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It may be that they died for what they dared to share!

on August 9, 2007
Category: South Africa, Busi, HIV/AIDS, LGBTI, African Women, Gender Violence

Today women’s day in South Africa, we remember SIZAKELE SIGASA and SALOME MASOOA who were raped, tortured and murdered on the 7th July 2007 in Soweto. We rmember all our African lesbian sisters murdered, raped and living with HIV and AIDs.

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The submission of women is an essential aspect of patriarchy. Sex is one of the tools used by men to subjugate women. Any signs of a woman becoming financially or sexually independent becomes a threat to male power. Whether this is an unmarried woman who is financially independent or a lesbian who is sexually independent.

Lesbianism challenges male authority and power in a number of ways. In her paper, “The Emerging Lesbian Voice in Nigerian Feminist Literature“, Unoma Azuah commenting on the work of four Nigerian women writers who address lesbianism in Nigeria, writes

“These new voices portray female characters in sexual/emotional relationships with women….Thus these authors have challenged the positions of established writers, such as Catherine Acholonu’s concept of motherism, which is a movement that promotes motherhood as a source of empowerment for Nigerian women

It is not just the notion of motherhood that is challenged by the financially and sexually independent woman

The emerging lesbian voice also stands in sharp contrast to the existing feminist position in Nigeria, which advocates a complementary relationship between men and women. Feminist writers in Nigeria tend to see men as their allies in the fight against social and political oppression and thus to foreclose the representation in their works of romantic/sexual relationships between women.

Further, the lesbian voice speaking to human rights in Nigeria presents an inclusive and challenging vision of rights which as they stand in Nigeria and most of Africa are selective and exclusive. By demanding equality, lesbians are in fact offering the wider society the opportunity to expand the concept of human rights.

Azauh quotes from an article by fellow Nigerian, Udama Kalu who speaks for the typical Nigerian man and describes lesbian voices

“as a symptom of that senselessness […] of a carefree contemporary Nigeria […] part of the social disorder, the fall of morality […] the corruption endemic in us […] the depravity, the insanity and violence of our time.”

This language is the same kind that has been used at various points in history to demonise and exclude different groups of people. Recently in the language used by the Apartheid regimes in South Africa to speak of Africans. Stepping further back in recent history, the Nazi’s used this language to describe the Jews. The Europeans colonisers of Africa in the 18Th and 19th centuries used terms such as depraved, beast like, sub-human to describe the people of Africa. In this way they were able to justify to themselves the subjugation and slavery of Africans. This continued in the United States and even after the abolition of slavery and the restoration, Black Americans continued to be treated as non persons. Black men were portrayed as over sexual animals and rapists while Black women were nymphomaniacs and harlots. Both were portrayed as immoral and as a threat to the dominant culture and way of life. Similarly today, lesbians are portrayed as being a threat to the culture and traditions of Africa; morally bankrupt, depraved, promiscuous, an abomination.

One argument against any discussion of lesbianism and human rights is to say that Nigeria/Africa has more pressing problems; for example: child slavery, violence against women, female genital mutilation, rape which is almost an epidemic in South Africa and the Democratic Republic of Congo, forced marriage, unequal educational opportunities, HIV/AIDS. I argue that each and everyone of these are human rights issues. But as long as Africa lives under the shadow of religious and cultural dogma that operates on fear and submission we cannot even begin to solve any of the above problems. How can we talk of human rights when rape is used as a way of “curing women of lesbianism” and stoning to death is used as a punishment for homosexuality and infidelity? When women are thrown out of the marital home for disobeying their male relatives or spouse or being raped on their way home thus denying them access to shelter, food, family/friends networks that ordinarily would be the right of any family member? Are these the traditions which so many are bent on upholding?

Another assertion made by African church leaders, governments and individuals is that lesbians are unAfrican, they are a “western import”. On the contrary same-sex relationships have always existed in Africa and there is significant research illustrating this from across the continent [Agenda]. One of the reasons for the invisibility is that women loving women in Africa may not necessarily identify themselves as lesbians. In other words whilst the behaviour of women loving women is exists and always has, it is not named as homosexual or lesbian.

To return to the African lesbians whose lives we celebrate today - those who are gone from us will be forever in our memories and those of us that are alive will continue with the struggle.

It may be that they died for what they dared to share, for what they confronted as a fear of us all, but I raise my fist and call them greats because what they lived for they also died for, what they believed alive they went to the grave still believing. When we are afflicted from every side I pray we keep our faith and know they may hate us but they can’t stop us from loving one another, they may kill us but they won’t finish us, we are here and we ain’t going nowhere!! From PMT

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Silent Suffering

on March 18, 2007
Category: Busi, Africa - Creative Arts, Journal

It’s quite difficult putting up a post after the sad news of Busi’s passing. Every time I click on the blog I see her picture and I can’t of anything to write because I wonder what the point of most of my preoccupations are. So I’m going to defer my post on why I distrust cartographers for a while. Instead, I will share with you a line from a short story I wrote recently called “Silent Suffering.” I toyed with the idea of making this the last line in the story (as I am toying with the idea of putting up a post called ‘last lines’), but I eventually put it in the body.

And so we suffer, not because we are silent, but because our silence defies our oppressors…and ourselves.

Busi was anything but silent. And through that she accomplished much. But the reason I wrote this story was because I was asked to think about silence that serves a purpose…silence where we make the choice to be silent. A silence that defies. I think of writers, artists, activists, and the different ways in which silence can manifest itself. What if we stopped writing? What if we stopped painting? What if we stopped? Would we have stopped speaking? Is there a way to make our presence felt by our absence? And in the end is it all worth it?

I’m interested to know if there are concrete examples of the successes (or failures) of silence, because to my mind, a conscious act of silence, if you have something to say (which is arguable), is an act of silent suffering.

We think that by being silent we do not acknowledge and so we do not legitimize…them. It is a worthy equation.

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Busisiwe Sigasa: 23.12.81 - 12.03.07

on March 17, 2007
Category: Busi, Women making a difference, Obituary

Today we said goodbye to Busi. What was fitting was that her funeral service was held at Soweto’s largest Catholic Church, Regina Mundi

When protesting students were fired at by police on their way to Orlando Stadium on June 16 1976, and Hector Pieterson and many others were killed, the students fled for sanctuary to Regina Mundi. With buckets of water at the ready, they managed to douse the teargas canisters thrown into the church by police. But then police stormed the church, firing live ammunition. Although no one was killed, many were injured and the church’s sacred symbols were damaged. The broken marble alter, the bullet holes in the ceilings and the damaged figure of Christ all bear testimony to the terrible lack of restraint shown by police that day.

Regina Mundi has always been a home to the community of Soweto and has functioned as a centre for important community events. Anti-apartheid stalwart Dr Nthato Motlana once described Regina Mundi as “not just a church - it is the people’s church, the church of the nation”.

Regina Mundi was Busi’s local church where she went every Sunday. She also was a fighter. She stood up and spoke out about all those things that most people do not want to hear. She was not afraid to stand up as say she was raped, declare her HIV status and that she was a woman who loved other women. I didn’t know her long but I have her face in my mind, her photos and most of all her words. On Friday, Breaking the Silence: positive Survivors - published by POWA as an annual writing competition, was launched and a piece by Busi was not only included but she received one of the prizes. She had everything going for her. I have not made many real friends here in South Africa - actually apart from V and M who are not even South Africans there are only two and Busi was one. I will REMEMBER YOU WHEN YOU ARE GONE.


REMEMBER ME WHEN I’M GONE FOR……I by Busi

Wrote stories for the nations to read
Stood without fear and told my story
I smiled and greeted without judging
I influenced positive living to the sick
I planted seeds of hope to the hopeless
I groomed and growed the younger ones whose parents died
I created artistic designes with my hands
I crafted and drew beautiful pictures
I installed educatioanl reasoning to some
I taught represented the minority to the majority
I made nations aware
I wronged some and made some happy
I survived against odds
I swallowed my medication even as hard as it was it was sometimes
I did so to remain strong and to llive my live regardless of my status
I fought for women to be taken into serious conideration by our government
I wrote and said “my” spoke word
I fought and showed many that there’s nothing wrong with being diabetic, epileptic and HIV
I represented many of the HIV infected lesbian sisters
I told the truth nevermind the judgements
I lived and I’m still living
I loved and prayed to my GOD
I prayed without hesitation , for , I believe/d
I was a big sister to my younger sisters
I listened to my mother’s teachings
I became friends with father
I’D DIE FOR MY FAMILY, I LOVED THEM SO!
I captured moments with my camera
I brought forth what was unseen to the nations through the power of image,pen and paper
I struggled to make it life
I was taken for a ride by some whom i thought were friends
I showed my rapist how strong i was regardless that he poisoned my blood with his HIV
I beieved and prayed
I stood low and respected all regardless of their age,colour and size
I say along with others
I had a unique voice
I had a message to deliver and a vision to see
I tried,i fell and i never succeeded sometimes
I was patient while to some i was strange
I was loved by some and was hated by some,STILL i did my thing
I loved and appreciated beautiful women
I loved her more than life itself
Some would say…
I am full shit! but spiritually i was full
I was fed with GOD’s glory that’s why I praised HIM
I praised HIM more than i praised friends
I am my mother’s daughter
I made history and marked historical books of this world
SO………
REMEMBER ME WHEN I’M GONE!
FOR..without no doubt i’ll and i am in peace with my maker and creator.

AMEN!

Thanks to all of you who acknowledged Busi’s life and sent her your blessings - it has helped a great deal.

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My sista friend Busi!

on March 13, 2007
Category: Busi

Yesterday my dear sweet friend Busi died. She was 25, a survivor or rape, HIV+ with diabetes and other complications. This photo was taken by me on the 18th February 2007 - one of those happy days of just hanging out with friends - I love this photo cause she looks so happy and so strong!

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I first met Busi last October when I came to South Africa and helped her start her blog “My Realities”. She was so happy - she tried so hard. I talked to her most days and on the 4th I took her a desk top computer that another friend of mine had given to her. Again she was happy. We were supposed to meet on Saturday at the LGBTI fest but she phoned to say she couldnt make and I said no worries I will see you when I get back from Durban. Busi had a job - working nights from 10pm to 7am. She was exhausted. Her CD count had dropped again to just over 200. It was hard for her but she tried. She was so tired from the night work. The last text I got from Busi was on Sunday at 16.56

“8 things God does in Ps107. He Redeems. He Gathers. He Delivers. He Leads. He Satisfies. He Saves. He Heals. He Blesses. May he continue 2 shower u wit his glorious love ! Hope u having a gudday & have a safe one 2 Durban. Love”

We do not know what happened - . maybe she got her diabetes medication mixed up or because she was so tired she forgot to take it. Right now we dont know. . She died due to her diabetes - I dont really understand but she passed out because her sugar levels were too high or something. I only wish I was in Joburg - being here in Durban and all the things I had planned no longer mean very much. Dear Busi - she was also happy because she was having a story published, she had so much to live for despite her illness and pain. Her funeral is on Saturday.

Busi’s story

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