Greetings from my rainy and sunny town. It’s this time of the year when birds of all different parts of the country flock the banks of River Nile. They create sing heavenly music and many people come to watch them. Generally, as Christmas Season closes in, more Ugandans are likely to be in a happy mood, business picks up, Ugandans living abroad return home to spend the holidays with their families.

Unfortunately, those happy and smiley faces are hiding hatred inside. As a transporter who has traveled all over Uganda as I do my business, I have come to learn that it will take a while for Ugandans to be more welcoming and accepting of gay people. Over the years I have been doing a personal assessment of the situation and I have learned that for every 5 Ugandans I have spoken with, four are willing to commit a hate crime against a gay person, and they believe it is okay and not a crime to kill a gay person. When the anti-gay law was introduced in Uganda many politicians rose to stardom because they supported the law. When the Courts of law decided that the anti-gay law should be thrown out on technical grounds, the Ugandan government didn’t take responsibility to explain to the average Ugandans what was happening.

At the end of the day, local Ugandans, especially in the rural communities and villages, still believe the law is active, and when they see that the police aren’t doing their “work” they take the law in their own hands. That’s why there is an increased mob justice and attacks on gay persons in Uganda.

I have been in the transport business since 1973. I took on this business from my father who was also a transporter, and my grandfather was one of the first cab drivers during the colonial days. This business has given our family exposure and opportunity to learn that human beings can always be different in one way or another. I have met different people with different lines of thinking. I have met the good, the bad, the humanists, the believers, the gay, the straight, the cult leaders, the witches, the reds, the blues, the blacks, the whites, etc. This has taught me very important lessons of life, and I have come to accept and love human kinds however they may come to my life.

However, there is one character – W.A. – who touched my life (am afraid I can’t mention names – but he was one of the very first Friends New Underground Railroad conductors, and was beaten so badly that he lost a kidney, and still suffers from other injuries.) In 2008, he was standing at a bus stop having spent about five days in police cells. He looked sad, starved, abused, and not healthy. He wanted a lift, but he had no coin on him. But since I had space in the cab car I was driving, I decided to drop him off.

Along the way, we found a policeman being beaten by a group of university students who were striking. He told me to stop, and he moved out of the car and shouted at top of his voice “stop, please stop.” I wondered what this boy was up to. Well it worked, and the students stopped beating the police officer. He went on to preach to the students a message of nonviolence and how the day can be won when people agree to disagree. I tooted the horn of my car so that this young man could come back into the car and I drop him off. He was wasting my time yet he wasn’t going to pay even a coin. All along, the policeman was seated on the ground bleeding and the students were listening. W.A. asked me to allow the police officer sit in the car, so we could take him to the hospital. I feared saying no. As if W.A. was going to pay, I obeyed.

As we approached the hospital, W.A. started talking to the police officer. As they talked, I learnt that a few days ago, it was the same police officer who had arrested W.A. for his involvement in gay activities. This same police officer had flooded W.A’s police cell, and he was the same officer who hates gay people. It here I learned that W.A. was gay and runs a gay organization. And now W.A. was here saving him from a mob and taking him to the hospital.  After taking the police officer to hospital, he went ahead and called the very police station where he had been and even went back to make a statement regarding the beaten police officer.

This act of love and forgiveness touched my heart and changed my life forever. I was like, okay so gay persons are more than simply same sex?!! It was something new in my life and to cut the long story short. W.A. became my first gay friend and he also introduced me to several other gay persons.

The recent events in Uganda have seen me make sacrifices to offer a service not many transporters are willing to offer. With one heart, I have used my business to transport over 400 gay persons out of Uganda at great risk. Organizations like Friends New Underground Railroad and a few individuals have made sure that I am always paid so that I can do the work without any setbacks. My drivers are always happy to work on these risky missions because they have always been treated with respect.

All the Quakers who unite themselves in Friends New Underground Railroad are very understanding and always sending apologies whenever there is a delay. Am so proud to be on their team.

Friends New Underground Railroad, your work is priceless!

Thanks and Best Regards

Michael

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Am called SM. I was born in January 1973 in Jinja Township. I was born to GR and IM. I come from a family of 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Am the last born. I love swimming and beach volleyball, I also love wearing leather.

I went to Victoria Primary School and Wakitaka Senior Secondary School in Jinja town.

From early childhood, I developed a liking for fellow boys as compared to girls, and this didn’t go down well with my parents who always encouraged me to interact with both girls and boys. At the age of 15, I realized that I have strong sexual feelings towards FM who was our neighbor. This crush was too much, and it landed me in trouble when I wrote a love chat to F, though I did this innocently and I didn’t know what to expect. Everybody started judging me, and I was nicknamed Omusiyaga which means a gay man in our community.

My dad, who took close interest in this matter, thought I was mentally disordered, so he asked his doctor friend to talk to me and also check if there were any medical issues. To him, this was the most embarrassing thing to his family, as F’s parents reported the matter to the local authorities.  Local officials called for a village meeting where I was punished publicly by the cane.

Later that week, after the doctor checked me out, he reported back to my dad that everything was okay, but only that I have a small and almost under-developed penis.

To avoid the shame on the village, dad organized that I join the boarding section of the school, at the school boys’ hostel, I accepted this offer with one heart, but I was equally feeling so ashamed of myself in the village.

Everything changed when I joined the boarding section of the school, I was happy and I also found boys who felt the same way. Somehow we had to hide everything from the teachers and school administration or I risked being suspended from this boarding section. In second school term, one of my friends told me I was so cute and lovely. This is when we both realized that sexually we are different from other people. I had my first kiss with WA on the eve of my 17th birthday. This was the most wonderful thing which ever happened to me while growing up. I even started sharing a bed in the mid of the night with A.

To fast forward, our happiness didn’t last long, as A fell in love with another boy, I felt used and abused, and somehow we started a fight which fight was reported to the school head. The headmaster just called both our parents and told them the news; this was like the end of my road. Though the school had suspended me, also my dad abandoned me at the school property, and he swore to kill me if I ever even tried to step on his compound.

I died alive. I considered taking my life, so I bought a rope and searched for a tree in the bushes near the school gardens. As I attempted to hang myself, a snake charged at me and I had to run. This was so traumatizing. Without transport or any money on me I walked for over 18km in the night to an uncle whom I was sure would be welcoming, only to reach his place when he had already received the news. So I become homeless at 17. I did all sorts of things to survive as a street boy, til I landed on a group of tourists who used to start at the Nile Backpackers in Jinja. This was a golden chance, or so I thought. I used to clean the compound and do the garden work, til some started paying me for sex. They could sleep with me, and once they left, another group comes in I did the same. Little did I know that I had become a sex worker, yes I was, and it gave me some money to even start a salon business nearby, I earned some money as I also grew in age, but my life was seriously in danger.

At 25, having spent years without hearing from my family, my mother came back to my life to haunt me, because Jinja is a small town, I was busted, and my secret life once again became an open book to everybody. Mom made it a point that she disowned me publicly, and told everybody who cared to listen that I am a gay sex worker. It was time to run and find another place to begin a new life. So I moved to Mukono about two hours away.

But because I had already mastered the art of survival, beginning a new life in Mukono wasn’t so hard; my own challenge was to find clients who wanted sex services. So financially, I was grounded but I got a job in a salon as a hair stylist, with this small job at least I was able to buy food and pay my rent.

At 26, I had been in different battles with the police and the law but I had never been detained in a police cell. But I ran short of luck later in 2001 when I was arrested for cross-dressing (I was wearing a legging and a top for ladies) Though it was a small crime, I was paraded on UBC TV station and the news was that I dress like that so that I could take advantage of unsuspecting men who can take me for a woman, so that I could drug them and steal their belongings. Of course this wasn’t true, but without any legal support I was detained for more than 3 days. Somehow Mom who was watching the news saw me and she came down to the police station, not to bail me out, but to tell the police officers that I am gay and that she can even bring witnesses if am presented in the courts of law.

That evening on 18th Aug 2001 I was given a police bond which I jumped and moved on to Kampala leaving Mukono for good. Life in Kampala was about the sex trade and clients were available in different hotels and bars.

In 2010 I realized that I was living with HIV. This was the worst news and my whole world came down at once. I tried reconnecting with my parents but nothing worked out, though I went to [town name], as even some of my friends in Kampala started looking at me as a sick person and due to die any time. Without friends, I had to start making new friends and that’s how I got into contact with an organization which works with and for people like me. I got a lot of support regarding my HIV, and I made new friends and I even fell in love through our meetings with different people in the community.

The end of 2012 saw me being wanted by the police for a homosexuality case I never committed and that’s how I ended up into hiding at a safe place in [town name], knowing that I have nowhere to run, I considered applying for refugee status, but I resisted, this saying to myself if everybody runs away who is going to help others? So I started working hard and strong as an activist, mastering the art of working in hostile environment. In 2012/July I was assigned to T to be his assistant in the Human Rights Desk, Legal Aid and Risk Management.

I have been involved in many struggles, managing with very little resources. So many people have reasons to be afraid for their lives and know they cannot live here anymore, so I have helped in the crossing of over 83 LGBTQ out of Uganda to safer areas.

Despite living with HIV/AIDS am so happy with the work I do.

Change doesn’t just happen. It takes you and me. Please join with Friends New Underground Railroad and the Quakers who are believing in change.

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