In 2017, I started A Nasty Boy magazine to validate and affirm the lives and experiences of gay men in Nigeria. I hoped that it could contribute, in some way, to broader tolerance for the LGBTQ+ community across the country.
I wanted to start meaningful conversations around gender norms and masculinity that speak specifically to our realities as gay men within a culture that is poisonously patriarchal and deeply homophobic.
Against a backdrop of deadly anti-gay violence, A Nasty Boy dared to be a haven for gay men in Nigeria and, in no time, received international attention through CNN, BBC, The Guardian, The Economist, Vogue, and others.
Richard Akuson, a Nigerian-trained barrister and an LGBTQ+ and Refugee Rights activist.But neither the acclaim nor my considerable privilege, as an attorney and son of a politician, could protect me from the four men who brutally ambushed me in my hometown, Akwanga, Nassarawa State, in central Nigeria late last year.
They accused me of being gay and spreading a gay agenda, as they pummeled me; each punch was an assault on who I was. They took my phone, forced me to unlock it, and found further proof of my homosexuality. They poked my anus with sticks in mock penetration.The crippling, gut-wrenching pain that followed every punch and every poke felt like my skin was being nailed to a wall.
They took pictures of me to memorialize their triumph in my moment of humiliation.And yet, even this gruesome attack pales in comparison to the fatal brutality many Nigerian gay men have too often experienced in the form of lynchings or pillory with tires before they’re set on fire and burnt alive not for terrorism or worse, but for being gay, for being human, in a desperately homophobic country.
In Nigeria, gay men are portrayed as cancers eating deeply into the fabric of society, tumors that must be obliterated. The federal Same-Sex Marriage (Prohibition) Act of 2014 says anyone found guilty of homosexuality faces up to 14 years in prison.Shari’a law, which is practiced in 12 northern states in the country imposes a penalty of death by stoning.
Through these draconian laws, arbitrary arrests and extortion by the police, the Nigerian government sanctions violence against its LGBTQ+ citizens.A 2013 PewGlobal research suggests 98% of Nigerians believe homosexuality should not be accepted by society.
A 2017 survey by The Initiative for Equal Rights (TIERS), a Nigerian-based human rights organization, showed 90% of Nigerians support the continued enforcement of Nigeria’s anti-gay laws.Homophobia is the tie that binds a divided country; the one thing a nation of chronic ethnic loyalties, of religious tension, of failed government, can agree upon. Growing up in Nigeria, I witnessed first-hand a deeply ingrained culture of insidious hyper-masculinity and virulent homophobia.
As a child, I was characterized as a “boy-girl” even before I knew the tingling, complex beauty of being gay. In my youth, I was broken every day by a father who tried to toughen me up through his words and deeds, and later by a society that reminded me of the many ways I fell short on the masculinity scale.
In boarding school, I was bullied.In university, I became a social pariah and the poster child for faggots after being outed by my best friend on a campus that waged a ‘War on Homosexuality.’
I was outed to my parents anonymously a day after my attack. Like most Nigerians, my father latched onto the sure hands of hyper-masculinity when he said to me: God forbid the day another man penetrates you. It’ll only be over my dead body, Richard.
He’s not spoken to me since then, save for the voice note he left me on Christmas day.Days after my attack, I gathered my life of 25 years into two suitcases and boarded a flight to New York. Like so many other asylum seekers before me, leaving my country was a matter of survival.
I left behind family and friends, a thriving social life, a successful fashion public relations firm I started in 2016 -that has now crumbled in my absence, and all of the many other comforts one takes for granted until they are gone.
Recently, in a moment of reflection, a friend asked me: what happens now that your country has broken and disowned you; what’s next, Richard? I wish I found the strength of conviction then as I have now to say this to him: I’ll continue to fight.
I’ll continue to champion the incredibly brave and tragic lives of many LGBTQ+ people who, unlike me, cannot up and leave in the twinkle of an eye.Their realities, like a halo, will forever hang around my head as a reminder of my good fortune; their soul-crushing persecution; and the dehumanizing ways LGBTQ+ persons are forced to negotiate for their lives and humanity, every day.
For a very long time, A Nasty Boy was the right, moral thing for me to do for my community from a position of privilege and status and abundance.Many of the harsh realities that punctuate the lives of LGBTQ+ Nigerians were things I have never had to deal with personally.Today, however, I write this with urgency in my voice as a survivor of brutal homophobia.
I write this knowing how suffocatingly fearful the days following a homophobic attack can be, and how the trauma defines a person’s life.I write this with the knowledge that for many LGBTQ+ people in Nigeria and around the world, every day is a matter of life and death.
I repeat: every day is a matter of life and death!