Coming out of my closet, I carry my heart about
like cufflinks.
It is my way of being transparent- that is coming out wearing
my heart
on the cuffs of
my sleeve.
It is my way off attracting like-minds.
I find my kind of people everywhere I go
or
any closet I snoop in.
It will amaze you …the number
The caliber of people
hiding away in their closets,
coiled up upon themselves,
trying to get smaller and smaller,
or
just hoping to vaporize.
I am not one of them,
I come out all the time,
even though I am timid
For self-validation,
I like to look in on them-
those still hiding away
in their closets-
Amongst this run of
Homo
Sapiens,
hiding away their
sexuality
in the Closet of
Marriage
are the most gifted beings-
humans
and
women.
And many they are that will never come out of those
dark places
to get some air in the sunlight. They dread to be
gay,
to be outspoken
You know like the
feminists
I was one time peeking into such
dark
dreary
airless
gloomy
closet,
and I found a feminist
housewife
mother
a one who really could use the
liberty
of getting some
fresh air and sunshine
“so, what are you still doing in there”,
I probed.
“I went in
for the feminist rants,
and stayed in
for the kids.”
she replied.
I knew she isn’t coming out
of that
closet
anytime soon;
so the answer
to the question of
“why don’t you come out from that hole already”
was out of the
question.
Great many
are they
who are like
I am- timid about coming out
and walking in the
gaylight,
but
if liberty
is a
Many-Colour-Coat made from rags,
I still will wear mine
and strut about in it
– even if I only do that
in
my
closet.
Christopher Raphael Okiri
9jafeminista 