What I want remembered
That I was born in Owerri, at D10, Army Housing Scheme, Obinze, to Stephen Nwaorisa and Ngozi Obi, with a brother Francis before me and a sister Eudora and a brother Charles after. That I was Igbo, and Christian, and gay, and that I did not experience those as a contradiction; my country did. That I lived with HIV and was not ashamed. That I wrote six books in a season and left a journal of ten years. That I stood for Biafra, peacefully, and for every LGBT+ Nigerian, loudly. That I laughed easily. There is video.
What I do not want said
That I died of a short illness. That I went abroad and lost touch. That it was a car accident. If anyone tells you any of those, send them here. Everything I would have said is already said, in my own words, dated, in two languages.
I did not disappear. I moved. The address is this page.
The books
They are on Amazon and they should stay there. Any money they make after me goes to the support line for as long as someone is willing to run it, and after that to any organisation that helps LGBT+ Nigerians get through a night. My mother is co-author of Biafra Rising and has every right over it.
The support line
If you are reading this because I can no longer answer the phone: the numbers on the support page belong to volunteers. If they still answer, good. If they do not, the organisations listed there still exist. And if you are a gay Nigerian with a phone and some patience, you can be the next person who answers. That is how it started.
To my family
Mama: you stood next to me first and understood later, and I am more proud of the book with both our names on it than of anything else I made. Papa: I know. Francis, Eudora, Charles: I was always yours. Tell your children about the uncle who wrote.
To Nigeria
I loved you. You know that. Every page here is proof. Change the law. Count your missing sons. And ask the east what it wants, with a pencil, once.
To you
If you found this page because you are where I was, at a door, on a street, with a result in your hand: you will get through the night. Call the number. Read the journal, which is what I did instead of dying. And when you are safe, write it down. That is how we stop being erased. That is the whole method.
God bless gay people. All of us. Especially the ones who couldn't stay.