. He his hated by his mum and his mum’s sisters and
colleagues at work. His mum compares him to his elder sisters
always and pressurized him to change, he started abusing drugs,
smoking and attempting suicide, eventually found true love with
Doris, a lesbian girl desperate for love and attention, Doris treats
him well and he eventually becomes a better person for her and
became a nurse for his mother, he found love and peace.
Write a story about a Nigerian lesbian tomboy named mide who
identifies as a boy, born by religious homophobic parents, the
fourth child of the five children of his parents. He was
physically abused by his eldest sister as a kid, bullied in school,
his only friend is his younger brother Sam who accepts his
identity. Suffered rejection from his parents, friends and
colleagues, taken for granted by his ex lovers which turned him
into a player. He is forced to study nursing like his mother which
makes his life harder because he suffered criticism from his
school authority who forced him to dress like a girl and
suspended him from school. He constantly suffered depression
but won’t be allowed to see a therapist because of his parent’s
religious beliefs and social status. He his hated by his mum and
his mum’s sisters and colleagues at work. His mum compares
him to his elder sisters always and pressurized him to change, he
started abusing drugs, smoking and attempting suicide,
eventually found true love with Doris, a lesbian girl desperate
for love and attention, Doris treats him well and he eventually
becomes a better person for her and became a nurse for his
mother, he found love and peace.
Resilience through love
In the heart of Nigeria, a resilient soul named Mide navigated a
complex journey.