I greet you all in your distinguished capacities. I have never even for a second thought that I would ever have to write a letter to parliament, that my words would even have to be read by a people as you. I find myself, though, at a point in my life, where fate-if you believe in it- has bestowed u
I go by the Alias of Cleo. Am a 26 year old Transgendered person. With my ambitious persona, and insatiable thirst for knowledge I’ve managed to see myself through school to the post graduate level. I am a public worker, a scientist and a researcher to be specific, and earn an honest living from that. Am a pentetocostal Christian, loving God, though with my liberalist and realist values I respect other people’s sentiments however divergent they are from my own.
I was born a biologically male child to two very loving parents, Batooro by decent. Despite the love and care that they bestowed upon me, my childhood was tainted with a lot of misery. Being a transgender person, with my atypical behavior, and dress code that seemed to clash terribly with the stereotypical gender requirements of my society, I was faced with a lot of rejection from friends and family alike.
My family and friends though, have-with time, and a lot of patience and struggle-come to understand my situation and not to judge me. And a few months ago when I made a monumental decision to fully transition into a girl, they have shown me so much affection and support, especially psychological. For me this I consider the biggest successes in my life, that my family and friends-despite our divergent values and their earlier negative sentiments-have finally managed through a very strainous process,-that I should say, was not without wounds and tears- to understand and accept me, as a person, as their child, as their friend, as their sibling, because that is the basic essence of what brings us together.
Being a transgendered person is not about who I am attracted to sexually, its about what gender I identify with. Being a trans girl, means that I was born biologically male, but with the physiology and psychology of a girl. At puberty I experienced a male, but largely female pubertal development that left me very confused, and rejected in all my social circles for I was the black sheep. My parents did not know whether to protect me from boys or girls, but finally it so happened that I was brought up in a girls’ hostel up to the age of 15.
Growing up a transgender person meant that, I had to deal with my teenage burdens alone with not a soul to tell, not my parents or peers or sibling, to disclose my darkest secrets to. But to cry myself to sleep every night, wishing I was dead, to battle with depression and suicidal tendencies that’s all I remember in my teenage life.
I wonder then, why people say it was my choice to be this way, why would anyone choose a life as lonely as this, a life of misery, pain, rejection, abuse and depression. And though, I made it, many haven’t, because their self-esteem, their confidence, and their vitality, fails them in light of all the negativities that surround them. It’s hardly the disgustingly abusive world that the media paints of us, for if there is any abuse sustained even then by any party, it’s by us.
I ask myself, how one can judge me, before one even know me. I understand this though, because for so long I was hated by people before they even knew me.
Being transgender, like being gay or a lesbian is not a choice. What is rather a choice is accepting it for a fact. What is a choice is if you-at some point in life -decide to not live a masked life, under the guise of a straight, or asexual person like I did, and restrain yourself, from everything that you know you are from the core of your being.
It is very hard living your life, through other people’s eyes, trying hard to make them happy while you restrain yourself of who you are, or even demonize your actual being because of their negativities. It a strange reality, that I can loosely liken to solitude in a crowd, for even though there were so many people around me, none of them knew me , for who I was, for I deliberately concealed a part of me, that I considered a flaw to my being.
At some point though, I realized , just like everyone does in life, that I could not live entirely on other people’s perceptions of who I was, battling to make other people happy at my own life’s expense, for we all have but one life to live. I came to the realization that I alone knew better who I was, and that I had a rare opportunity to let people know who I was, and not let them tell me who I was. It had been a sad existence of existing, but not quite living, of living a lie, trying to convince myself and ultimately others that I was, what I wasn’t, and I was determined to end that cycle.
As a transgender person, I envision an utopia of gender neutrality, where all the genders in all their entireties are able to co-exist together, and live in utter harmony, and mutual respect of one another. So that if not to accept, they might tolerate each other just like we have tried to as people of different tribes, colors, religions, value systems and races; it’s the measure of our maturity as a civilization.
I believe then that in that same regard that all diversities; racial, tribal, religious, sexual, and gender alike instead of being criminalized and demonized should be celebrated and empowered, so that other than to condemn a sect of a few people to social redundancy, all the human resource that Uganda boasts of can be fully tapped.
Let’s not then condemn ourselves, that when people in the future look back at us, they will do so, just like we do at our ancestors, and exclaim at how inhuman and selfish they were to disregard the existence of a few people because of their color and race. Gender diversity, and sexual orientation is no premise to crucify someone, just because you do not agree with how someone dress like, what they act like, or who they sleep with.
What then, I ask myself, are we teaching the future generations, morality even at the expense of life?, morality in the eyes of a few self-righteous people?, that all people aren’t the same, if they are different?, that it is okay to be selfish
But being transgender as much as it is my gender identity does not holistically define who I am.
As people, like facets of a gem, we are complex in our ambitions, and aspirations, we are unique in our personalities, talents, and value systems, It is these things in their entirety, but neither of them in unison of others that defines us. The binary reductionist paradigm of looking at life, as being either black or white but rather as a continuum of several shades fails to address the issues of life as it is. Am only different because I am transgender, but other than that I am human, with red blood coursing through my veins just like you, with family and friends that care for me deeply, with personal sentiments and feeling like you do, I cry and laugh like you do, but I cannot be reduced and labeled as transgender as an item on a supermarket stall, because that’s not all I am . As a person I am more than that.
Being transgender and having been rejected most of my life, has taught serenity in the storm, it has taught perseverance, even when the storm wails on, it has taught me to respect other people despite their differences and has taught me to be patient. It has taught me, that life is not about being perfect, because in our flaws, in all our insecurities and in our inadequacies, we all have something to offer on the table, and that we are meant as humans to shine together but not in solitude, and that we must help our brothers and sisters to shine but not to trample upon them. To exist and live together, that is what humanity was meant for, for no man or woman is an island for alone we burn out, and fail, but together we flourish.
Finally we must not forget our ultimate calling and obligation for by virtue of our humanity we ought to love others like we love our selves, and treat them with the same delicacy and sensitivity that we wish be accorded us.
I pray then, that in your deliberations, by the power vested in, you, you may not forget our concerns, as humans, as Ugandans, as your brothers, sisters, mother and fathers.