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    Tope* (33) decided to abandon her ₦35 million salary in oil and gas after the EndSARS protests to leave Nigeria for the US. In this story, she shares her experiences of marriage, finding love and building a new family, and how she managed to purchase a house in the US after just three years.

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    Where do you currently live, and when did you leave Nigeria?

    I live in the United States. I left Nigeria in 2022.

    What inspired you to leave?

    There were a few reasons. I’m queer, so moving somewhere I could live freely was always on my mind. Many of my friends had already left or were planning to leave. But what really pushed me was the EndSARS protests.

    How so?

    I was working in oil and gas, earning good money. My job was offshore, so I had a one-month-in, one-month-out schedule. That meant I could literally spend a whole month at home without doing much before heading back to the field.

    Life felt easy. I could pay people to handle chores, and my salary meant I could afford most things I wanted. I travelled whenever I liked for holidays, but I didn’t really see myself living abroad.

    But then I had friends—male colleagues—who would get picked up by police just because they looked a certain way, drove certain cars, or had laptops and phones. We made good money, so we could afford these things, but that made us targets. They would have to pay to be released, even though they could prove their income was legal.

    It didn’t happen to me directly. They mostly targeted the guys. But I saw it up close one day. I was on a road trip with friends, driving through Calabar, when the police stopped our bus. They picked on one of my friends simply because he had two laptops.

    The police said they would hold him for investigation and told the rest of us to continue our journey. I got down and insisted we weren’t going anywhere without him. I had to make a scene, which is very unlike me because I’m not a confrontational person. After a lot of back and forth, they finally let him go.

    That experience showed me that the problem affected everyone. We weren’t exempt just because we had money. So when the protests started, I was really invested. So when it ended the way it did, I knew I had to leave.

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    So your sexuality didn’t play into your decision to leave? You didn’t face discrimination?

    Well, I wasn’t open. Nobody who would discriminate against me knew I was queer. I did tell one colleague—a subordinate I felt close to—but he reacted by trying to preach to me, like older Nigerian men often do.

    My siblings know, some of my cousins know, but my parents don’t. I only tell people I think will be okay with it. I avoid situations that could cause drama.

    So I didn’t face discrimination directly, but being in the Nigerian gay community, you hear about kito cases. It’s scary and sad. Also, the secrecy makes dating toxic.

    What kind of toxicity?

    For example, you’ll be with a girl, but she’ll also be with a guy as cover. I know many gay women who married men, and I understand why. Life is already hard as a single woman in Nigeria. Some landlords won’t even rent to you if there’s no man. No matter how comfortable you are,  as a single woman in Nigeria, there’s still a level of disrespect.

    So I get why some women married men and still wanted girlfriends on the side. But I always knew I wasn’t going to do that. I’ve always wanted to marry a woman.

    So how did you travel? 

    I applied for a master’s degree. One of my brothers was already living in the US, so I applied to universities in his city. I figured I would live with him and save on things like rent. It wasn’t a scholarship; I paid all my fees myself.

    How did you afford that?

    My base salary was about ₦35 million a year. But when you’re out in the field, they give you an allowance. So during my off months, I lived off the allowance and didn’t touch my base salary.

    A friend taught me about investing in stocks, so I did that too. Stock prices were down during the COVID-19 pandemic, allowing me to buy them cheaply. When I was ready to travel, I cashed out some mutual funds to cover tuition and other expenses. I still have most of my stock. I sold some again last year when I bought my house here, just to make up the down payment.

    Are you still studying?

    No. It was a one-year programme. After that, I got a job with an automobile company, but I was there for less than a year. I hated that job, but luckily, I got poached by my current employer.

    What do you do now?

    I’m a lead engineer at a research facility.

    What made you hate your previous job?

    The culture was terrible. There was this toxic competitiveness where everyone was trying to prove they were working harder than the next person.

    Do you like your current job?

    Absolutely. Since they wanted to poach me, I was able to negotiate things like a flexible schedule. I’m respected and valued. Everyone’s impressed with my work, and I’m not even stressed.

    Can you compare working in Nigeria with your current job in the US?

    My situation in Nigeria was sort of different. I joined the company through a graduate trainee program, so this meant I was moved around different teams to learn. After that, I was thrown into the field to supervise and manage teams of technicians. This was particularly challenging, partly because of my age and largely because of my gender.

    Now, in my current job in the US, I’m also the only woman on the team, leading blue collar men and even though they’re pretty much the same (in terms of attitude, sense of humour, and being lewd), they show me more respect here because they don’t have a choice. I’ve never had to report anyone to HR, but I know if I did, there would be real consequences.

    The culture allows them to look beyond the fact that I’m a woman and see my years of experience, knowledge, and skills.

    What was it like coming to the US?

    Honestly, the first few months sucked. I moved in with my brother, and his city was predominantly white. He had Nigerian friends, but they were mostly straight tech guys. It just wasn’t my crowd. Even though they invited me to hangouts, I felt alone.

    I went on a couple of dates, but they didn’t work out. I was unintentionally celibate for six months. Then I met my wife, and we just clicked.

    That sounds nice. How did you meet?

    We started talking online, but it was on our first date that we really connected. It was at a café. I was late, so she was already inside waiting. I had to parallel park, and the car I was driving was bigger than what I used to drive in Nigeria. My parking was very embarrassing.

    I walked in thinking, “I hope this girl didn’t see me.” So I said, “I hope you didn’t see me parking.” She replied, “Nope.” Then burst out laughing. I laughed too. Obviously, she had seen it. But it was such a great way to start, connecting through laughter.

    It just felt easy. You know when you meet someone and you vibe instantly? Every day since has been laughter with her.

    That sounds truly amazing. But what’s your support system like in the US?

    I have some family here. Two of my siblings live in the US, though in a different city now because I had to move for work. My brother was actually the witness at my wedding. I’m hoping to eventually move back closer to them. Right now, we’re about an hour’s flight apart.

    I live with my wife and my mother-in-law. I get along really well with my wife’s family. Everyone lives in different states, but we try to get together once or twice a year.

    I also have a lot of friends. Even when we can’t meet in person, we talk virtually.

    Do you feel any type of way about having a relationship with your wife’s mum, when she can’t with your own parents?

    Definitely. It’s something I’m really struggling with right now. We’re thinking about having a child, and I don’t want to confuse the kid or send mixed signals. If my Nigerian family wants to be part of that child’s life, they’ll have to accept that I’m gay.

    I’ve been trying to talk to my dad about these things. I haven’t told him I’m gay, but I already know where he stands. This is a man who once told me he likes Trump because “he will stop gay people.”

    I always try to see things from other people’s perspectives, so I understand Nigerian Christians being homophobic. But you have to think critically. You have three children in the US, three immigrant children. How does hating queer people outweigh immigration policies that could see your children deported?

    I can’t even engage my mum in these conversations because she goes straight to emotional blackmail. I got a dog recently and showed it to her. I said, “You’re a grandma now.” She immediately replied, “No o! I’ll be a grandma to human children.” Then she started talking about finding a husband.

    I own my house. I bought it in my third year here. I had to remind my mum that she hadn’t even told me she was proud of me for achieving that. It’s sad comparing that to my mother-in-law, who tells me she loves me every day and is always saying how proud she is of me.

    I understand my parents are worried about the shame of family members knowing and what pastors will say. I empathise with them. I know it’ll be very difficult for them, and I feel sorry for them. But I’m going to come out next year whether they like it or not.

    Wishing you the best of luck with that. I hope they find their way to accept it. Let’s change gears a bit. What do you do for fun?

    Sometimes we go out to shows and concerts. There are nice restaurants around, too. But I’m more of an indoor person now. In Nigeria, I used to enjoy going to strip clubs. When I see people clubbing online, I miss it, but I’m old now, please. If I go out till 11 pm, I need an entire day to recover.

    So we do more indoor activities. We each have a hobby room in our house. My wife is into science fiction media and games, so that’s what you’ll find in her space. She’s always trying to get me to play games with her, but I’m not a gamer.

    In Nigeria, I learnt to sew while I was in university, so I use my hobby room for that. I’m always creating new designs. I also take care of my house plants. I have over seventy of them, so something always needs watering or pruning.

    It’s definitely not like Nigeria. It’s more boring. I miss things like Detty December so much. But this is fun in its own way.

    Speaking of Detty December, have you been to Nigeria since you travelled?

    Unfortunately, not. I just need to sort out my immigration status. Hopefully, next year, my papers will be sorted and I’ll come down for a visit.

    Fingers crossed. Would you consider settling in Nigeria at some point in the future?

    No. I’m married to a woman.

    There’s a version of events where we move away from the US because we don’t feel comfortable here with everything happening. But we’ll likely end up in Europe. Wherever we go, it has to be somewhere our marriage will be recognised. That’s the most important thing.

    Let’s talk about culture shocks. Were there any you experienced when you moved to the US?

    The major thing for me was the food. Honestly, I found the food disgusting. There’s sugar in places you don’t expect sugar to be.

    Have you gotten used to it, or do you just cook Nigerian food?

    I cook Nigerian food. But it’s expensive. For example, I can’t find goat meat locally, so I have to have it shipped every time.

    How does your wife find Nigerian food?

    Okay, I guess. She doesn’t like a lot of it, but she’ll eat some.

    Being here has made me realise some things about our food, though. For instance, how it all looks the same. I’ll ask my wife to help me take out my egusi from the fridge, and she’ll say, “Which one is that?” I’ll reply, “The brown one.” Then she’ll say, “They’re all brown!” And when you think about it, it’s true. They’re all brown.

    Also, it never occurred to me how pungent things like iru and ofada are. The smells fill the whole house. Anyway, she eats some of my food, I eat some of hers, and if I don’t like what she’s made, I always have something Nigerian in the fridge.

    Let’s talk about highlights and low lights. What has been your worst experience in the US?

    The job with the automobile company. Nothing crazy happened, but the culture was off. You’d see people on the 8 am to 4 pm shift working till 2 am.

    I was there for less than a year and had four different managers. Some were fired, some quit. They would literally fire people and walk them out of the building in the middle of a shift. It was just a weird place. Definitely my worst experience. I knew within three months that I was going to leave as soon as possible. That wasn’t the type of job I wanted at all.

    That does sound toxic. What has been your best experience in the US?

    Meeting my wife, getting married, and building this life for myself.

    The reason I can even think about coming out to my parents now is because I’m in this safe relationship. If I didn’t feel like I was in something I’d have forever, I’d be afraid to come out. Because what if it didn’t work out?

    But being safe in my marriage, knowing this is my family and the life I’m building, gives me strength. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would have something like this as a lesbian woman. So yes, my marriage is the best experience of my life.

    Sounds blissful. But let’s see if we can put a number to it. On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you in the US—and why?

    I’ll say eight. In my personal life, it feels like a ten. Maybe even twenty over ten, to be honest. I feel so much safety, love, and acceptance.

    But in the US as a whole, living as a black woman and an immigrant isn’t easy. I haven’t really suffered direct discrimination, and I’m fortunate to be able to apply for my green card through my wife. But I know people who got sponsored by their jobs only to be laid off and stranded.

    Even if you’re not directly affected, you see and hear what’s happening to other Nigerians here. People detained by ICE, and partners creating GoFundMes to help them out. It all feels heavy.

    It’s heavy being in this country. But I also feel like it’s not just here. Look at all the things happening in Nigeria this week. There’s a lot going on in the world right now. That’s why I say eight. My personal life is good, but there’s so much happening outside of that, and you can’t really isolate yourself.


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  • Queer femme women are that subculture of the lesbian identity that always gets overlooked becausee they don’t “look gay” even though there’s no way to look gay. Anyway, if you find yourself in a talking stage with a femme queer woman, just be ready for the best time of your life, but with a sprinkle of heartbreak. 

    She will cheat and you will beg her to stay

    If you don’t want someone to break your heart anyhow, maybe next time, come to the world with a big bum bum so you won’t be looking for it outside. These babes don’t even lie after they cheat on you. They’ll somehow make it your fault, and you’ll still be begging them not to break up. After God, fear femme queer women. 

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    They will “astrology” their way into your life

    If you think you’re special because she sends you weekly affirmations for your star sign, my dear, you’re not. If she comes into your life and her first question is, “What time were you born?” she wants to check your birth chart to find creative ways to ruin you. You can either run or enjoy the ride.

    She’ll never stop talking to her ex

    In fact, you’ll soon realise that half of her exes are yours too. Obviously, there’s nothing wrong with having a healthy relationship with your ex. It shows that you’re not childish. That’s until y’all break up, and she dates that one ex of hers she told you nothing was going on with and all you can do is cry. 

    Whatever game you think you’re playing, she’s already won

    Just the thought of anyone thinking they can one up a femme queer woman has me screaming. They’ve chopped and served every sort of breakfast known to man so they’re always guiding. Best believe that they’ve anticipated your every move and checkmated you in their heads. 

    You’re not half as important as her cat

    Know this and make your peace with this. After you leave, her cat will still be there. Nevermind that they’re in an abusive, lowkey one-sided relationship, because, cats! Why would she pick you first? Don’t be that loser who tries to fight for her attention when she’s focused on her cat — which is every time. 

    She’ll pull you, your friends and your mum

    You’re a liar if you think you have more game than a femme queer woman. The amount of power they have is scary, but at least it’ll just have you in awe like she can have anyone, and she chose you? Mad! 

    But it’s also a recipe for premium breakfast.

    Forget everything you knew about sex

    If you think you’re an expert in foki-foki, just wait until a femme woman sluts you out. You’ll sit at the edge of the bed after thinking of your life while you consider calling your exes to apologise for all the bad sex you guys used to have. 

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  • Coming out is a pretty tough decision to make. If anyone ever comes out to you, it shows that they trust you or they care about your presence in their life so much they are willing to share their most sensitive information with you. 

    1. Ask how you can support them

    Thank them for trusting you with that information, reassure them and then ask how you can support them. Some of your queer friends may need you to remind others to use the right pronouns or need your help to set up a date with their partner. 

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    2. Be trustworthy

    Don’t make something that was told to you in confidence become a subject of petty gossip. You can’t just tell people they haven’t already come out to that they are queer. It’s not your place to spread such info.

    3. Don’t make it about you

    They weren’t intentionally holding back information about themselves from you, and a coming-out conversation is not the time to bring that up. Their willingness to share this with you means they trust and want you in their life. Don’t start asking weird, awkward questions they aren’t ready to answer. 

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    4. Reassure your friend

    Let them know nothing is going to change and assure them you still love and care for them. Unless and nothing would change that except they steal your food or something, then you’ll deck them. 

    5. Ease the tension

    It takes a lot of courage to come out to anyone. Your friend is bound to be anxious or worried. The best thing you can do is to ease their mind. Make a joke that isn’t offensive or ask if you can hug them.

    6. Learn more about the community

    Don’t turn your friend into a human queer dictionary. Read up on your own about proper terms used in the community and open your mind. Only ask them when it’s not clear to you. It shows that you support and respect them enough to learn about the community. That’s how to be a good ally

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  • Trigger warning: abuse

    In October, a video where a man was physically abusing his daughter for being a lesbian went viral. This was just one of the examples of the kinds of violence queer women in Nigeria face. In an inclusive study conducted by The Initiative for Equal Rights on violence against women in Nigeria, it was found that queer women are at a higher risk of experiencing violence in Nigeria without any real chance at legal redress. In this article, six Nigerian women talk about the violence they experienced because they are queer. 

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    Ayomide, 25 

    When I was in secondary school, senior girls would call other girls that looked like me to their rooms and punish us. . They called us blokes, masculine-presenting girls and we had a rule book that said  we had to wear BYC singlets, sag our pants and do other silly things. The seniors would inspect us every week. If we followed the rules, they punished us. If we didn’t, they still punished us. 

    There were a lot of rumours about me being a lesbian in secondary school which  got me in trouble with senior students. I didn’t get suspended like some of the other girls because they never caught doing stuff with girls, but I always got in trouble. When I got older, I realised that this is how the world treats masculine-presenting people.

    Sophie, 31

    In February 2021, I posted a video on Tiktok about liking women and a faceless user left a comment saying that they’d rape me. It shook me. I deleted the reply and blocked them, but I haven’t forgotten. 

    Jane, 22 

    During the EndSARs protest, queer people waved the rainbow flag and that caused a lot of violence targeted against queer people online. One popular Twitter user said we were trying to hijack the protest and many other things. I quoted the tweet telling other queer people to ignore it. She replied to the tweet, and after a couple of back and forth tweets to each other, she called me a nobody whose whole life revolves around being queer. It was a homophobic dog whistle. A lot of people engaged the tweet with homophobic stuff directed at me. I tried to fight back but I was scared that someone would recognise me and out me to my parents. I locked my account the next day and I haven’t unlocked it since then.

    Jumoke, 26 

    In 2014, I wanted to explore my sexuality. I met this girl, Janet, on Badoo. She was nice. We texted for a couple of weeks before we started dating. There were no video calls then so we were always texting. In the third month of our relationship, she said she was travelling to Dubai for work and wasn’t sure when she’d be back;she wanted to see me before she left. I told her I didn’t have money and she said she would sponsor the trip. 

    I left Warri for Lagos the next day. She told me she would pick me up from the park at Ikotun. When I got to the park and called her, she said she couldn’t come to meet me because she was packing but she would send her brothers. Although I felt something was wrong, I wanted to see it through. I followed her brothers to a house somewhere in Lagos. It was dark inside. I was talking to Janet on the phone. She asked me to sit outside and wait for her. 

    Around 9 o’ clock , I called her; I heard the phone ringing in the compound and when she picked, I realised  it was one of the guys mimicking a girl’s voice. Everything changed instantly. All the boys started beating me. They showed me my nudes and said they were going to report me to the police. They said as big as my bum bum is, it’s women I like. They collected all the money I had with me. 

    They wanted to rape me, but I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I could tell that they didn’t want me to bring attention to them. Then they threatened to kill me, but I stood my ground. 

    I noticed the door was open, and at some point, I ran out of the house. They pursued me, but they couldn’t chase after me because they were afraid they would draw attention. I escaped to a provision store and asked the woman there for a phone. The guys felt like I was reporting them, so they ran away. I called my friend who came to pick me up. I didn’t tell him what happened. The next day, I went to my grandma’s place. My grandma gave me money to go back to school. I didn’t talk about it for four years. Till now, when I meet women that like me online, I am skeptical about them. 

    Oyin, 21 

    A year after I got into the university, I met Halima. She lived in the same estate as I did. We liked each other and spent a lot of time together. One day in 2018, before I went back to school, she kissed me and that’s how we started dating. She liked to touch and kiss me while we took our evening walks. I was always worried that someone would see us.

    One day, after she kissed me, a man walked past us. I hadn’t realized that he was following us but I knew he saw us. Two weeks later, my mum sent me to the house behind ours to buy pap. The compound was empty when I walked in. As I was figuring out what to do, the man from that night walked in through the gate and locked it. He walked past me into one of the apartments in the building and locked the door behind him. I was afraid and I wanted to leave immediately. I knocked on the door of his apartment but he didn’t answer. I could hear him shuffling inside the house. I kept knocking for a few minutes before he opened the door and pulled me inside. I screamed as loud as I could when he started hitting me but we both knew no one would hear me over the sound of generators. At some point, I stopped trying to fight back. When he realised I was too weak to move, he raped me. I don’t know how long I was out for but I know when I woke up, he was out of sight. Outside, I could hear someone moving around. My crying must have been loud because the woman I came to buy pap from opened the door. She rushed to my side and took me to her apartment where she cleaned me up before taking me home. Tosin came over later that day to check on me as usual but I couldn’t talk to her. She kept pushing, asking me what was wrong until I snapped at her. I told her I didn’t want to be with her anymore and I hated what we were doing. I could see the confusion on her face as she walked out of my room. I was so scared that man would rape her too. I blocked her everywhere and deleted everything that would remind me of her. Till today, I hate that I did that to us but in my head, it was the only way to prevent her from getting hurt. 

    Bibi, 28

    In 2016, a friend I considered a big brother invited me to a bachelor party. It was a weird party — there were a lot of naked women and men touching them. There was also cake, and I ate some.  I didn’t know there was weed in the cake, so when I started feeling high, I was surprised because I didn’t drink. When the party dispersed around 3 am, I tried to sleep off my high on the couch. My “friend” woke me up and said I could stay in one of the bedrooms. 

    One of the strippers had just finished having sex with the groom-to- be in the room my friend led me to. They were laying on the bed. I was too high to think too much about anything so I lay down. My friend lay behind me. The groom moved closer to us and kissed me. I pulled away but he started to touch me. I took his hands off and he complained to my friend I don’t want to play with him. My friend then proceeded to hold me down while the groom took off my jumpsuit. None of my pleas was heard. My friend told the groom that I’m bisexual, so they asked the stripper to touch me. I can’t count how many times I said no but no one listened. The stripper held my hands and my friend held my legs so the groom could have sex with me. When he noticed I wasn’t interested, he stopped. My friend tried his luck too. I said no and curled up in a foetal position till the day was bright. I still went to the wedding the next day but I haven’t spoken to any of them since then. 

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